Alternative Romanovs- Olga.October 15th, 1932.Alternative Romanovs- Olga.11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I open my eyes and look at my right. He is not here, like always. Am I asking too much if I want a husband who, every morning, when I look at my right, will be in bed? In my case, yes, it is.
I'm a notorious lazy. So I just call Nataliya half an hour after I wake up. Nataliya Gromenko is my Russian maid.
- Good morning, grand duchess- she said. Nataliya is a shy and quiet 25 year old girl. My special protected on a world with lots of bad people. My puppy, specifically talking.
- Good morning, Nataliya- I said. Nataliya just addresses me as "grand duchess". Because she is Russian, and for the Russians, I will always be
L.O.V.E A little girl walking through the forest. Who is she? Only God knows. She never had a family. She never knew what is Mum, or what is Dad. She's just walking.L.O.V.E1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
And what is that rambling thing? Is it a ghost? No, it isn't, the little girl would say. But she doesn't see it. She continues walking.
The rambling object comes nearer. It's trying to stop the little girl, to speak to her. But the little girl just goes. Yes, she can feel someone's touching her, but she cannot see him. She knows that the one who's touching her isn't the one who she looks for. She looks for someone who she loves.
The little girl is dead. She is walking in Heaven. S
Russian Violets: The Girl Who Fell From The Tree 2Russian Violets: The Girl Who Fell From The Tree 21 year ago in Emotional More Like This
She was about twelve, plump but not fat, short-ish and was wearing a white dress that came down to her knees with a light aqua sash and trim. Her hair, tied back with a matching ribbon, coming down to just above her waist, with a slight wave and was light brown with a hint of red, framed a pale face with lightly flushed cheeks and thin lips the colour of pink primroses. But what struck me the most was her eyes; they were unlike any eyes I had ever seen before. Sure, they were blue, a beautiful pure blue, but they were more than that. They had a clarity and deepness to them that reminded me of a fresh water stream I had once seen on holiday in
Russian Violets: The Girl Who Fell From The TreeRussian Violets: The Girl Who Fell From The Tree1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
The Tsar smiled at me. 'Why don't you go walk in the garden, Ivan?' he said kindly. 'Your father and I will be talking for a while, I expect. You'll find it terribly dull, I can imagine.'
I glanced at Father, who nodded then mouthed: 'Don't talk to anyone.'
Managing to remember my manners, I bowed to the Tsar. 'Thank you very much, Your Majesty.' Then I backed out of his study and followed a Cossack down the corridor and out into the garden.
The garden of Tsarskeo Selo was huge, with colourful flowers in beds that stretched as far as I could see and tall maple trees lining the paths. Fountains spurting jets of glittering water were dott
Night time fears Part 3Night time fears Part 31 year ago in Emotional More Like This
It started in a completely different way. When I looked around me, I could see nothing. My feet were firmly on the ground, but when I reached down to touch it, my fingers fell through thin air. Even more disturbing, I could see my hands and feet clearly but nothing else would come forward for me to see. I began to grope around blindedly for something to grasp onto. I found nothing. Panic rose in my throat, but I forced myself to stay calm. Maybe if I couldn't see, nothing else could see me.
Unfortunately, it didn't work out quite like that. I must have been fumbling around for a while when my fingers came to rest on a block of ice, or at le
Night time fears Part 1Night time fears Part 11 year ago in Emotional More Like This
March 1st (O.S) 1917
Shall I tell you a secret? I am afraid of the dark.
I suppose that's not strictly the truth. I am not afraid of the actual dark itself, but what it brings forward in your mind: your fears and worries, which seem one hundred times more serious when you can't see. I can't tell anyone of course. What would they think, I, Anastasia the Prankster, afraid of monsters under the bed and men with knives in our toy cupboard? I'd be teased relentlessly for the rest of my life. Most of the time it is not that bad. Papa does his best to keep bad news away from us children, or at least he did before the war, and if I have a w
That Cottage in the WoodsAurora watched her children run into the woods again. She should be well used to their thirst for adventure and the fascination they have with exploring- after all both she and Philip held similar feelings in their youth- but she still felt a pang of panic every time they left.That Cottage in the Woods1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
She worried that some event would cost her her children, much like her parents lost her. She loved her children dearly- a boy and a girl- and she often found herself wondering what her childhood would have been like if she was raised by her parents.
She knew where the children were headed, it was a location she herself would frequented- though no one knew. The old co
My Name is Olga- Chapter 1Chapter 1: The Little Grand DuchessesMy Name is Olga- Chapter 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Girls! Come here!" frantically called Miss Eager, darting about the Alexander Palace
I heard her voice, but was much too busy to answer her. It was 1901, and I was five.
Listen now as my early childhood memories unfold.
My little sisters, Tatiana and Maria, were distracting me by shouting and running about the playroom. Tatiana, who was almost four at the time, was frolicking and singing, "I'm the princess! You are my servants!" Little Maria toddled around, babbling as babies do.
I sat quietly in my favorite chair, a wooden rocking chair with a cozy red cushion. My young mind was caught up in the pa
August 29th, 1907...August 29th, 1907...1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
29 août 1907
It was like any other day...
''Mama!! Look!!! There is our little island!!'' I said squealing, and jumping up and down trying to catch glimpses of the Finnish lands near by our Shtandart. The Shtandart... She was the top-of-the-line sailing yacht, and she was ours. The little escort boats ferried around us and sailed on by making sure the waters were very safe for us to travel...
The skies were beautiful, and open and I could see the seagulls flying over-head as our beloved Shtandart plowed speedily through the Finnish waters... Mama and Ania were sitting there by the table, it was just after our Luncheon...
I was watchi
Elegy for the RomanovsElegy for the Romanovs1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Anastasia, we wish you didn't go
Anastasia, we wish you didn't
The youngest grand duchess of
A life of diamonds and bows
You attended lots of balls
Your family's murder caused do much pain
We waited in vein
To see where your remains lay
Vladimir wanted to kill you
for the bloodstains there was no bleach
The idea of you dead made us
May the Romanovs rest in
Your family's murder caused so much pain
We waited in vein
To see where your remains lay
Funniest Convo I Have Ever Had Online! No 3Funniest Convo I Have Ever Had Online! No 31 year ago in Comedy More Like This
User: Hey it's Luna Lovegood here :).
Cleverbot: Thank you for asking. What time is it there?
Cleverbot: No it isn't.
User: Yeah it is. I'm studying for my Defense Against the Dark Arts tomorrow.
Cleverbot: What are you going to do there?
User: Read books and practice spells.
Cleverbot: What have you read?
User: Um I've read 'The Quibbler' because I was bored then 'Dark Arts for Dummies'.
Cleverbot: No. Texas is just there too. And, how would you and I make a great team?
User: That's great! So what spells are you studying?
Cleverbot: Nothing really, answering your questions.
User: Well, what wizarding subjects are your
Funniest Convo I Have Ever Had Online! No 2Funniest Convo I Have Ever Had Online! No 21 year ago in Comedy More Like This
This is a Harry Potter themed Convo!
User: Hell, my name is Harry Potter.
Cleverbot: Do you like the harry potter books?
User: Yes I'm in them.
Cleverbot: Mothe do you think they're like the song.
Cleverbot: Who is the best band ever?
User: Take that.
Cleverbot: That wasn't very clever.
Cleverbot: What does IKR mean?
User: Ikr = I know right.
Cleverbot: You already say that.
User: I know.
Cleverbot: Why ask again?
User: Ask me anything about harry potter.
Cleverbot: What do you live for?
User: Avenge my parents death.
Cleverbot: Yes I am. Better review you lesson dude.
User: Dude? AVADA KEDAVRA.
Afraid of the Dark CH1Afraid of the Dark CH11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Out in a cold dark mist, I stand in a heavy down cloak. Two buffy demons stand next to me, guarding my surroundings for any interlopers. My face is cover a bit, but my black hair covers mostly my eyes. Soon, down from the skies a man with black and red wings, kneels in front of me. The guards take their cue and leave the area.
"Ma'am, there are two wizards at the entrance and an army of Dementors at the sides." The man says, as he keeps his head down while I think. I look deep within the fog, visualizing the prison cell.
"Kill the guards and recruit the Dementors." My voice is low, but strong.
"Yes, ma'am." He stands up and flies back towa
Anastasia where are you?Anastasia where did you go?Anastasia where are you?2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Some say your dead and others believe you survived.
Why are you still hiding?
Aren't you going to rule Russia as Empress?
Anastasia Romanov are you playing a joke?
Anastasia Romanov we will find you and bring you home I promise you.
A piece of my Romanov writing All the light that had once filled the Portrait Hall had disappeared it seemed. It was there I remember on a rainy day that Ania said her goodbyes to us. Anna Vyrubova was much more than a Lady-in-Waiting; she was family, a dear friend to me, and my mother's best friend.A piece of my Romanov writing2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Near the doors that lead to the outside world, mother and Ania embraced each other; the most intimate moment I had seen between two such friends. They did not hold back their tears as stood out of the way and almost out of sight behind a large marble column. I kept on fidgeting with the long ribbon that hung down from the collar of my navy blue dress, the one that Ani
July 17, 1918July 17, 19182 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It is cold outside
the air bites the skin
Inside a family is pushed
down into a basement.
They trip and fall in their
The Mother, hysterical,
screams and cries. Because
her son is being bruised,
The Father has become deathly calm.
As he walks down the stairs.
But the Daughters are frightened by
memories of these soldiers rough hands.
And cry for Mama and Papa.
In the Basement they are all lined up.
Like dolls on a shelf.
Then down they go.
Each of them.
One by one.
Outside it is still cold.
But gravel now scrapes against
the steel of a shovel.
The family is but hollow shells now,
The Basement MassacreThere is a knock on my door.The Basement Massacre11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I walk to it, and open it.
It is one of the guards.
"Miss, I am to take you to the basement.
There are riots.
Please Miss, for your safety." he says.
Why would the guards suddenly care for my family's safety?
We are prisoners of the rebellion.
But, I get up, and follow him
to the cellar.
I see my family there.
My sisters, my father and mother.
The guards gather us together.
Their leader pulls out a slip of paper.
He starts reading the orders that we are to be executed,
Before any of us can do anything,
he takes a pisol, and fires at my father's head.
He collapses in a growing stream of blood.
My mother is praying.
She gets shot too,
before she can finish her prayer.
Then they turn to us.
Now I have completely registered in my mind that I,
Daughter of the Russian Tsar,
will die tonight,
in this basement.
The guard that led me here
fires at my chest.
The bullet somehow bounces off my corset.
The other guards shoot at my siste
Over-whelmed...Over-whelmed...1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I stand here, with my family...
I watch the military pageantry displayed...
Smiling and saluting...
Feeling the sense of dread and over-whelming thoughts...
I dash into a bed-chambre and sob!
No one knows my feelings, my overwhelming feelings!
No one knows! No one!
Of what it is to be who I am... to be me...
I watch my sister's birthday party as it commences...
I see the many gentlemen dancing with my proud sister...
I know even in sadness, one must grin and bear it...
A slew of ladies, around my age ask for my hand to dance...
Feeling that over-whelming feeling... I run!
I run away from those girls!
A Trip to WonderlandShe pulled the blue comforter up to her son's chin, making sure he was nicely tucked in. The four year old stared up at his mother, his large blues eyes mimicking hers. She kissed his forehead and mussed his vivid blond hair.A Trip to Wonderland1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Mama, can I hear about wonderland?" The little boy asked his mother innocently, as he did every night. Alice smiled, it had been a very long time since she thought of Wonderland but since she had her son she found herself describing it every day.
"Of course darling," she smiled at her son, who beamed back to her. "It's a wonderful place, being called Wonderland- full of talking flowers, disappearing cats, angry queens
Eternal Place_ One for OlgaEternal Place_ One for Olga2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
If I could recall the day I was born
I'm certain I did say
This is my home, where I belong
It's where I'll forever stay
Land of great heirs
Land of the bear
This land I call my own
Oh if I did leave if I did go
I would be doomed to roam
Because you only get one forever home
No place on earth
Can rival your worth
No empire could mirror your grace
In the arms of those I love
I know I'm blessed because
I have my eternal place
Support us in these days
To God I send praise
From this land I call my own
Oh if I did leave if I did go
I would be doomed to roam
Because you only get one forever home
Then this place on earth
ButterflyButterfly3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A pretty butterfly
A sad reminder
of how mashka fell.
No, no, no
Don't go Mashka
I want you to stay here
How could Mashka fall?
my pretty butterfly.
Don't go away...
Never shall I forget you.
My pretty butterfly.
RHr - Christmas LoveChristmas seemed to bring a different mood to the grounds of Hogwarts castle. The decorations that were draped around stair banisters sparkled in the dim light. The magical piles of snow in corners of classrooms drew attention to stunned first years, and the usual fairy lanterns on the twelve large Christmas trees in the Great Hall glimmered at dinner. Everywhere the students went, there was the smell of pine wafting through the air. The teachers seemed to be more lenient, and one could see Professor Dumbledore swishing through the corridors arm in arm with Professor McGonagall. A story that had gone around the classes for weeks had been oneRHr - Christmas Love1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
NORMAL...NORMAL...1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I Am NORMAL... Just like the rest of you...
But I am treated differently, unlike the way I wish to be...
I am given everything, while others have nothing...
I am loved and cherished, while some do not have such happiness...
But many over-look this, only noticing who I am...
They only see the title and privilege, not the human-side...
They oogle and obsess over my face, they cry at my death...
I suppose those are normal re-actions but to me, they are not...
They wish themselves to be like me...
It is not all that it is cracked up to be...
Sure... I had a loving family.. NORMAL in every aspect...
But people still over-look
I am not Adonis...I am not Adonis...1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I am not Adonis...
I am not Adonis...
I have no special charm, I am normal just like the rest of you...
I do not have super beauty or charisma. Yet I am desired by all...
I do not have the body of a god, just the normal frame of a boy...
I do not have the face of Apollo...
I do not emit rays of light, yet I am the centre of everything...
I have no special life, just normality as I wish it to be...
I sit here, and ponder my true calling...
I sit here, and think so deeply of things...
I think of how people oogle, and point and want to touch me...
They want to grab my arm, thinking they will be healed...
But I am not a god...
I am n