Hi, I'm Lizzie, I'm 23 and I love to write- stories, poems, blogs, anything really- and this is a blog to document all of that, so I hope you enjoy reading some of my favourite pieces. The stories are in parts so you can follow your favourite story as it progresses- they all have specific labels at the bottom so if you click it, it'll take to all the passages from that story- and I promise to try and write the next parts regularly. :)

Thursday, 8 May 2014

Rose Manor- Part 8 (Final)

Victoria swallowed as she reached for the dagger she had secretly stolen from Charles, she gripped it with both of her hands as she positioned it, resting it on her now bare skin- where her heart beat underneath. She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes, and as she breathed steadily out, she plunged the blade through her flesh.
“My heart will always lie with Anne and Albert Rose!” were the last words screamed from her mouth, and as she felt herself slip away to death, she knew he had heard her.


The long neglected and abandoned secret of the manor did not stay secret after Emilia was rescued from it by her mother and several policemen. For she told everyone who would listen- and forced those who wouldn’t. And eventually she, her mother, her Auntie and her two cousins, rebuilt the whole mansion, with the help of the whole town. And some years later after they finally finished, travellers and tourists began to come back to Grenwich, it was no longer known for its gruesome tales and nightmarish stories. It may also interest the reader to know that Emilia was able to track down Albert Rose, whom was, and still is, buried beside his loving wife in a cemetery of the church in a small village, in Dublin, called Starford. And then, all of a sudden, the cherry blossoms began to come back too, their baby pink becoming a welcomed presence among the town, and slowly but surely, Grenwich became free of the fear and prejudice that had once claimed it. And Victoria’s true tale became known, and Charles Black’s did too as his history was shunned and spat upon.
But then, as if out of nowhere, Rose Manor was once again, a name to be heard in all of Yorkshire.

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