Young Adult
A Prince and his Pauper - Epilogue. Content Warning.
The movie dropped in late spring here in Australia, which meant it was coming into winter for the northern-hemisphere countries – which were considered to be the main market, apparently – and for a while there, it felt like the whole world was watching us. Or more specifically, watching Charlie.
By Mark 'Ponyboy' Petersabout 9 hours ago in Fiction
A Prince and his Pauper 7. Content Warning.
When Charlie stepped off the train that Friday evening – alone, as his father was staying in Sydney for business – I almost didn’t recognise him as he walked towards me, carrying his bag. He looked different, older somehow, especially with his hair specially styled for the role, his posture straighter. He looked, sharp, which was evident by the heads turning in his direction.
By Mark 'Ponyboy' Petersabout 9 hours ago in Fiction
A Prince and his Pauper 6. Content Warning.
After that first performance, everything changed, everything just blew up around us. That first Friday night show was sold out, of course – as every opening night always seems to do – but there were seats available for the remaining five shows. The first of these was to be the following night, Saturday, then the following Friday and Saturday, then the Friday and Saturday after that. Six shows in all.
By Mark 'Ponyboy' Petersabout 9 hours ago in Fiction
A Prince and his Pauper 4. Content Warning.
‘Brayden! Your mum is leaving,’ we heard a short while later, just as Charlie had finished changing out of his school clothes, so we both thundered down the stairs and outside to where the two women were still talking.
By Mark 'Ponyboy' Petersa day ago in Fiction
A Prince and his Pauper 3. Content Warning.
There was a new poster on the drama room noticeboard when we arrived for our next class on Wednesday of the following week. It was a picture of a young Prince; handsome, a crown perched up on his unruly blond locks, blue eyes and giving the impression of an almost haughty character.
By Mark 'Ponyboy' Petersa day ago in Fiction
A Prince and his Pauper 2. Content Warning.
When Charlie and I spoke on the Sunday night we had arranged to meet at his place and walk to school together the next morning. When I rang their front doorbell that morning the heavy wooden door was answered by a woman who looked nothing like the grandmother I had expected to see. The woman looking out at me didn’t even look old enough to be a grandmother. She had straight grey hair, but she looked more like an office worker; smartly dressed and with a neat hairdo.
By Mark 'Ponyboy' Petersa day ago in Fiction
A Prince and his Pauper. Content Warning.
All eyes were on the beautiful, yet haughty, young Prince as he walked from the Great Hall of the ancient Castle of Geronia, in a scene accompanied by a trumpeted fanfare, while following in the footsteps of his father, the King. As light from the lanterns that lined the walls flickered and danced, their procession passed by their ever-faithful subjects, who bowed in reverence to their leader and his heir, with not another sound being uttered.
By Mark 'Ponyboy' Petersa day ago in Fiction
The Story Beneath The Story
People call me Bigfoot and other names and say that I smell horribly. They are afraid of me because I’m not human and have fur. I live where few people do, and the scent I give off is from my rich diet. We live in the wilderness, hiding from humans, and smell like the earth and trees. We rub the raw elk onto our fur and sometimes have nests with carcasses and excrement. Humans don’t find traces of our bodies because, when near death, our fur sheds and eagles take it away. We only die in the spring when wolf and bear cubs are emerging, and our bodies feed their young, while their parents consume our bones. There aren’t many of us left. We think humans stink, and we know when they are near. Human females smell better than males, but sometimes their acrid odor makes me sneeze; it seems to happen once every moon.
By Andrea Corwin 3 days ago in Fiction
