The Countess and The Gypsy-4: A Dance in the Rain by Newsgomergirl, literature
Literature
The Countess and The Gypsy-4: A Dance in the Rain
The rain outside started coming down hard making relaxing, soft sounds that would help sooth Isabel's spirit from the stress of the day. Finding it useless to sleep, she got up from her bed and walked over to the window. There were nights when the rain would actually be pleasant to look at. It certainly fit her current mood at the time. She looked over past the fields and towards the lone tree where the lake was.
The lake was barely visible until some of the clouds started to break apart and the moon started to shine through. Isabel could see the rain on the lake a little more clearly now.
And she saw splashes in the lake. Big splashe
The Gypsy and the Countess 3: Memories by Newsgomergirl, literature
Literature
The Gypsy and the Countess 3: Memories
Isabel finally stopped crying after thirty minutes to look up and see her paintings. Her favorite ones that she had recently created. All of those beautiful sunrises and sunsets. A landscape that she had painted of the hills one Sunday morning. It was the first painting that she had worked on since her father had died eight years ago.
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She remembered that day very well. It had been two months since her father had passed away and she was forced to move in with her Aunt in France, since she had no one else alive that could take of her. Painting was the one thing that Isabel and her father always did t
I once had a friend in the mirror. I first saw him when I was left alone in my room one evening when I was little. It was raining hard and the sky was roaring. I was feeling quite lonely.
Was…
"Come here, my child."
I gasped, turned around and that was when I saw him. In the giant, golden mirror.
The mirror hadn't been there too long. The only time I had remembered using it was when Auntie was too busy dressing me or I got so bored that I would make funny faces at it.
I never would have thought that another person would be living in it!
"Please do not be frightened little one.", the man in the mirror lifted his finger and bec
Isabel was practically thrown into the carriage, where she and her aunt were whisked away back to the manor. The Duke followed, as he was being invited for supper. The whole ride home, or to her prison as she thought of the place, was filled with nothing but her aunt's scolding about interacting with the gypsy man in the marketplace.
"What I'd give to be back with that man.", she thought to herself as her aunt moved on to rambling about how to impress the Duke at dinner, what to do and not to do in front of him and other tedious things.
"I'm sorry Aunt Gertrude, I don't mean to be rude, but why should I care about what the Duke thinks abo
The Countess and The Gypsy-One by Newsgomergirl, literature
Literature
The Countess and The Gypsy-One
The sky was a brilliant mix of red and yellow hues. The sun had just barely come up the hills to start a new day, but it was the perfect time for Isabel to be out in the fields. Isabel loved going out into the fields before everyone was awake. It was the only time that she would be able to take her paints and canvas and create pictures without the criticism of her aunt breathing down her neck.
If she would have her way, she would spend all of her days going to different places and painting new landscapes and artifacts that the world had to offer. However, having the title of Countess came with a price of