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A Daisy for Hannah Jane: Chapter IX

A Daisy for Hannah Jane: Chapter IX

February 8, 2018

A Daisy for Hannah Jane Chapter IX My face was blotchy and my eyes were red, stains from my uncountable tears painting themselves over my hot cheeks. Of co...

A Daisy for Hannah Jane Chapter VIII

A Daisy for Hannah Jane Chapter VIII

February 1, 2018

A Daisy for Hannah Jane Chapter VIII   Harriet’s testimony left me deterred. I was undone. I caused Harriet, my beloved maid – my second mother, so to speak ...

A Daisy for Hannah Jane : Chapter VII

A Daisy for Hannah Jane : Chapter VII

January 18, 2018

A Daisy for Hannah Jane Chapter VII Jamison gradually became more comfortable around me. I was a much happier Hannah Jane. Healthier, too. He decided to ...

3 new chapters published of A Daisy for Hannah Jane

3 new chapters published of A Daisy for Hannah Jane

January 11, 2018

https://www.lancerspiritonline.com/16522/creative/a-daisy-for-hannah-jane/

A Daisy for Hannah Jane: Chapter VI

Rachel St. Louis, Executive College & Career / Creative Writing

January 11, 2018

A Daisy for Hannah Jane Chapter VI A ring. An old, dusty, all-around beautiful ring had waited for me under a scrap of cloth inside that special drawer. Not even a note from Raymie; I supposed he knew I would find it there if he never got the chance to beat me to it. It had a tiny cluster of dazzling sapphires on each side of the circular diamond, all sitting atop th...

A Daisy for Hannah Jane: Chapter V

Rachel St. Louis, Executive College & Career / Creative Writing

January 11, 2018

A Daisy for Hannah Jane Chapter V The postman bore me fresh news. I thanked him and snatched the envelope greedily, but smiling all the way. The letter was finally here. The postman grinned back at me before tipping his hat and moving on. Shutting the old wooden door, I flopped onto the settee and ripped the envelope open. It had been sent from a post office, which I found a lit...

A Daisy for Hannah Jane: Chapter IV

Rachel St. Louis, Executive College & Career / Creative Writing

January 11, 2018

A Daisy for Hannah Jane Chapter IV I knelt beside my bed, hands folded, knuckles turning white. We hadn’t expected “Charlie” Jamison Jr. to vanish completely, and the search party had promised to alert me after I’d vowed to pray alone instead of helping. Now I found it a stupid decision. But I wondered where Jamison went for the last five hours. I wondered abou...

A Daisy for Hannah Jane

A Daisy for Hannah Jane

January 11, 2018

Click below to read each chapter. Part I Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III  Chapter IV Chapter V Chapter VI Chapter VII Chapter VIII Chapter IX Chapter X Chapter X...

A Daisy for Hannah Jane: Chapter III

Rachel St. Louis, Executive College & Career / Creative Writing

December 21, 2017

A Daisy for Hannah Jane Chapter III His crude scrawl was fresh on the parchment. Letting go of every feeling within me, I cast my hungry eyes on the page. Hannah Jane, This is the first time I’ve had to sit down and write you. I haven’t gotten a single word from you yet, but have faith. The mail system is slow. Have I ever told you how much I care for you? Y...

Sometimes

Sometimes

December 19, 2017

Sometimes moms and dads no longer love Sometimes you're all alone with no one to say it'll be okay Sometimes your siblings ask why mommy and dadd...

A Daisy for Hannah Jane: Chapter II

Rachel St. Louis, Executive College & Career / Creative Writing

December 14, 2017

A Daisy for Hannah Jane Chapter II Somehow, I found myself grinning. My grandmother, who just happened to be the awful Mrs. Chauldings, had come visiting again yesterday. It had already been a week since I cast her out, but she was more persistent than a wild cat watching a field mouse. And all I could do was squeak, because nothing I said came to her ears as actual dialogue...

A Daisy for Hannah Jane: Chapter I

Rachel St. Louis, Executive College & Career / Creative Writing

December 7, 2017

A Daisy for Hannah Jane PART I Chapter I Once I held the cup to my parched lips, everything came crashing down on me all over again, blurred together from fatigue, nostalgia, and possibly grief. It was the way he’d looked at me before being shipped off into the dark world of war, a look I could never describe. The way he’d tipped his hat to me as if he really would...

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