Yola. Let Me Introduce Myself
I'm a new author that you might be interested in if you enjoy the middle ages (castles, kings, queens, ect.) and romances.
Hello. I'm Julie.
I'm a student that enjoy reading and writing about various things. I've become an author on buzzle and will begin posting my edited work soon.
The premise of my upcoming story "The 'Girl'" is about a young girl who is brought into a poor family but is suddenly chosen to become apart of the court as "The Girl". Basically, she goes from rags to riches in a short matter of time and is still frazzled by everything when she learns she is to take up the throne and marry the eldest prince.
Not interested yet?
I'll give a sample of my work that I've already edited and revised:
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"Today is the day, sire!" a male attendant repeated gleefully. "The most important day in Tyrain’s history! Simply thrilling Sire. Simply thrilling!" The man threw open the curtains in the luxurious room. The finely polished marbled was a lovely contrast to the rich red curtains and linens on the bed. Every detail in the room was specific and attractive.
"Indeed. Today is the day. Prepare my breakfast Simon! And quickly! I can not have those women waiting for long. It would be… unprofessional," a tall man said as he rose from his thick bedding. He was wearing only a nightgown and cap. A maid swiftly brought in his clothing for the day’s events. Good thing he had pre-approved it so he wouldn’t have to fret about it in the morning. The deep blue velvet tunic and trousers were sheltered by a bulky blue cloak with fox fur. When he slipped it all on, with the aid of a maid, he looked absolutely ravishing. He spent an extra few seconds gazing at himself in the mirror. This is what a person of importance looks like, he thought to himself.
"Sir, your breakfast is served," another maid came in to announce. Following close behind; a tray of tea, several plates of meat including lamb and pork, cheese, and bread with a dollop of butter on it were served on thick silver platters.
"Aaah! How wonderfully-"
"…boring," a young girl mumbled under her breath.
"What was that? Are you ungrateful?! You snotty brat. I ought to feed you to the chickens. You’d be more use to them than me," an older, larger, louder, woman rambled. This was the same lecture the young girl got every morning. She got the message, ok? She was useless, boring, unintelligent, ect. She understood. Sometimes she believed it too. Who could blame her? She’d heard it from the instant she was born. Almost literally. Her mother died in labor and her father and step-mother constantly were reminding her of it.
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Check in again in a little bit for the rest of part 1.
Thanks,
Julie.
I'm a student that enjoy reading and writing about various things. I've become an author on buzzle and will begin posting my edited work soon.
The premise of my upcoming story "The 'Girl'" is about a young girl who is brought into a poor family but is suddenly chosen to become apart of the court as "The Girl". Basically, she goes from rags to riches in a short matter of time and is still frazzled by everything when she learns she is to take up the throne and marry the eldest prince.
Not interested yet?
I'll give a sample of my work that I've already edited and revised:
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"Today is the day, sire!" a male attendant repeated gleefully. "The most important day in Tyrain’s history! Simply thrilling Sire. Simply thrilling!" The man threw open the curtains in the luxurious room. The finely polished marbled was a lovely contrast to the rich red curtains and linens on the bed. Every detail in the room was specific and attractive.
"Indeed. Today is the day. Prepare my breakfast Simon! And quickly! I can not have those women waiting for long. It would be… unprofessional," a tall man said as he rose from his thick bedding. He was wearing only a nightgown and cap. A maid swiftly brought in his clothing for the day’s events. Good thing he had pre-approved it so he wouldn’t have to fret about it in the morning. The deep blue velvet tunic and trousers were sheltered by a bulky blue cloak with fox fur. When he slipped it all on, with the aid of a maid, he looked absolutely ravishing. He spent an extra few seconds gazing at himself in the mirror. This is what a person of importance looks like, he thought to himself.
"Sir, your breakfast is served," another maid came in to announce. Following close behind; a tray of tea, several plates of meat including lamb and pork, cheese, and bread with a dollop of butter on it were served on thick silver platters.
"Aaah! How wonderfully-"
"…boring," a young girl mumbled under her breath.
"What was that? Are you ungrateful?! You snotty brat. I ought to feed you to the chickens. You’d be more use to them than me," an older, larger, louder, woman rambled. This was the same lecture the young girl got every morning. She got the message, ok? She was useless, boring, unintelligent, ect. She understood. Sometimes she believed it too. Who could blame her? She’d heard it from the instant she was born. Almost literally. Her mother died in labor and her father and step-mother constantly were reminding her of it.
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Check in again in a little bit for the rest of part 1.
Thanks,
Julie.
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