~Hey everybody, this is my first fic for the TE section, I hope it fits.
I've added a character here, Winnie's sister. It will mainly revolve
around them, but it will be a romance too, for both girls and some certain
hotties with the last name of Tuck. Please review.~
~) Until the End of Time () Chapter One: Homecoming (~
Winnifred "Winnie" Foster slowly and cautiously peered down the stairs trying to overhear the heated conversation that was taking place in the middle of the family's parlor. The strained voice of her father and shrill voice of her mother made quite the comparison. From what Winnie could see, her grandmother sat in a large mauve chair, looking stiff and stern, occasionally nodding her head up and down. And who was the recipient of all this? Why it was none other than Amelia Foster, sister to Winnifred, and utter disappointment to her parents. Amelia wasn't much like the girls of her time. She was a free spirit, a gentle bird who wanted nothing more than to spread her wings and fly. She didn't want to wear her hair up, didn't care for long extravagant gowns, despised corsets, and, sin of all sins, refused to get married.
Oh, she was pretty enough for a man, even beautiful maybe, but early on in life she had decided the holy act of matrimony wasn't right for her. No, it would not do her well to become a baby-breeding machine and sew all day long while her husband worked at some bank. She'd once had a man propose to her, a wealthy man, but not rich in what really mattered. When he had proposed to her, she was sitting on a bench in a park while he reluctantly put one knee on the ground. He took of his glove and took his hand in hers....but she was so distracted by the white hand of his. Not a real man's hand, it looked more like a woman's. It had no roughness, no calluses, and no imperfection. She made him stand up, saying he did nothing to be proud of, no real labor. She didn't respect him, and she could never marry a man she didn't respect.
The clashing of an object against the wall drove Winnie back to reality. She stood up immediately, knowing what was to happen next, for it always ended the same way. She scurried down the long hallway, her feet sliding softly against the lavender rug, and took a right, entering her sister's room just in enough time to hide behind the large doors of the closet, shielding herself in back of coats and dresses. Winnie heard the footsteps becoming louder and louder, the door swinging open, and then she was discovered. The clothes were pushed aside, and Winnie shyly glanced up at the madding face of her sister.
"Hi..." She muttered timidly. Amelia rolled her eyes and simply slammed the door shut, the idea of locking her little annoyance in there until dinnertime. She never did though. Amelia frowned as she tumbled across the wide bed, landing on a mass of silky pillows. The mumbling of voices could be heard from outside her room, ever so often rising with anger and contempt and then hesitation and wariness. Sighing deeply and stumbling off the bed, she found her old friendly window, one which she had escaped out of many a time. Flipping up the latch, she opened it swiftly, peered her head out, and screamed. Birds flew out of their nearby nests like frightened chickens waiting to become a meal.
Suddenly, she was echoed, louder and more panicked. Amelia turned to see a red-faced Winnie, looking down sheepishly at the cream-colored rug. Amelia raised an eyebrow at her little sister, a smile creeping onto her face. The red-faced, slightly embarrassed young girl mirrored the previous movement, until both broke out into a happy chorus of laughter. Falling into each other's arms, the two sisters embraced.
"Felt like a shout eh?" Mumbled laughter and a nod of a head was the only response to question asked by the elder. When it had subsided, the real inquiry began.
"So sister dear, what have you been up to when I was being auctioned off for marriage?"
"Piano, schooling, tea...oh! Did you hear about Charlotte Windham? She's engaged!" Amelia glanced up quickly at the mention of her best friend, and her smile flattered, betraying the emotion she was so wanted to be joyous.
"My Charlotte? Dear Charlotte? To whom?"
"A Mr. Earnest Hammond from Virginia. Twenty-Two, owner of a large house, and has lots of money. Not that it matters of course, because I'm sure she really does love him, though the material things are not without concern you know." Amelia nodded, but still kept a slight frown upon her brow, not yet convinced. She'd known Charlotte, or Lottie as she was better known, since childhood. They would often talk about what their lives would be like years form then, and while words were spoken of husbands and children, the word "love" was absolutely necessary. A life without love can be no life at all.
"You'll just have to see for yourself then, if you don't believe me. They'll be at the Jackson's on Tuesday for Molly's coming out party." Amelia rolled her eyes for the second time that day.
"I despise "coming out" parties...almost as much as I despise that Molly Jackson. Stupid little ninny."
"Amelia!"
"Well, you can't blame me for thinking that way! If she's not complaining about her height, she's complaining about her weight, or her hair, or her dresses. I'd like to see her go without any of that for one day, I really would!"
"Oh, let's not talk about that now, you're obviously cross. But if it makes you feel better, Georgia Lawshe fell in a pond yesterday when we were rowing our boats!" Laughter came back into the room, louder than ever this time, for if there was one person Amelia disliked more than Molly Jackson it was Georgia Lawshe, and maybe her sister Annabeth too. They were as frustrating as a broken fan on a hot summer's day, and as stuck up the nose on their faces, sitting up high in the air.
"Oh, Misses?" The girls turned to find the door open and a rather frail looking woman holding a few vases in the hall. Her snow-white hair was tucked up in a prim little bun on the top of her head and the wrinkles danced across her ivory face. Kind blue eyes stared at the girls, and a question came to the tip of her tongue.
"I've been summoned to tell you it's time for dinner," she paused for a moment, her lips parted. "Miss Amelia has been asked to retire here for the night." She looked down, embarrassed to be the one to have to tell the young woman that she was not wanted in the company of her parents at this time. Winnie took over from there.
"Would you inform my parents that I'll be staying with my sister, please?" The maid nodded her head and scurried out of the hallway. Amelia sent her sister a look, sighed and fell back down on the bed, welcoming the soft sheets to wrap around her. Winnie laughed and pulled her back up, telling her sister to take the travel coat off of her if she was going to wrinkle it. Amelia scrunched up her nose and took off the long beige jacket, folding it neatly over the chair of her vanity. With satisfaction that it wouldn't crease, she admired the room for the first time since her arrival.
The basic qualities of the room always seemed to stay the same, though the items would change form time to time, as she grew older. The high walls were painted a pale pink, while some parts were vanilla. Soft, luscious embroidered tapestries, pillows, sheets and rugs were found throughout the room. Tiffany lamps adorned the room as did fragrant flowers, standing tall and proud in their vases. Tall, large windows and a day seat sat only a few feet from the bed, facing the colorful garden out front. A few books scattered here and there, and a stationery desk, waiting for a cheerful letter to be written. Old photographs covered the desk and some walls along with paintings. And finally came Amelia's favorite part of the room. Inside her closet, behind the mass of clothes and hatboxes was a tiny little door. One could hardly believe that such a small door held so much future for this young woman. The power to escape needed only the turning of the brassy knob, and she was free.
Amelia looked towards Winnie, her face alive with excitement, her eyes sparkling. No one in the family knew about the little chamber, not even the servants. It was discovered years ago, by way of the game "hide and seek". Winnie sprang from her seat and ran to the door, peering out to see if anyone was approaching first. The coast clear, she quickly shut it and locked it tight. By now Amelia had already bounced up and was rummaging through her drawers for the key. Lifting up a pair of old weathered stockings, she flipped them upside down and grasped the shiny gold key as it fell down to her palm. Winnie smiled at the comical nonsense her sister possessed and eagerly following the older girl as she made her way to the closet. There she was joined, and as Amelia slipped the small object into the hole, their souls began to soar, for they waited with a happy giddiness of what they were about to unleash.
~All right, I hope everyone liked it, I had fun writing it. If you'd like to read more of my work, I have one story in the Outsiders section, and one more called "The Empress" at FF.Press. Please review, and have a nice day.~
~) Until the End of Time () Chapter One: Homecoming (~
Winnifred "Winnie" Foster slowly and cautiously peered down the stairs trying to overhear the heated conversation that was taking place in the middle of the family's parlor. The strained voice of her father and shrill voice of her mother made quite the comparison. From what Winnie could see, her grandmother sat in a large mauve chair, looking stiff and stern, occasionally nodding her head up and down. And who was the recipient of all this? Why it was none other than Amelia Foster, sister to Winnifred, and utter disappointment to her parents. Amelia wasn't much like the girls of her time. She was a free spirit, a gentle bird who wanted nothing more than to spread her wings and fly. She didn't want to wear her hair up, didn't care for long extravagant gowns, despised corsets, and, sin of all sins, refused to get married.
Oh, she was pretty enough for a man, even beautiful maybe, but early on in life she had decided the holy act of matrimony wasn't right for her. No, it would not do her well to become a baby-breeding machine and sew all day long while her husband worked at some bank. She'd once had a man propose to her, a wealthy man, but not rich in what really mattered. When he had proposed to her, she was sitting on a bench in a park while he reluctantly put one knee on the ground. He took of his glove and took his hand in hers....but she was so distracted by the white hand of his. Not a real man's hand, it looked more like a woman's. It had no roughness, no calluses, and no imperfection. She made him stand up, saying he did nothing to be proud of, no real labor. She didn't respect him, and she could never marry a man she didn't respect.
The clashing of an object against the wall drove Winnie back to reality. She stood up immediately, knowing what was to happen next, for it always ended the same way. She scurried down the long hallway, her feet sliding softly against the lavender rug, and took a right, entering her sister's room just in enough time to hide behind the large doors of the closet, shielding herself in back of coats and dresses. Winnie heard the footsteps becoming louder and louder, the door swinging open, and then she was discovered. The clothes were pushed aside, and Winnie shyly glanced up at the madding face of her sister.
"Hi..." She muttered timidly. Amelia rolled her eyes and simply slammed the door shut, the idea of locking her little annoyance in there until dinnertime. She never did though. Amelia frowned as she tumbled across the wide bed, landing on a mass of silky pillows. The mumbling of voices could be heard from outside her room, ever so often rising with anger and contempt and then hesitation and wariness. Sighing deeply and stumbling off the bed, she found her old friendly window, one which she had escaped out of many a time. Flipping up the latch, she opened it swiftly, peered her head out, and screamed. Birds flew out of their nearby nests like frightened chickens waiting to become a meal.
Suddenly, she was echoed, louder and more panicked. Amelia turned to see a red-faced Winnie, looking down sheepishly at the cream-colored rug. Amelia raised an eyebrow at her little sister, a smile creeping onto her face. The red-faced, slightly embarrassed young girl mirrored the previous movement, until both broke out into a happy chorus of laughter. Falling into each other's arms, the two sisters embraced.
"Felt like a shout eh?" Mumbled laughter and a nod of a head was the only response to question asked by the elder. When it had subsided, the real inquiry began.
"So sister dear, what have you been up to when I was being auctioned off for marriage?"
"Piano, schooling, tea...oh! Did you hear about Charlotte Windham? She's engaged!" Amelia glanced up quickly at the mention of her best friend, and her smile flattered, betraying the emotion she was so wanted to be joyous.
"My Charlotte? Dear Charlotte? To whom?"
"A Mr. Earnest Hammond from Virginia. Twenty-Two, owner of a large house, and has lots of money. Not that it matters of course, because I'm sure she really does love him, though the material things are not without concern you know." Amelia nodded, but still kept a slight frown upon her brow, not yet convinced. She'd known Charlotte, or Lottie as she was better known, since childhood. They would often talk about what their lives would be like years form then, and while words were spoken of husbands and children, the word "love" was absolutely necessary. A life without love can be no life at all.
"You'll just have to see for yourself then, if you don't believe me. They'll be at the Jackson's on Tuesday for Molly's coming out party." Amelia rolled her eyes for the second time that day.
"I despise "coming out" parties...almost as much as I despise that Molly Jackson. Stupid little ninny."
"Amelia!"
"Well, you can't blame me for thinking that way! If she's not complaining about her height, she's complaining about her weight, or her hair, or her dresses. I'd like to see her go without any of that for one day, I really would!"
"Oh, let's not talk about that now, you're obviously cross. But if it makes you feel better, Georgia Lawshe fell in a pond yesterday when we were rowing our boats!" Laughter came back into the room, louder than ever this time, for if there was one person Amelia disliked more than Molly Jackson it was Georgia Lawshe, and maybe her sister Annabeth too. They were as frustrating as a broken fan on a hot summer's day, and as stuck up the nose on their faces, sitting up high in the air.
"Oh, Misses?" The girls turned to find the door open and a rather frail looking woman holding a few vases in the hall. Her snow-white hair was tucked up in a prim little bun on the top of her head and the wrinkles danced across her ivory face. Kind blue eyes stared at the girls, and a question came to the tip of her tongue.
"I've been summoned to tell you it's time for dinner," she paused for a moment, her lips parted. "Miss Amelia has been asked to retire here for the night." She looked down, embarrassed to be the one to have to tell the young woman that she was not wanted in the company of her parents at this time. Winnie took over from there.
"Would you inform my parents that I'll be staying with my sister, please?" The maid nodded her head and scurried out of the hallway. Amelia sent her sister a look, sighed and fell back down on the bed, welcoming the soft sheets to wrap around her. Winnie laughed and pulled her back up, telling her sister to take the travel coat off of her if she was going to wrinkle it. Amelia scrunched up her nose and took off the long beige jacket, folding it neatly over the chair of her vanity. With satisfaction that it wouldn't crease, she admired the room for the first time since her arrival.
The basic qualities of the room always seemed to stay the same, though the items would change form time to time, as she grew older. The high walls were painted a pale pink, while some parts were vanilla. Soft, luscious embroidered tapestries, pillows, sheets and rugs were found throughout the room. Tiffany lamps adorned the room as did fragrant flowers, standing tall and proud in their vases. Tall, large windows and a day seat sat only a few feet from the bed, facing the colorful garden out front. A few books scattered here and there, and a stationery desk, waiting for a cheerful letter to be written. Old photographs covered the desk and some walls along with paintings. And finally came Amelia's favorite part of the room. Inside her closet, behind the mass of clothes and hatboxes was a tiny little door. One could hardly believe that such a small door held so much future for this young woman. The power to escape needed only the turning of the brassy knob, and she was free.
Amelia looked towards Winnie, her face alive with excitement, her eyes sparkling. No one in the family knew about the little chamber, not even the servants. It was discovered years ago, by way of the game "hide and seek". Winnie sprang from her seat and ran to the door, peering out to see if anyone was approaching first. The coast clear, she quickly shut it and locked it tight. By now Amelia had already bounced up and was rummaging through her drawers for the key. Lifting up a pair of old weathered stockings, she flipped them upside down and grasped the shiny gold key as it fell down to her palm. Winnie smiled at the comical nonsense her sister possessed and eagerly following the older girl as she made her way to the closet. There she was joined, and as Amelia slipped the small object into the hole, their souls began to soar, for they waited with a happy giddiness of what they were about to unleash.
~All right, I hope everyone liked it, I had fun writing it. If you'd like to read more of my work, I have one story in the Outsiders section, and one more called "The Empress" at FF.Press. Please review, and have a nice day.~
