Forbidden Princess
Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 6:44 am
I thought I already posted this. Oh well. This is a start of a novel I hope to write one day. It's no where finished and I'll post as I can.
Name of Piece: Forbidden Princess
Copyright/credits to author: © C. Bagwell
Is the piece finished: No, far from it.
Rating and Reason for rating: R- Sexuality, Adult Language, Violence
Would you like your piece reviewed?: Sure but be gentle
Summary of Story: (Three sentences at most) Alexandria Kurkendall is a young female living through the Black Plague. Why is she able to survive when there is death all around her?
Notes: I hope to make this into a novel one day but it desperately needs work.
Chapter 1: Alexandria
Waking up in a pool of blood was not unusual to her. She often wondered why this happened and tried to remember the night before. Nothing she did ever helped her remember. She could not even remember undressing herself, for she was always naked. When this happened, she followed the same routine. She got up, cleaned herself off, and got dressed.
Her first name was Alexandria but she had no knowledge of a last name. Nor did she have knowledge of any family or her age. Time was a strange notion for her. She knew not of when she came into being yet could not remember never existing. She simply knew herself as she was. At times, when she tried hard, she could remember long black hair and vivid blue eyes. However, she assumed she was thinking of herself. This was how she looked in the mirror. She was very tall and muscular. Having no family or relatives had made her homeless and being homeless had made her strong. She had many male admirers who admired her for her buttocks and curved breasts.
Although she was homeless, she managed to survive. Somehow, she was hardly ever hungry, although she did get thirsty. Her admirers made sure she was kept clean, clothed, and her nails shaped and painted. Such a shame to let such a beauty to go waste, they said.
As beautiful as Alexandria was, no one ever bothered her. Her admirers make sure no one else laid claim to her in any way. They only tolerated each other because gold exchanged hands. They would pay to have their turn with her, depending on the day. And no matter how many admirers Alexandria had, she was lonely. She felt different and could not understand why.
After Alexandria had cleaned herself, she changed into fresh clothes left in the room. One of her male friends had found her and provided her with clothes. This was his way of telling Alexandria that he desired her company later. Her admirers did not provide her with shelter, but were always able to find her when they desired enjoyment.
Alexandria turned around to look in the mirror. There, standing with a pale blue dress on, was a woman who looked no older than eighteen. She let herself drink in the image. Alexandria was proud of what she saw, a strong female. She had defined legs, arms, and stomach muscles, which were things men were only supposed to have. The only thing that bothered her was the hair on her arms. Her admirers would not allow hair to grow anywhere else. When they had tried to get rid of the hair on her arms, she protested fiercely.
“Get rid of that unsightly hair,” one said.
“No,” Alexandria said. “I’ve had it ever since I can remember. It is who I am. Either accept it or don’t seek me out.”
She knew as she said this, it could mean no clean clothes and no pampering. She didn’t care. However, her admirers were much to enamored by her to allow them to quit their pursuits. In the end, they quit asking her about her arms.
As Alexandria walked down the stairs, she saw the wrinkled hunchbacked woman to whom the house belonged. This woman had taken pity on her and gave her shelter. This was most unusual because of the plague.
The plague was running rampant across the country. Outsiders were most unwelcomed because of this, along with those that were different than “normal” society. No one took pity on each other and secured themselves and their families the best they could.
However, this woman had shown her kindness. She allowed Alexandria to sleep in her attic. She smiled as Alexandria bowed her head in gratitude and walked out the door. She felt bad about leaving the mess upstairs, but it was no use explaining that she didn’t know what happened. The woman wouldn’t believe her, no one ever did.
Name of Piece: Forbidden Princess
Copyright/credits to author: © C. Bagwell
Is the piece finished: No, far from it.
Rating and Reason for rating: R- Sexuality, Adult Language, Violence
Would you like your piece reviewed?: Sure but be gentle
Summary of Story: (Three sentences at most) Alexandria Kurkendall is a young female living through the Black Plague. Why is she able to survive when there is death all around her?
Notes: I hope to make this into a novel one day but it desperately needs work.
Chapter 1: Alexandria
Waking up in a pool of blood was not unusual to her. She often wondered why this happened and tried to remember the night before. Nothing she did ever helped her remember. She could not even remember undressing herself, for she was always naked. When this happened, she followed the same routine. She got up, cleaned herself off, and got dressed.
Her first name was Alexandria but she had no knowledge of a last name. Nor did she have knowledge of any family or her age. Time was a strange notion for her. She knew not of when she came into being yet could not remember never existing. She simply knew herself as she was. At times, when she tried hard, she could remember long black hair and vivid blue eyes. However, she assumed she was thinking of herself. This was how she looked in the mirror. She was very tall and muscular. Having no family or relatives had made her homeless and being homeless had made her strong. She had many male admirers who admired her for her buttocks and curved breasts.
Although she was homeless, she managed to survive. Somehow, she was hardly ever hungry, although she did get thirsty. Her admirers made sure she was kept clean, clothed, and her nails shaped and painted. Such a shame to let such a beauty to go waste, they said.
As beautiful as Alexandria was, no one ever bothered her. Her admirers make sure no one else laid claim to her in any way. They only tolerated each other because gold exchanged hands. They would pay to have their turn with her, depending on the day. And no matter how many admirers Alexandria had, she was lonely. She felt different and could not understand why.
After Alexandria had cleaned herself, she changed into fresh clothes left in the room. One of her male friends had found her and provided her with clothes. This was his way of telling Alexandria that he desired her company later. Her admirers did not provide her with shelter, but were always able to find her when they desired enjoyment.
Alexandria turned around to look in the mirror. There, standing with a pale blue dress on, was a woman who looked no older than eighteen. She let herself drink in the image. Alexandria was proud of what she saw, a strong female. She had defined legs, arms, and stomach muscles, which were things men were only supposed to have. The only thing that bothered her was the hair on her arms. Her admirers would not allow hair to grow anywhere else. When they had tried to get rid of the hair on her arms, she protested fiercely.
“Get rid of that unsightly hair,” one said.
“No,” Alexandria said. “I’ve had it ever since I can remember. It is who I am. Either accept it or don’t seek me out.”
She knew as she said this, it could mean no clean clothes and no pampering. She didn’t care. However, her admirers were much to enamored by her to allow them to quit their pursuits. In the end, they quit asking her about her arms.
As Alexandria walked down the stairs, she saw the wrinkled hunchbacked woman to whom the house belonged. This woman had taken pity on her and gave her shelter. This was most unusual because of the plague.
The plague was running rampant across the country. Outsiders were most unwelcomed because of this, along with those that were different than “normal” society. No one took pity on each other and secured themselves and their families the best they could.
However, this woman had shown her kindness. She allowed Alexandria to sleep in her attic. She smiled as Alexandria bowed her head in gratitude and walked out the door. She felt bad about leaving the mess upstairs, but it was no use explaining that she didn’t know what happened. The woman wouldn’t believe her, no one ever did.