Lessons in Jahaliyan Manners - 2
The floor-length victorian gown made her stick out of the meadow like a sore thumb. it was a rich maroon color with gold accents. a jewelled brooch hung at her throat. one thing she would get rid of was the bodice.
The Prince of Vara - [Chpt 1]
~ Chapter 1 ~ "How much longer on the roasted herring?" My paws drilled a corkscrew into a bottle of wine before carefully pulling out the cork like a surgeon. A hyena bounced from a steaming pot to shuffling around contents in large...
The Penny Showman
A story i wrote for confuzzled in 2009, which was victorian themed, comparing the technological richness of the era with the sociological poverty within which many resided. cover art by stray jim "_you could indeed exhibit anything in those days.
chapter nine
Also interesting fact before the victorian age males and possible females could have multiple spouse but during the victorian age this practice disappeared almost over night by the queen orders made it into law.
Fun on Heathen's Night
Besides basics like age of consent and the ability to recognize either 'yes' or 'no', the unspoken rule of heathen's night came down to, "what happens in the victorian house stayed in the victorian house."
Nona: Chapter Two: Whispers in the Dark
Daniel was wearing a red steampunk pirate coat, a black dress shirt, grey victorian pants, long steampunk boots and black victorian gloves. katelyne hated downtown. it was dirty and she would see the strangest people there.
Rub ya belly?
Here we find a young street-urchin in the middle of victorian-era london, a well-practiced belt-loose. a belt-loose being a term for one who rubs bellies of the rich. kind of similar to a shoe-shine.
The Prince of Vara - [Chpt 6]
Cecilia had just enough clothes to cover herself as she headed towards the door. "Don't worry, I'm not dumb enough to return here." While she was gripping the doorknob, she did nothing to open it. I half-expected her to scream, grow furious in an...
The Casebook of Dr. Exeter, Chapter Three
**III - THE FOOL** I am certain that you understand the dilemma I was in. Not only had I acquired a book of such exquisite rarity that its mere existence was widely considered hypothetical - an illusionary work thought up by dreamers and fantasts,...
Down Once More
He had a quaint little victorian home a few miles away from the ruins of the opera house, in a quiet little suburb of paris. he spent his days tending to his roses, writing new scores, painting, and reading. it was a peaceful existence, yes.
The Prince of Vara - [Chpt 2]
~ Chapter 2 ~ The rhythmic gallop of the horses interrupted only by an occasional snort for air worked beautifully alongside the creaking of the carriage's wheels. The maroon leather seat provided a heavenly cushion and seemed to make the...
The Prince of Vara - [Chpt 4]
How could I measure the time since Cecilia left us? Perhaps, I could have counted the seconds with every single step of Damian's pacing, or maybe I could measure it within the sharp glances I took towards him every minute or so. The passing of time...