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A Siren

A Siren

Thomas Adolphus Trollope was born on the April 29th, 1810 in Bloomsbury, London. He was the eldest son to the barrister, Thomas Anthony, and writer Frances Milton (middle names are crucial as there are many writers in the Trollope family) and is the older brother to Anthony Trollope. Thomas had a fine education at Harrow and Winchester College prior to studying at Oxford University. There followed a brief spell teaching at a Birmingham Grammar school. But for him other horizons were soon to beckon. A great traveller and explorern his first book, A Summer in Brittany, was published in 1840, it was to be the beginning of a long and prolific career. His mother, well-known and highly regarded, especially for her novels that took on social injustice, Frances Milton Trollope, now offered him a writing partnership. Writing books was a profession she had taken up due to the necessity of earning money following the disintegration of a Utopian community in the United States that she had taken the family to and her husband's continual financial misfortune. Her husband had died in 1838 and she was now intent of moving forward on new works and in a new country. She moved with Thomas to Florence. Their partnership soon proved successful as Thomas was a historian, traveller, scholar and researcher as well as being a writer and his mother already had a reputation as a writer. Whilst there, Thomas was introduced to, and soon married, a guest of his mother's, the English poet and writer, Theodosia Garrow, who also wrote and supported Italian Nationalism. Theodosia's inheritance and Trollope's earnings allowed them to create a beautiful home in Florence, the Villino Trollope, where numerous British literary figures visited and stayed and became a centre for expats from George Eliot to Elizabeth and Robert Browning. The library there was said to contain 5,000 volumes. In March 1853, a daughter, Beatrice, was born to them. Whilst overshadowed by his brother Anthony's literary success, many noted a striking resemblance in style and physical appearance of the two as well as in their literary works. And one trait that was common to all the Trollope's was their output. Thomas alone was responsible for sixty volumes during his career. Although not of the first rank as an author he was nonetheless respected and thorough in his research and workings. Thomas was a versatile writer whose works often featured Italy whether it be its history, locations or characters, and were strong literary accomplishments although he himself was modest about his literary talents. In 1890 he and Frances retired to Devon where he wrote three volumes of his autobiography. Thomas Adolphus Trollope died on November 11th, 1892 while visiting Bristol and had said to his wife: "Where I fall let me lie." This she did and he was buried in Arnos Vale Cemetery.
The Reunion That Broke Me

The Reunion That Broke Me

I was just an art student from Philly, trying to build a new life. A small, hopeful spark ignited when Julian Vance, from prestigious Blackwood University, reconnected with me after years. He seemed different, quieter, and even asked me out to a party. But I never made it to that party. Instead, I was ambushed in the school woods by Marcus, Kevin, and Dave – Julian’s friends – a night that became a blur of pain and terror. And through my agonizing tears, I saw Julian himself, standing at the edge, watching. Then, he walked away, joining them as they left me shattered. Years later, the nightmare returned as Julian violently dragged me into his car. I was held captive in a secluded lake house for months, enduring his baffling accusations and escalating abuse. He tortured me, broke my leg, and chained me like an animal, claiming I’d betrayed his family and taunted his deepest secrets. His sister, Olivia, joined the torment, kicking me, sneering, amplifying my suffering. Even my desperate attempt to end it all was thwarted; they wouldn't even grant me that peace. What unthinkable crime had I supposedly committed to deserve such barbaric cruelty? What kind of twisted debt did they believe I owed, justifying months of physical and psychological torment? How could the Julian who once seemed genuinely kind twist into this monstrous captor, especially when his friends were the true architects of my long-ago trauma? My world was a vortex of agonizing confusion and terror. Then, Julian's powerful mother, Eleanor Vance, offered an unexpected lifeline: marry Julian and be bound to him, or disappear forever with a new identity. Without a moment’s hesitation, fueled by a visceral need for freedom, I chose to vanish. I had to escape, at any cost.
One Rocky Term

One Rocky Term

...There was a moment of silence between us. After a while I broke it, "Okay, so Mr.Crazy, what makes you think that if you break up with Chiamaka, I'll date you?" "You feel the same way about me", he said inching closer. "What?" I asked my heart rate accelerating. "Don't you?" He asked. My breathing increased. His face was now less than an inch from mine. He tilted my head up a bit and I drew in a breath knowing what was coming. Before I could properly process my next line of action, he crashed his lips against mine. I shut my eyes at the feel of his lips against mine. I tried to steady my breath as my heart raced in my chest. I felt the urge to kiss back, and somehow, it felt right at that point... **** When Chiamaka became friends with Alya, the last thing she expected was for her boyfriend, Ifeanyi, to rekindle the suppressed feelings he once had for her new best friend. Alya, a pessimist in the making, who lacks interest in a majority of things happening around her never expected her last year in highschool to be any different from the rest of her years in school. In simple words, she expected NOTHING to happen. But life doesn't always work out as planned as she has to deal with a terrible slip of a long time secret, a crazy best friend and a crush she's not so sure of coupled with a sudden uninvited guest. Could she have been wrong to imagine her final year in highschool passing JUST LIKE THAT.
The SAT Eve Nightmare

The SAT Eve Nightmare

The fluorescent lights of Northwood High’s auditorium hummed, a familiar sound. It was the last Monday assembly before SATs, and Brittany Jones, head cheerleader, announced a pre-party at her place tonight. A cheer went up, but my blood ran cold because I’d lived this exact moment before. Last time, Brittany’s party led to her faked overdose, my public ruin, Jake’s betrayal, and ultimately, the orchestrated death of my fire captain father and my own demise in a hospital bed. Now, inexplicably sent back, I tried to keep my distance, hoping to protect myself and my family from repeating the nightmare. Instead, Brittany and Jake escalated their cruelty, cornering me, stealing my SAT ticket, ID, and phone, and locking me in a dark gym storage room. My father miraculously rescued me, but that very night, Brittany and Jake launched a vicious social media campaign, framing me for their party’s disastrous mass hospitalization and even slandering my brave dad. Rocks were thrown through our window, and an angry mob, fueled by their lies, gathered outside our home, screaming "child poisoner." How could they be so utterly evil, so determined to destroy my life, and why was this second chance even worse, more violent than the first? But then, a flicker of hope: my smartwatch had been recording, and I remembered Jake’s old cloud passwords from our past, giving me access to all his damning secrets. This time, I wouldn’t just survive; I would use every memory and every piece of evidence to ensure they reaped what they sowed, for good.
Bad boy turned the good girl bad.

Bad boy turned the good girl bad.

It wasn't about the monsters that surrounded her, it was about the demons that were living inside her. But he was ready to fight. Fight with her demons for her. But she wasn't ready to let him in, not after how he broke her soul brutally. He regretted everything he did after he realised his feelings for her. He realised every girl isn't the same. But he wanted her now. He wanted every inch of her and never wanted to let her go. Ashton Monroe was a lucifer dressed up like a greek god. Arrogant, cocky, famous bully of the school and he was famous for his good looks and cold yet unforgiving nature. You wouldn't ever want to fall in the bad books of Ashton if you want to graduate your college with a smile on your face. Clara Hughes is a girl with a positive attitude and loves herself the way she is. Until everyone pointed out that she was ugly and cursed and was bullied. But her positive attitude never changed. She was a ball of sunshine, whose daydream kind of life turned into a nightmare just because people around her thought she was unfit based on her looks. She was fine with it, until HE walked into her life. She felt that he breathed by bullying her. He broke her to an extent that she couldn't take life anymore and killed the positivity inside her. She fell for her bully, something she never thought would be possible even in her wildest dreams. And she knows she'll be paying for it forever.