Post by Jazzie on Apr 10, 2010 19:43:49 GMT -5
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“Oooof!” Lynette held back tears. She got up on her hands and knees. She winced as she stood on her feet. She wiped her palms on the front of her skirt. She stopped at the sight of her skirt. “No way out of this one.” She bit her lip. She looked around for her cloak. She gave it a quick dusting before draping it over her arm again. She turned back around and continued her way home when a sharp pain stabbed her ankle. She cried out and dropped to one knee to clutch her right ankle. She drew in air sharply.
Mr. Archibald directed his horse down the dirt path to the kneeling lady. “Are you alright, miss?” He asked.
Lynette breathed. “Not really…” She lifted her eyes to the horse rider. Her stomach twisted into knots when she took in the rider’s face. He appeared to be in his thirties and his blue eyes bore down on her.
The young girl who knelt before Mr. Archibald couldn’t be more than fifteen or sixteen. Her face was childish and her grey eyes stood out against her tanned complexion. He frowned slightly on her dirty manner.
“I injured my ankle,” She told him when she found her voice.
Mr. Archibald climbed off of the horse and knelt in front of her. “Your ankle, miss.”
Lynette hesitantly sat on the ground and extended her right ankle to the gentleman. She swallowed when he flipped her boot off and felt around her ankle.
“It’s swollen,” He told her. “Does this hurt?” He pressed his fingers gently to her ankle.
“Yes,” She quietly whimpered.
“You sprained your ankle well, miss.” Mr. Archibald muttered. “Is your home far?”
“No,” Lynette shook her head. “It’s just a little beyond that hill.” She pointed.
“Alright then,” The gentleman slid his arms under her - one under her back, the other under her knees.
Lynette softly gasped and threw her arms around him. She lifted her face at the feeling of water on her cheek. The gentleman did the same. It was not even two minutes when the rain came down fast. The Chance lady smiled - she loved the feeling of rain on her skin. Mr. Archibald, on the other hand, did not like the rain. He, in fact, despised it. It ruined clothes, caused colds, and it was distracting at times. The gentleman made hast to his horse and assisted the lady onto his horse. He climbed behind her and took the reins. Mr. Archibald ushered his horse into the directing the young lady had pointed. Lynette gripped the gentleman’s arms. She made a mental note to thank the stranger for his kindness.
Mr. Archibald placed his coat around the lady’s shoulder upon stopping in front of Greyrose Park. He assisted her down from the saddle after he climbed down himself. He carried her to the front door, careful not to trip in the mud. He was relieved that the doors opened without his having to knock.
Veronica gasped at the sight on the porch. “Lynette Chance, what have you gotten yourself into this time?!”
“I tripped,” The younger lady stated.
The elder gave her a look.
“She sprained her ankle,” Mr. Archibald told the lady whom he presumed to the younger’s sister. He stepped inside. “Where might I lay her?” His arms started to feel heavy from the extra weight.
Veronica nodded into the direction of the drawing room. “There.” She shut the door while the gentleman laid Lynette on the couch in the drawing room.
“What is going on?” Elizabeth asked from the top of the stairs. “I heard Lynette’s voice.”
“She injured herself,” Veronica said. “See to her while I fetch ice.”
Lynette loosened and drew her arms away from the gentleman. She made herself comfortable (well, she tried to). She looked up at him to find him kneeling across her, looking at her. The gentlemen looked away and stood straight when Elizabeth entered the room. He bowed his head to the two ladies and began to take his leave.
“Thank you,” Lynette finally said.
Mr. Archibald turned his head. He gave a curt nod before walking out of the room. Veronica passed him with a bowl of ice and blankets. He stood by the staircase for a few moments. He then decided to leave. He opened the door but upon feeling another presence, he turned around to see a lady walking down the hallway. Upon see him, she stopped and curtsied.
“May I ask - ?” Gabriella began.
“The young lady sprained her ankle,” The gentleman told her. “I presume she is your sister?”
“I thank you very much for your kindness towards her.”
“Of course.” Mr. Archibald regretted the words he used.
Lynette leaned forward to catch a glimpse of the gentleman. Elizabeth glanced over her shoulder.
“Must be very wealthy or at least well with his finances and economy to give his cloak,” Elizabeth muttered.
“I borrowed it,” Lynette corrected, but she couldn’t care less because she was interested in the nameless stranger.
“This should make it better,” Veronica interrupted the two. She rubbed ice on her sister’s swollen ankle. “The swelling should go down.”
“Are you not the least bit interested in the gentleman, Veronica?” Elizabeth asked.
The elder’s eyes shifted between her two youngest sisters. “I will go now and properly thank the gentleman.” She stood up.
“Inquire on his name!” Lynette whispered.
“So that father can thank him as well.” Elizabeth finished.
Veronica muttered something under her breath and walked out of the drawing room. “I cannot thank you enough, sir, for bringing my sister home.”
“It was only proper.”
“Our father I’m sure would like to thank you as well,” Gabriella said.
“I do not need that many thanks,” Mr. Archibald told the ladies.
“Well then, would you give us your name? After all, it’s only proper for our youngest sister to know the name of gentleman who showed such kindness to her.” Veronica said.
The gentleman hesitated. “Mr. Archibald.” The second the ladies showed some form of recognition, he bowed and took his leave. “I must take my leave now. Good day.” He opened the door and left.
Lynette watched the gentleman ride off with haste on his horse. She felt a small disappointment that he did not stay longer.
“Your nameless gentleman has fled,” Elizabeth looked out the window.
“A pity,” Lynette muttered.
“How are you, my dear?” Gabriella touched her shoulder.
“Better now.” The youngest Chance snuggled inside her blankets.
“I had warned you there might be rain today and you did not listen,” Gabriella reminded her.
“Oh! But I always go the orphanage today and you should’ve seen the children’s faces!”
“If you are still interested, your rescuer revealed his name.” Veronica said quietly.
“Oh, do tell!” Lynette sat up with anticipation.
“He is Mr. Archibald.”
“Lady Elinor’s nephew?” Elizabeth asked.
“More than likely, yes.” Gabriella answered.
Lynette grinned slightly. “What a surprise, is it not?”
“What is?”
All the Chance ladies directed their attention to the doorway. Mr. Chance smiled at his daughters. When he saw Lynette sitting on the couch with ice on her ankle, he rushed to her side.
“My dear, what happened?” He asked.
“I tripped on my way home, father.” She said.
“And Mr. Archibald was kind enough to take her home!” Elizabeth chimed.
“Is that so? Well, I must thank him,” Mr. Chance said. He smiled at his youngest who returned it. “For now, let us eat.” He offered his arm to his youngest who gladly took it and leaned on him for support. “However, my dear,” He told Lynette. “You might want to change to cleaner and drier clothes before Virginia says anything.”
The other sisters snickered softly while the youngest sighed.
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Background story:
This story takes place in the Regency Era (Jane Austen's time). Her novels and movie adaption inspired "Love Story". The two lovers this story are: fifteen-year-old Lynette Chance and thirty-something-year-old Mr. William Archibald. Yes, a huge age difference but back then it wasn't THAT bad. Ha ha. Anyways, Lynette Chance (the main character of the story) is not very pretty; her mother was a beauty and her sisters are too. Her sisters (in order of age): Veronica, Gabriella, and Elizabeth.
Lynette finds herself attracted but dispising Mr. Archibald, the newcomer in town. She doesn't know what she feels and quickly deducts it as love. Mr. Archibald doesn't see Lynette in that light because he sees her as a child (who can blame him?) but when he starts to see her in a different light as a year goes by, he asks her to wait if her feelings are true since he has to leave town.
Two years pass by and Lynette has not heard of Mr. Archibald. Deciding to move on and being courted by a dashing kind chaptain, Mr. Archibald makes an appearance in town. Lynette and Mr. Archibald have to learn about the true meaning of love, loyalty, maturity, and forgiveness.
Its not a social status problem story. It deals with entering adulthood, finding what love actually is, listening to the heart, and that forgiving has its rewards.
So, I have quite a lot for this story written but I've only gotten do mostly parts so its broken pieces of the story. I hope the piece I've chosen is a good enough excerpt. Tell me what you think please! ;D
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“Oooof!” Lynette held back tears. She got up on her hands and knees. She winced as she stood on her feet. She wiped her palms on the front of her skirt. She stopped at the sight of her skirt. “No way out of this one.” She bit her lip. She looked around for her cloak. She gave it a quick dusting before draping it over her arm again. She turned back around and continued her way home when a sharp pain stabbed her ankle. She cried out and dropped to one knee to clutch her right ankle. She drew in air sharply.
Mr. Archibald directed his horse down the dirt path to the kneeling lady. “Are you alright, miss?” He asked.
Lynette breathed. “Not really…” She lifted her eyes to the horse rider. Her stomach twisted into knots when she took in the rider’s face. He appeared to be in his thirties and his blue eyes bore down on her.
The young girl who knelt before Mr. Archibald couldn’t be more than fifteen or sixteen. Her face was childish and her grey eyes stood out against her tanned complexion. He frowned slightly on her dirty manner.
“I injured my ankle,” She told him when she found her voice.
Mr. Archibald climbed off of the horse and knelt in front of her. “Your ankle, miss.”
Lynette hesitantly sat on the ground and extended her right ankle to the gentleman. She swallowed when he flipped her boot off and felt around her ankle.
“It’s swollen,” He told her. “Does this hurt?” He pressed his fingers gently to her ankle.
“Yes,” She quietly whimpered.
“You sprained your ankle well, miss.” Mr. Archibald muttered. “Is your home far?”
“No,” Lynette shook her head. “It’s just a little beyond that hill.” She pointed.
“Alright then,” The gentleman slid his arms under her - one under her back, the other under her knees.
Lynette softly gasped and threw her arms around him. She lifted her face at the feeling of water on her cheek. The gentleman did the same. It was not even two minutes when the rain came down fast. The Chance lady smiled - she loved the feeling of rain on her skin. Mr. Archibald, on the other hand, did not like the rain. He, in fact, despised it. It ruined clothes, caused colds, and it was distracting at times. The gentleman made hast to his horse and assisted the lady onto his horse. He climbed behind her and took the reins. Mr. Archibald ushered his horse into the directing the young lady had pointed. Lynette gripped the gentleman’s arms. She made a mental note to thank the stranger for his kindness.
Mr. Archibald placed his coat around the lady’s shoulder upon stopping in front of Greyrose Park. He assisted her down from the saddle after he climbed down himself. He carried her to the front door, careful not to trip in the mud. He was relieved that the doors opened without his having to knock.
Veronica gasped at the sight on the porch. “Lynette Chance, what have you gotten yourself into this time?!”
“I tripped,” The younger lady stated.
The elder gave her a look.
“She sprained her ankle,” Mr. Archibald told the lady whom he presumed to the younger’s sister. He stepped inside. “Where might I lay her?” His arms started to feel heavy from the extra weight.
Veronica nodded into the direction of the drawing room. “There.” She shut the door while the gentleman laid Lynette on the couch in the drawing room.
“What is going on?” Elizabeth asked from the top of the stairs. “I heard Lynette’s voice.”
“She injured herself,” Veronica said. “See to her while I fetch ice.”
Lynette loosened and drew her arms away from the gentleman. She made herself comfortable (well, she tried to). She looked up at him to find him kneeling across her, looking at her. The gentlemen looked away and stood straight when Elizabeth entered the room. He bowed his head to the two ladies and began to take his leave.
“Thank you,” Lynette finally said.
Mr. Archibald turned his head. He gave a curt nod before walking out of the room. Veronica passed him with a bowl of ice and blankets. He stood by the staircase for a few moments. He then decided to leave. He opened the door but upon feeling another presence, he turned around to see a lady walking down the hallway. Upon see him, she stopped and curtsied.
“May I ask - ?” Gabriella began.
“The young lady sprained her ankle,” The gentleman told her. “I presume she is your sister?”
“I thank you very much for your kindness towards her.”
“Of course.” Mr. Archibald regretted the words he used.
Lynette leaned forward to catch a glimpse of the gentleman. Elizabeth glanced over her shoulder.
“Must be very wealthy or at least well with his finances and economy to give his cloak,” Elizabeth muttered.
“I borrowed it,” Lynette corrected, but she couldn’t care less because she was interested in the nameless stranger.
“This should make it better,” Veronica interrupted the two. She rubbed ice on her sister’s swollen ankle. “The swelling should go down.”
“Are you not the least bit interested in the gentleman, Veronica?” Elizabeth asked.
The elder’s eyes shifted between her two youngest sisters. “I will go now and properly thank the gentleman.” She stood up.
“Inquire on his name!” Lynette whispered.
“So that father can thank him as well.” Elizabeth finished.
Veronica muttered something under her breath and walked out of the drawing room. “I cannot thank you enough, sir, for bringing my sister home.”
“It was only proper.”
“Our father I’m sure would like to thank you as well,” Gabriella said.
“I do not need that many thanks,” Mr. Archibald told the ladies.
“Well then, would you give us your name? After all, it’s only proper for our youngest sister to know the name of gentleman who showed such kindness to her.” Veronica said.
The gentleman hesitated. “Mr. Archibald.” The second the ladies showed some form of recognition, he bowed and took his leave. “I must take my leave now. Good day.” He opened the door and left.
Lynette watched the gentleman ride off with haste on his horse. She felt a small disappointment that he did not stay longer.
“Your nameless gentleman has fled,” Elizabeth looked out the window.
“A pity,” Lynette muttered.
“How are you, my dear?” Gabriella touched her shoulder.
“Better now.” The youngest Chance snuggled inside her blankets.
“I had warned you there might be rain today and you did not listen,” Gabriella reminded her.
“Oh! But I always go the orphanage today and you should’ve seen the children’s faces!”
“If you are still interested, your rescuer revealed his name.” Veronica said quietly.
“Oh, do tell!” Lynette sat up with anticipation.
“He is Mr. Archibald.”
“Lady Elinor’s nephew?” Elizabeth asked.
“More than likely, yes.” Gabriella answered.
Lynette grinned slightly. “What a surprise, is it not?”
“What is?”
All the Chance ladies directed their attention to the doorway. Mr. Chance smiled at his daughters. When he saw Lynette sitting on the couch with ice on her ankle, he rushed to her side.
“My dear, what happened?” He asked.
“I tripped on my way home, father.” She said.
“And Mr. Archibald was kind enough to take her home!” Elizabeth chimed.
“Is that so? Well, I must thank him,” Mr. Chance said. He smiled at his youngest who returned it. “For now, let us eat.” He offered his arm to his youngest who gladly took it and leaned on him for support. “However, my dear,” He told Lynette. “You might want to change to cleaner and drier clothes before Virginia says anything.”
The other sisters snickered softly while the youngest sighed.
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Background story:
This story takes place in the Regency Era (Jane Austen's time). Her novels and movie adaption inspired "Love Story". The two lovers this story are: fifteen-year-old Lynette Chance and thirty-something-year-old Mr. William Archibald. Yes, a huge age difference but back then it wasn't THAT bad. Ha ha. Anyways, Lynette Chance (the main character of the story) is not very pretty; her mother was a beauty and her sisters are too. Her sisters (in order of age): Veronica, Gabriella, and Elizabeth.
Lynette finds herself attracted but dispising Mr. Archibald, the newcomer in town. She doesn't know what she feels and quickly deducts it as love. Mr. Archibald doesn't see Lynette in that light because he sees her as a child (who can blame him?) but when he starts to see her in a different light as a year goes by, he asks her to wait if her feelings are true since he has to leave town.
Two years pass by and Lynette has not heard of Mr. Archibald. Deciding to move on and being courted by a dashing kind chaptain, Mr. Archibald makes an appearance in town. Lynette and Mr. Archibald have to learn about the true meaning of love, loyalty, maturity, and forgiveness.
Its not a social status problem story. It deals with entering adulthood, finding what love actually is, listening to the heart, and that forgiving has its rewards.
So, I have quite a lot for this story written but I've only gotten do mostly parts so its broken pieces of the story. I hope the piece I've chosen is a good enough excerpt. Tell me what you think please! ;D
Thanks!