Showing posts with label Charles Dickens. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Charles Dickens. Show all posts

Saturday, 12 January 2013

5 Sentence Fiction Inspire


Another week and another chance for some 5 Sentence Fiction. This week is Inspire and I have been truly inspired by reading all the flash fictions for the Masquerade and by reading Dodger by Terry Pratchett (my first time of reading his work and sure not to be the last). So here is my take on Inspire. If you want to read more flash fiction on Inspire then visit lillie mcferrin . You won't be disappointed. xxx





Victorian Night Walk

The choking, thick smog still hung stagnant as the setting of the sun gave way to night; bringing with it the night people with their shouting,  drinking, light fingers and fights, all looking for a way out of their own personal hell.But all this drowning of sorrows in cheep gin and beer among the grimy alleyways of the capital was just what Charles needed; their desperation for want of a better life or even a meal the next morning fuelled Charles’ desire to explore this seedy part of existence.
His coach halted by the Thames and he stepped out in just shined boots and new cloak with a cane in his gloved hand and he began to stroll in the damp night, wanting to get closer, watching this life unfold around him; their destitution and despair, their only escape the tankard of beer.
It was no place for children,  urchins as they were known, but they scurried about, lapping up the dregs of the tankards with eagerness before a belt around the ear made them duck for cover;  it was all there for Charles to see, the sheer pitiful sight that had to be told.
Inspired by the night’s walk, Charles looked at his notes and a story formed as he began to write with great expectations ‘Oliver’; soon everyone would know exactly what Victorian London was truly like. . .