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“It's all right. I'm not upset. After all, they were just things. When you've lost your mother and your father, you can't care so much about things, can you?”

“There were two types of survivors in life: those, like her, who found the requisite strength in having once been loved with great intensity; and those who, having not been loved, learned to thrive on hatred, suspicion, and the meager rewards of revenge.”

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In Tales of the Clockwork Empire

Good day. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Arainnah Coraline Goodheart and I am eight years old. I am the only surviving child of my parents, Dr. Edwin Cephas Goodheart and Alice Jane (Saunders) Goodheart, born October 31, 1872. My parents were young, having married for love against both their families wishes while my father was still attending University. I arrived kicking and screaming in the world soon after they wed and was soon followed by three sisters-Adelaide, Anatholie and Arabella-and a baby brother-Enoch. Our parents loved each other and each of us completely and whole heartedly, never giving us cause to doubt their feelings. We lived well and comfortably; lovely pinafores, hats, muffs, shoes...we wanted for nothing.

Soon after our move to London to be closer to mother's dearest sister, Agrippina (a recent young widow), we were struck with disease. Enoch and Anatholie were lost to the plague. Mother and Father were grief stricken. Then, not even two months later, Mother, Adelaide and Arabella left us after a failed struggle with cholera. Father, beside himself with grief, spiraled downward into a deep depression-taking his life soon after.

I was lost, adrift in a sea of thriving London natives with no one to cling to but a barely known aunt. After the reading of the will, our home and all possessions but what I could carry and Aunt Agrippina could pack in a small trunk, were sold off to pay for the remainder of father's University bill. Aunt Agrippina and I got along well enough, or as well as could be expected of relations that had only met a few scant months prior.

Aunt Agrippina, come to find out, was with child when I went to live with her. She had just received news of the babe when, on the same day, news also arrived of her husband's death. She died three months after I arrived at her home; the doctor couldn't stop the loss of the babe or the bleeding. Once again, I was set adrift in a huge world.

This is how I came to be a ward of The Waifs and Strays. There was a severe lack of beds when I arrived and I found myself, for the first time in my young life, having to defend my possessions from theft. Never before had I been treated as such and what a new world it was. The pinafores, hats, muffs, shoes...all of it pawed over, plundered through and torn until all that remained to be salvaged was one torn pinafore, one muff and a pair of shoes. Thankfully the few photographs I had of my family were left alone.

Luckily one of the workers there tends to take pity on me and has arranged for me to stay some days with her elderly mother in another part of town. I help her with her toilette then am free to explore to my heart's content. Who knows where I'll end up or what I'll learn.

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In Applesauce

Hi! I'm Rainy (short for Arainnah) and I live with my Aunt Aggie. She's pregnant...like way pregnant...with twins. We live in Brooklyn in a four story walk up, with a greenhouse on the roof that Mr. Chavez, the old biddy next door (Miss O'Connell) and I made from donated and found resources. Aunt Aggie made me move here from Wilson, North Carolina after Mama, Daddy and my sisters and brother died from a disease. I miss them a lot. Recently, I made a new friend: Dr. Alexander Pilche. He helped Aunt Aggie when she slipped on the ice in the crosswalk and fell. He says she has to be on bed rest until the babies come, but he says they can't come yet. I guess they're not done 'baking' yet, as Daddy used to say. Come visit me in Applesauce! *S*












My Novels:

Ghost Stories
Applesauce
Zone : Romance
Midnight Tapestry
Tales of the Clockwork Empire

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Kiss the Cook

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My Favorite Reads:

Applesauce
Second Star to the Right - Out of Print

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Panda
Funny!
Feb 10, 2014 01:39 pm
Panda
Lovely!
Nov 12, 2013 11:24 am
Panda
Perfect description and lovely ending.
Nov 12, 2013 11:10 am
Panda
Very well done!
Jul 20, 2013 12:38 am
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Very Well Done!
Jul 09, 2013 01:46 pm


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