http://slow.writerscafe.org/MaidMarian The original writings of author MaidMarian en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776087556 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 After the suicides of her sister and brother, Crystal, a young mother of three struggles to live through the aftermath of that alongside spousal abuse. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaidMarian/1370503/ Descriptive paragraph on alpine ski racing. In spirit of the olympics http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaidMarian/1321885/ Short story on what its like to be the victim of bullying http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaidMarian/1321579/ Alas, I am bored. Everything is ready for the arrival of the princess and now we wait in a haze of anticipation. Everyone has something to do but me. I wait day after day with the queen. And she is not good company. She is grumpy and snaps at the servants. The king was in better spirits after the jo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaidMarian/1305692/ I start my training the morning after my meeting with Sir Greenwood. At dawn I feel a strong hand on my shoulder. I open my eyes and look up to the kind eyes of Sir Greenwood himself. I jump to my feet and lower my eyes then I look up at his face and blush about sill being in my night shift. ".. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaidMarian/1142441/  Life is all I imagined and hoped it could be. I dance, I sing, I play cards, I help Queen Mary. I am in love with the life of a courtier. I am in love with the jewels, the dresses and the attention. But the most importantly: I am in love with the prince, William... Just thinking his name.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaidMarian/1142440/ I stand,awkwardly and stiffly in the thickly carpeted study of Sir Greenwood. Hundredsof books, chained to their shelves, stand in orderly fashion with not a speckof dust on their smooth leather covers. Beautifully illustrated maps of the coastand the surrounding countries are pinned.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaidMarian/1136214/  The daysafter my father’s death pass in a blur. We do not have enough money to give hima proper burial or head stone. We take his body outside the city on a cart andbury him in a field beside a stream where I played as a girl. I go into thewoods and make him a simple cross .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaidMarian/1135130/ Our smalltravelling party reaches the castle just as the black sky of the night isstretching like a great expanse of velvet over our heads. Up ahead, the gate ofthe king’s summer castle is heavily guarded. Excitement rises in my stomach asI gaze up at the many turrets beyond the wall.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaidMarian/1135055/ My chamber is in chaos. There are clothes strewn about and chests are thrown open with their contents spilling over. In the air there is a buzz of excitement. I am to go to court where I will be Lady in waiting to my cousin, the newly crowned queen. I have never met her before but she has sent for m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaidMarian/1133324/       I run through the crowds of people. Sweat pours down my faceand my back is wet. The spring sun suddenly feels like its scalding my headthrough my raven colored hair. I run even faster and take a quick glance behindme. The guards are slowly losing ground on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaidMarian/1133323/ The story of two young women struggling to survive in a notorious english court in the middle ages. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MaidMarian/1133125/