#The Royals: Anna & William -CHP1

THE ROYALS :
ANNA & WILLIAMS

CHAPTER ONE

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”Annalisa-Jane Jacob, come down from that tree at once!!!!!” Her mother who had been passing the garden with her maidens bellows.

Annalisa-Jane laughs, ”A minute mother, I am trying to get that fruit, it is so high up there and your servants are such klutz, dancing around like unfed chicks. Just give me a minute and I will be–”

”Annalisa, I will not repeat myself!!”

Annalisa ignores her mother and continues to climb the tree, all dressed up in her long gown and her hair packed in a shimmering bun. She reaches for the red apple lying on the side of the tree, dangling and glowing with the red sun. It was the only one left. The others were lying scattered on the grass bed like disjointed army guards. Her maidens were stuffing them into a basket. She reaches for it but can’t get to it. ”Oh Blimey!!”She exclaims.

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#The Royals: Anna & Williams

       THE ROYALS : ANNA & WILLIAMS

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SYNPOSIS

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Anna was a simple girl, a free spirit and not your usual prim and proper girls.

While girls her age were busy having tea parties, playing castle and attending debut balls, Annalisa-Jane Jacobs loved to play with children, wear trousers and climb rocks.

It didn’t help that she was a princess.

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Finding God Series :Abused, Broken, Redeemed!

We are beginning our Christian short stories today. It is going to be a series themed ”Finding God!”

Here is our first story titled ”Abused, Broken, Redeemed”.

It is going to be four chapters, once every Sunday, Yes it is a Sunday Sunday Tonic kinda thing..so, have your faith gears on..

Enjoy …see your next Sunday.

And during the week? Don’t fret, Itchyfingers is back..and i would pick up an old story to complete or a new one, who knows. Watch this space.

Xoxo.

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I was about eleven years old when I first came face to face with evil.
It had a face, it had a name, and he was my father.

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MY CRAZY LITTLE VALENTINE ..

Growing up, I use to wonder what love really meant or felt. I always felt ridicules watching my parents hold hands and smile into each other’s eyes and kiss their lips and say a thousand ‘’ I love you’s” in one minute.

They said I was a weird child. That I hated to be carried as soon as I could walk. I hated kisses on my face and wet slouchy ones to my cheeks. Mama said I would wail as soon as I saw someone’s lips close to mine. I would slap and claw with my little baby fingers.

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My disheveled little Wonder!

Its a funny story actually..

You see, i met her once on my way to the play ball down the  alley with some friends. She stood there dressed in a dark dress worse for wear. Her hair disheveled and her lipstick smeared. I swear, i had not the darnest idea why i stared. Because she was not supposed to be dressed. Wild and free were their constant nest.

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#BIRTHDAYFEVER

#BirthdayFever
So here I am thinking about my many failures, sometimes they weighed me down. Sometimes I sank in too deep i felt my life would continuously be sinking sand.
But wait!!
There is a tiny little mustard seed called hope. There is even a tiny peekle feckle thing called faith.. and it is both the absence of what you can hold tangibly in your arms, and something you have never tasted in your mouth.. yet,they say it can move mountains.
And maybe it did. It moved mine. And maybe prayers propelled it even further.
Point is..never give up. Never wallow . Even when you stumble don’t fall.
So what if you did? . You can also rise up.
No..not like one whose life has ended but about to begin.
No don’t walk. Jog!.
Okay,stop jogging. How about you run.?

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