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What is torchwood case file 1889

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Henrietta Rochester

My Synopsis- HENRIETTA ROCHESTER (Chinyere Amelia Iweha) Henrietta(20), beautiful, obedient, energetic, kind but naïve young maiden, lives in an isolated house on a hill with her grandpa in a small village in regency England. Her grandpa Oliver(72), strong willed, purposeful and good spirited old man raised her up to womanhood alone, after the death of her parents and then, his wife, at the age of five. They live a poor and isolated life but she grows up to be a woman of character. They were chased out of there former home in a middle class town after the death of her grand mother who was perceived to be a witch, a sorcerer and the cause of the death of a few in the community. But her husband, grandpa Oliver, is good and kind. He and Henrietta takes it upon themselves to give food to a helpless old neighbor, everyday, despite the fact that they are equally poor. Henrietta and grandpa live on weaving baskets. The mayor of the town pays them a frightening visit and announces that the hill in which their home is built has been sold out and so the house is marked for demolition. on levelling of the hill to the ground. Henrietta and grandpa are confused and helpless. They have no where to go to. In that confused state, Henrietta goes to gather woods in the forest and a strange person is also in the woods. He is different and neatly dressed; a ruddy, tall, handsome young man. He is interested in knowing her and is perplexed by her beauty and simplicity. Henrietta is so frightened and naïve and is reluctant to respond to his advances. She lives in a hurry and the young man trails her to her house subtly. Francis, (24), Handsome, tall, humble and confident young man, visits another day. He is a duke but does not disclose it. Grandpa and Henrietta do not give him a very warm welcome as they are afraid of a repeat of what happened to them years ago in their former home. They do not even open up to him on the current planned demolition. He leaves and promises to return because he has fallen in love with Henrietta and nurses the dream to make her, his wife. On his return, he met no hut, and grandpa Oliver and Henrietta are no where to be found. He is very devastated and all effort to locate them fails. Meanwhile, grandpa Oliver and Henrietta moves to another town. They are helped by an unknown caravan going to Bedford who picks them on the road. Since they have no destination, the middle aged rider, Mr. Bartholomew, a kind man and a good Christian, brings them to his house and they live there with him and his daughters. He is a widower. There is an upcoming dance party at the duke's house in Bedford and it is organized by duke Francis, for singles to mingle. He is searching for a wife but does not disclose it. Mr. Bartholomew encourages Henrietta and his daughters to attend. They prepare Henrietta for the party as such things are alien to her. At the dance party, the duke intentionally greets everyone at the party. His attention falls on Henrietta but he does not recognize her to be the beautiful rough looking maiden he met at the woods. She looks so captivating and outstanding. He walks up to her to introduce himself and invite her for a dance. He too has changed, in his apparel of a non royal duke. But Henrietta still recognizes him but keeps quiet about it. She is shocked that he is still attracted to her again, unknowingly. They dance slowly, holding each other and he gradually begins to recognize the face. Events begin to unfold and it becomes clear to both of them that they are made from heaven for each other. It is a happy end as Henrietta marries duke Francis of Bedford and becomes a duchess. They have a wonderful life now and grandpa Oliver is well taken care of and everyone is happy. The end

Amelia_Chinyere · 歴史
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Painted Scars

I dip my one tenth flat head paint brush into a puddle of colors that I had mixed to resemble a light royal blue color, I make small strokes with my brush filling in the iris of the very eyes that haunt me night after night. Ones that are so much like my own yet at the same time so different that it doesn’t make sense how anyone could mistake them for mine. I paint the long flat hair that mirrors a raven's wings, a mix of blacks, dark purples and blue. I replicate those colors with paint to get the perfect color scheme, imitating how light reflects off her hair making her look life-like. I paint her rosy red full lips creating the light curve of her cupid's bow, capturing the bright smile that was plastered on her lips. I paint the smile lines on her cheeks using a mix of light grey and the skin tone color I had originally used to create shadowing. I use that same color to portray the crinkles at the edge of her eyes that had been etched into her beautiful creamy very light golden toned skin, probably from the years of the constant joyousness that was written on her face. I try to capture that very joyfulness in both her eyes and face trying to make it clear all the way through to her very being. I paint her the one person I had in my life that loved and understood me better than anyone, I paint her to maybe help fill that empty void in my heart that she left when she died. I paint her by memory from the arch of her brow, the slenderness of her face and the soft rounded curve of her chin that fed into the sharp edges of her perfectly defined jaw. I memorized the light blue color of her eyes that was a mix of royal blues and another color called cloudless. I remember the curve of her lashes and the small button-like nose I inherited from her. I remember her so perfectly that it hurts. I remember the sound of her voice, the way she would throw her head back when she’d laugh too hard. I remember every single part of her, and sometimes I can see her if I stare into the mirror long enough. I remember her so perfectly but how could I not? How could I forget my mom? How could I forget the woman who raised me? The person who loved me? The person that brought me into this world? How could I forget her? How could I forget my best friend? How could I forget her?

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Dependent Love(Maverick)

"You do realize, that I can take you over my knees right? " Maverick asked in that very arrogant voice. Harley didn't know if she should laugh or run. How could someone who was on a wheelchair exude so much authority? 'Ah! Bend her over his knees?!' As if! She didn't see his hands snaking around her waist. Next thing she knew she was on his lap. 'This was better than being bent over his knees like a child. But it wasn't much better!' she thought as heat suffused her face. 'he was so going to get it....... When Maverick a music star at the peak of his career, gets into a scandal, he thought that was the worst thing that could ever happen to him. Until he found himself getting into an accident that left him paralyzed. But that wasn't as worse, as finding out that he had a twin , he knew nothing about and worse still, a child who shared his DNA! Harley, a freshly graduated physical therapist, was at her wits end! She had needed a job, and she had gotten one! With a celebrity at that! But it seems the job was almost more trouble than it was worth. Being a physical therapist was supposed to be an easy job, except the client was Maverick! He was the most annoying patient and with her being her stubborn self, it was a battlefield. Add to that the fact that she had gotten embroiled in his scandal. But even at his most annoying, her heart couldn't help but soften at this man. Who cared for a child, he didn't even know for sure was his. Maverick wasn't the best patient anyone could ask for but her heart,seems to think he was the best man anyone could ever ask for.

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