ThornyEnglishRose - Hobbyist, Writer | DeviantArt (original) (raw)

Gallery

LiteratureHats OffA silly thing once happened to two siblings during a rehearsal of a school production of Little Shop of Horrors. The brother, Hayden, was an amusing, musical and reliable sixth former who had been chosen to play the leading role of Seymour Krelborn. His sister Emilia, four years younger, was in the chorus and appeared in a few crowd scenes and such. Her most notable walk-on role was during the fantasy sequence ('Somewhere That's Green'), for which some teacher or other had decided it would be cute for Hayden's sister to play Seymour's imagined daughter. Not long into rehearsals, it was decided that Hayden should always wear Seymour's baseball cap, as it featured in the plot and proved awkward by its absence. A suitable prop was duly found and someone, perhaps that same teacher, now decided it would be a nice touch if Seymour placed the cap on his daughter's head in a gesture of affection. Hayden obliged, and Emilia worked her way through the rest of the fantasy sequence wearingMisc Fiction

LiteratureWestfield Road Cemetery: A Tale of RabbitsIt was Tansy's idea to leave the little warren at the edge of the farmland, but she could not have done anything about it without Willow's help. She it was who had recruited most of their followers, and who thought of crossing the fields to the iron road. 'Banks,' she said, by way of explanation. 'Sooner or later, those things all end up in a valley.' 'But they're so fast!' said Tansy. 'Any rabbit stepping in front of one wouldn't stand a chance.' Willow was dismissive. 'Let's hope none of them are stupid enough to step in front of one, then. If you leave them alone, they don't take any notice; they just go whizzing past you. They're like hrududil, in that respect.' She was right, as usual, and it didn't take long for the rabbits to get used to the tremendous noise and stop going tharn, although that had been better than bolting for non-existent holes. At least none of them was stupid enough or unlucky enough to bolt in front of a train. The question was where along theChildren's Literature

LiteratureSong of the MapinguariYou talk of me and shake with fear, For I am monstrous – so you say, My dread approach you cannot hear, So I may be there, night or day, To hunt and find and catch and eat Your cattle (well, they are a treat), With second mouth on underside (Or so some storyteller cried) And arms so long they reach the sky And claws as long as you are wide And just one eye. You tell how, like a bear, I rear And, like a wolf, I howl and bay, My putrid smell when I am near, My claws that slice, and rip, and flay... Well yes, they do – I do eat meat, I am not made to live on wheat, But you forget, I've never eyed A human being's silverside, And wouAutobiography

LiteratureChildren's Literature, Morality + Changing IdealsIntroduction With the invention of the printing press in the fifteenth century, and its gradual integration into society, people at last had access to literature. It was William Caxton who first saw the opportunity to make money by printing and selling those stories and fables hitherto told by word of mouth. At this time, literature did not have age-specific target audiences. Inevitably, some stories appealed to children more than others. Robin Hood was especially popular, while Aesop's fables offered entertainment and life lessons to adults and children alike. It is, of course, impossible to say exactly when and how literature was idenMisc Non-Fiction

LiteratureThe Lighthouse ChildCome hither, come hie, O sailor-men! Toward this beacon, shining bright, And steer thy vessel safely, then. Proud Mother sings to little Gwen While Father goes to light the light. Come hither, come hie, O sailor-men! Says weary Mother, 'Play, my hen, 'Here's wood, here's string – now, out of sight! 'And steer thy vessel safely, then.' Young Gwen returns with thoughts of when The sirens taught her songs of blight: Come hither, come hie, O sailor-men! This lonely daughter has a yen. 'Come Father, Mother! Hug me tight, 'And steer thy vessel safely, then.' Now, self-made orphan girl of ten Sings from the rocks each unlit night, Come hither, come hie, O sailor-men! And steer thy vessel safely, then.Fixed Form

LiteratureThe Girl Inside the MirrorI kiss Aunty on the cheek as I go upstairs to bed, Read a chapter of my book, then lay down my sleepy head, Say goodnight to my reflection, for in every place I've stayed The girl inside the mirror is a game I've always played. I'm glad I'll stay all summer long – I love my Aunty so! We have such fun and do such things, wherever we may go. They tire me out, the things we do, but really I'm all right, Though the girl inside the mirror doesn't look like me tonight. Her eyes are getting wilder and her face is getting hot And her clothes are getting crumpled and her hair is in a knot. How sorely and how desperately she looks into my room,Free Rhythm and Rhyme

LiteratureClerihew: Jurassic Park's T-RexRexy May not be sexy But she is by far The best Hollywood star.Clerihews

LiteratureCottontail's MarriageCottontail had gone to live halfway up Bull Banks Hill, near the wood at the top and Mr Tod's house. A knocking at Cottontail's door, She's heard it before. Tap tappit! Tap tappit! The sunshine warm and slanting on the hill pastures, Cottontail was sitting with half-grown little rabbits, four or five, playing about her. The tracks of Tommy Brock and Mr Tod (two disagreeable people) were plainly to be seen. Tap tappit! Tap tappit! She peeps out... there's nobody there, But a present of carrots Put down on the stair. Four or five half-grown little rabbits. One black. All the rest brown. Tap tap tappit! Tap tappit! Why–I really believe it's a little black rabbit! The neighbours could not bear him. Asked whether her husband was at home, Cottontail replied that the sunshine was still warm. They lived too near the rocks to quarrel with their neighbours. 'He was at home. I saw his black ears peeping out of the hole,' and their whiskers bristled. Tap tap tappit! Tap tappit! AFree Verse

LiteratureBreaking InA small, domestic bathroom. TIM, a young and unimposing man, is unconscious on the floor, leaning against the bath, hands and wrists tied, a bloody wound on his forehead. He starts to wake up, looks around, and then realises his predicament. TIM Hey! (Pause.) HEEEEEEEY! The door opens. KAREN, a young woman, enters. She has a necklace in her hand, which she clutches throughout the scene. She looks at TIM, aggressive and defiant. KAREN Yes? TIM You shouldn’t have done that. It was really dangerous. KAREN I’ve called the police. TIM I thoScripts

ChatGPT Draws the Little Women's Children Fan Art

LiteratureBlackadder 5 EP1: Wooing WallisEdmund Blackadder sat at his desk, surrounded by paperwork, a portrait of Captain Blackadder in military uniform hanging on the wall behind him. His black suit was loose-fitting, with a double-breasted jacket; his hair was short, and parted far over on one side. 'Baldrick,' he said, 'have you got that list of proposed dates for the coronation?' Baldrick was sitting across the room at a much smaller desk, which held only a small jotter and a broken pencil. His side-parted hair was untidy and his loose-fitting suit dirty, with four of the six buttons missing from the jacket. 'I didn't bother with a list in the end, Mr Blackadder,' he said. 'I thought we could have the ceremony tomorrow.' Blackadder, looking at Baldrick across the room, echoed with cool contempt, 'Tomorrow.' 'That's right,' said Baldrick. 'You want me,' said Blackadder, 'to organise the coronation of our new king; to book Westminster Abbey and the Archbishop of Canterbury, who I am led to believe is a very busy man;Historical Fiction

LiteratureSurvivor's GuiltSome terrible things happen in this world, and I'm one of them. No, I don't mean that. I mean I represent one of them. I began to learn this one night after a check-up at the doctor's. When I woke up to turn over and take a sip of water, the ghost of a little girl my own age, about three or four, was standing in the corner of my bedroom. That was all she did at first: stand and stare. I slept fitfully after that, and on the many occasions when I woke in the night, I heard her voice, a child's whine: 'It's mine.' I told my parents about it in the morning and, predictably, they put it down to a bad dream. I knew better, but as almost everyone knows, you can't tell that to parents. I saw her often after that, not just when I was alone, but no one else did. 'There she is!' I said one night, perhaps a year or so later, when my mother was reading me a bedtime story. She looked where I was pointing, then at me, the lines coming into her brow. I knew those lines well. She and Dad oftenParanormal and Fantasy

Harry and Me

LiteratureVictory Keep: Chapter 18‘Children,’ said Lady Malcolm, standing tall and straight and immovable as ever. ‘I bring you tragic news. The King is dead.’ Victoria was not surprised, as they had all known the King was ill, but still she felt sad - much sadder than she ever would have imagined. She went to the window and looked out, wanting to cry, and wondering why the tears would not come. Arthur was equally quiet, and sat looking at his hands, wondering what would happen next but not quite daring to ask. Katrina was the only one to speak. ‘You beast!’ she cried, crossing the room and lashing out at Lady Malcolm with her fists.Victory Keep

LiteratureClerihew: The Big Bad WolfThe Wolf (called 'Big Bad') Is hopping mad Since his eating (as an animal must) Has become a symbol of animal lust.Fairytales

LiteratureInitiation Ceremony'Pantheism?' He was sitting on her bed, watching her as she glided around the room, moving and looking very much like Morticia Addams. 'Yes.' She lit the last candle, and then blew out the match. 'It's the belief that God and nature are the same. God is not a being as such, but is in everything.' 'You're making it up,' he said. She shot him a dirty look. 'In the Gardnerian denomination – that's generally what I like to call myself, a Gardnerian – we call the pantheistic deity "Dryghten". It's an old English word for lord.' He smirked. 'Stop it.' 'Look, are you gFlash Fiction Month 2010

LiteratureGuide DogHe knew how life worked. He looked after the human he called Friend, and she looked after him. They gave each other love. She gave him food, warmth and shelter. He gave her whichever sense was missing. He was not sure which it was. Probably smell, he'd thought at first. It seemed she couldn't smell a damn thing. Then he had come to realise that no human could smell anything that wasn't incredibly obvious, and they couldn't hear much either. They must have had a strong sense of taste, though. Humans were far too fussy about their food. Whenever Friend went out, he went with her and showed her where to walk. Humans swarmed all overFlash Fiction Month 2011

LiteratureDragons and Merfolk'The new King is young, impetuous and malleable,' said Guyarth, reclining in a cave rock pool. 'I shall persuade him to wage war on the dragons. The lands will burn and the seas will boil. All will perish!' 'But you merfolk can't fight us.' The dragon was sitting on a clutch of eggs and cleaning her wings. 'Would your King agree to a war he cannot win?' 'Perhaps, Inferna.' --- The merchild wept as, miles away, her mother was led to her death. For comfort, the King had left her Guyarth, showing how little he knew his daughter and his minister. 'Try to see that your father mFlash Fiction Month 2012

LiteratureToy AuctionMother, Father and three children lived blissfully together, with everything they could desire, for seventy years. Then one day they were boxed, moved and sold. ‘So,’ said Father. ‘It’s happened. We are collectables.’ ‘We’re better off than those poor souls,’ said Mother, seeing a family who had never made it out of their original packaging.Flash Fiction Month 2013

LiteratureThe Unsaleable SnakeThe pet shop on the corner was always advertising for a 'Saturday girl', which was discrimination really, but it didn't matter because no one ever wanted the job. In fact when I went in to apply, summoned by the need to fund my art box, Miss Ball didn't care that I was a boy. I'm not sure she even noticed. 'Lovely to see you, dear,' she said, on my first day. 'We're open till five thirty, which means going home in the dark this time of year.' 'That's fine,' I said. 'I only live across the road.' 'How wonderful. I have to take the train all the way to the north terminus to get home. Of course, it's a full moon next weekend. You mustFlash Fiction Month 2015

LiteratureModelling ChristLudovico tugged at the loincloth until he was quite sure nothing was showing. Then he flung open the door and strode confidently through. The modesty was not for his sake. 'On the couch?' he said. 'Yes,' said Sofonisba, unable to look at him because she was making sure her charcoals were parallel. 'Please.' He padded over to the couch, and draped himself majestically there. Sofonisba flicked imaginary dust from her paper. 'Miss Anguissola,' said Ludovico. 'You're the artist, and I don't mean to speak out of turn, but... isn't it customary to look at your model?' 'Yes... of course.' She looked, and for a moment was transfixed. LudoFlash Fiction Month 2016

ThornyEnglishRose - Hobbyist, Writer | DeviantArt (original) (raw)

Gallery

Hats Off by ThornyEnglishRose, literature

The Secret Life of Fungi by ThornyEnglishRose, literature

Hilarious by ThornyEnglishRose, literature

Squish by ThornyEnglishRose, literature

They Said Nothing Would Remain by ThornyEnglishRose, literature

The Plight of the Green Squirrels by ThornyEnglishRose, literature

Posthumous Revenge by ThornyEnglishRose, literature

Neapolitan by ThornyEnglishRose, literature

It's a Twin Thing by ThornyEnglishRose, literature

Philosophy Exam by ThornyEnglishRose, literature