Alexandra F
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I write to give myself an adventure & if it's fun perhaps you will enjoy it too.
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Mon Trésor (My Treasure)
You'd think living through the French Revolution and holding the hand of one of those who got to spit on Louis XVI's severed head would be glorious. You'd think that living through Napoleon's brief glory, then the return of the monarchy, then his briefer glory, then the final return of the monarchy would be just fantastic, but not for the daughter of a lady's maid and a poor philosopher. For those of us on the outer edges of society who had to earn our livings, it wasn't fabulous at all.
By Alexandra Fa day ago in Humans
Greek Entities Story
I'm Athena. I've had to provide the wisdom for the gods and the Greek mortals. Ares isn't wise on his own. He goes in, checks ablaze, and makes a mess of the enemy while I'm left having to clean it up. Nike shows up for about a second to declare Ares's side victorious again, then I come in and console the families of the dead on both sides. Ares does his victory walk without a care in the world because his only goal was to win yet another victory. He usually feels the need to do so right after Zeus has lauded Herakles to him, after he gained yet another victory. They both relied on their strength from being divine and semi-divine.
By Alexandra F2 days ago in Futurism
Grimm Characters Story
When the first girl disappeared, there was a minor stir, some condolences for the family, not much else. When the second girl disappeared, only Hansel saw a pattern. I didn't disagree with him when he brought it up to me, but the town hall laughed him out of there. I had to cook him his favorite soup that night. He still moped on the bench outside after dinner. He said it was to keep watch, but I could tell it wasn't.
By Alexandra F2 days ago in Geeks
A Widow's Freedom
I was miserable, being a useless, petted daughter with no voice. What was worse was that I didn't know it. I soon got a taste for freedom, though. I started noticing that my maids could choose their husbands for love more than I could. I started noticing how segregated we were from the men when they'd go on their own to play Poker. I started noticing how much I was treated like a pretty thing who was there as an ornament.
By Alexandra F4 days ago in The Swamp
Mon Ange (My Angel)
I was one of Louis XVI’s (sez) many black dot assassins. One wouldn’t suspect a woman, so it was easier to go through the city unnoticed, even without being on the arm of a man. I wore my hair differently (in a tight bun) and wore black street clothes. When I wore my hair in the popular noodle island curls with my signature white long teardrop earrings and my off-the-shoulder red ball gown, I became La Duchesse de DuBarry. While everyone else wore wigs, I slept in braids every night to achieve the curls they thought I naturally had. Oh, the blush was real. In those days a Vitamin D deficiency was favorable.
By Alexandra F7 days ago in Horror
