Do You Speak English?
Okay, this is the second time that I'm joining a contest. The first one was about Why I Like it Longer contest to win a brand new LG BL40 aka Chocolate Love phone. I didn't win but it was a good try.
So, now.....
I'm joining this guy's contest who goes by the name Jo Qusary.
What I have to do is to type a story that begins with .....
"I had a strange dream last night.
When I woke up this morning, I found. . . . . . . "
And, I also have to follow his blog and tag 3 people.
No problem. So, here goes nothing.
I had a strange dream last night.
When I woke up this morning, I found that I was not in my bed. In fact, I was not in my room. I was in a dungeon or something. There, I saw a woman with wavy dark brown hair kneeling in front of a statue. She looked like she was praying. After she prayed, she turned around and said, "I'm so sorry, Anna. Did I wake you up?"
What? Did she just called me Anna? Who was this woman? Then, the door opened and a man in black robe entered. From the way he dressed, i could tell that he was a priest. He moved closer towards the woman and sat with her. "You sent for me, my Lady?" he asked. "Yes, father. I would like to make a confession," she replied.
"What is it that you want to confess, my Lady?" he asked.
She went on, "I would like to confess my innocence against all the allegations made against me. I've never committed all those deeds. As for my brother, and those others who are unjustly condemned, I would willingly have suffered many deaths to deliver them. But, since I see it pleases the king, I will willingly accompany them in death, with this assurance: that I shall lead an endless life with them in peace."
I could see that the man's eyes widened when she said that. That line seemed familiar to me. It was like it was spoken in a TV show of some sort. About a kingdom in England. The Tudors right? Then, it dawned to me, that woman was Anne Boleyn!!! And the priest was Thomas Cranmer!
Then, she grabbed his robe. "Please, father. Is it possible for me to be spared?" she asked. Her voice cracked as if she was crying. Thomas Cranmer just looked at her, speechless.
I could not make out what he said next. What I know was that her sobs became softer. He went up to me and told me to take a good care of Anne. He left after that. A few moments later, the door opened again. This time, three women wearing the same outfit entered. One of them, the oldest one went to Anne Boleyn and said to her softly, "My Lady, we've brought some breakfast for you."
"It's okay, Mary. I'm not hungry," she said. She turned away from the plate of food before her. Mary and the other ladies-in-waiting just stood there solemnly. I moved towards the window and saw that the execution scaffold was being cleaned. Blood was all over the scaffold.
Then, Mary called my name. She told me to get some clothes for the Queen, which was weird. There were three of them and neither of them brought clothes for her. Not wanting to anger anybody, I got out of the dungeon and went to get some clothes.
I was walking down the hall way and saw a young girl in rich clothing. She looked my age, around 20s or maybe younger. She looked at me and I could feel that she hated me. The way she looked at me so condescendingly irked me. I could have sworn that I was about to punch her but I did not. She was a princess. Princess Mary to be exact and I was only one of her step mother's ladies-in-waiting.
I was about to leave when she asked me, "Is she dead yet?"
I turned back and looked at her. She had an impatient look on her face.
"That harlot you serve. Is she dead yet?" she asked again.
I would love to give her a sarcastic reply but I would not want to risk getting my head chopped off.
"No, my Lady. Not yet, at least," I replied.
Princess Mary frowned and stormed off.
Once I got the clothes for the Queen, I made my way back to the dungeon. On my way there, I bumped into someone and the clothes fell. I picked them up.
"Forgive me," I looked up and saw a guy, a cute guy looking at me with a worried look on his face.
"It's alright," I replied. I told him that I was in a hurry and left him. I smiled to myself along the way. He seemed pretty cute and nice. I would love to stay and talk to him but the Queen was waiting.
We helped her get ready. Get ready for her death. I could feel my hands trembled as I helped her dress and did her hair. I looked at her and she seem calm. Very calm. It amazed me that she remained calm knowing that she will be beheaded.
She seemed to read my mind and said, "Don't worry, Anna. Master Kingston said that the executioner is very good. It will be one quick blow and it's over."
Later, we escorted her to the scaffold. Mary and the others kept their head down and did not say a word. There was a huge turn up for the execution. It did not bother the Queen a bit. She kept on walking towards the scaffold. She got up the scaffold and faced the crowd. She made her last speech asking the crowd to pay for her and the King. The executioner went to her and kneeled down before her.
"Please forgive me madame for what I must do," he said.
"Gladly," she replied. She took out a small pouch from her robes and gave it to him.
She spoke to the crowd, "Thus I take my leave of the world and you and I heartily desire you all to pray for me."
We helped her took off her robes and earrings. I could hear Mary and the others sobbing. The Queen thanked us. As we moved away from her, I could feel tears rolling down my cheeks. I made my way down the scaffold and joined the crowd.
"I'm just in time," I turned and saw the cute guy that bumped into me earlier. He offered me a handkerchief. I thanked him and wiped my tears.
The Queen kneeled down and prayed. The crowd joined her. I kneeled down out of respect. I saw the Queen kept looking at the executioner as she prayed. Then, the executioner cried," Boy, fetch me my sword!"
I saw the sword. It was in his hand. Of course, I knew that he merely said that to distract the Queen. She looked up. At the same time, the executioner waved his sword towards her and....
SWOOSH!!!!!
That was the end of Anne Boleyn.
Then, I heard someone called my name. My real name: Diyana.
"Are you okay?" I turned and saw my friend, Anis staring at me.
"Come on, this is our stop," she said as she got up from her seat. I followed her.
We got out from the bus and made our way to the Tower of London. There, the Yeoman tour guide showed us around the Tower. He even told us the story of the people who were executed there, including Anne Boleyn. He was right about King Henry's VIII last act of kindness towards Anne Boleyn. Her execution was swift and only took one blow. Well, she feared that her execution will be botched so she pleaded that her execution will be a quick one. King Henry VIII kept his word. Listening to his stories made me flashback about the dream I had last night: the execution of Anne Boleyn. It was a strange dream but a very sad one as well. I hardly knew Anne but I respected her. The way she carried herself at the scaffold, the way she remained so calm throughout the execution until her death, I will never forget that. It made me cry thinking about her.
Suddenly a packet of tissue appeared before me. I looked up and saw him. Yes, the cute guy from my dream! He had the same deep brown eyes and short wavy dark brown hair. I blushed.
"Thanks," I said as I took the tissue from his hand.
"My name is Adam. What's yours?" he asked.
"My name is Diyana."
THE END
So, how's that, Jo?
Props to The Tudors Wiki
Safwan
Ashiwin
Suria
So, now.....
I'm joining this guy's contest who goes by the name Jo Qusary.
What I have to do is to type a story that begins with .....
"I had a strange dream last night.
When I woke up this morning, I found. . . . . . . "
And, I also have to follow his blog and tag 3 people.
No problem. So, here goes nothing.
I had a strange dream last night.
When I woke up this morning, I found that I was not in my bed. In fact, I was not in my room. I was in a dungeon or something. There, I saw a woman with wavy dark brown hair kneeling in front of a statue. She looked like she was praying. After she prayed, she turned around and said, "I'm so sorry, Anna. Did I wake you up?"
What? Did she just called me Anna? Who was this woman? Then, the door opened and a man in black robe entered. From the way he dressed, i could tell that he was a priest. He moved closer towards the woman and sat with her. "You sent for me, my Lady?" he asked. "Yes, father. I would like to make a confession," she replied.
"What is it that you want to confess, my Lady?" he asked.
She went on, "I would like to confess my innocence against all the allegations made against me. I've never committed all those deeds. As for my brother, and those others who are unjustly condemned, I would willingly have suffered many deaths to deliver them. But, since I see it pleases the king, I will willingly accompany them in death, with this assurance: that I shall lead an endless life with them in peace."
I could see that the man's eyes widened when she said that. That line seemed familiar to me. It was like it was spoken in a TV show of some sort. About a kingdom in England. The Tudors right? Then, it dawned to me, that woman was Anne Boleyn!!! And the priest was Thomas Cranmer!
Then, she grabbed his robe. "Please, father. Is it possible for me to be spared?" she asked. Her voice cracked as if she was crying. Thomas Cranmer just looked at her, speechless.
I could not make out what he said next. What I know was that her sobs became softer. He went up to me and told me to take a good care of Anne. He left after that. A few moments later, the door opened again. This time, three women wearing the same outfit entered. One of them, the oldest one went to Anne Boleyn and said to her softly, "My Lady, we've brought some breakfast for you."
"It's okay, Mary. I'm not hungry," she said. She turned away from the plate of food before her. Mary and the other ladies-in-waiting just stood there solemnly. I moved towards the window and saw that the execution scaffold was being cleaned. Blood was all over the scaffold.
Then, Mary called my name. She told me to get some clothes for the Queen, which was weird. There were three of them and neither of them brought clothes for her. Not wanting to anger anybody, I got out of the dungeon and went to get some clothes.
I was walking down the hall way and saw a young girl in rich clothing. She looked my age, around 20s or maybe younger. She looked at me and I could feel that she hated me. The way she looked at me so condescendingly irked me. I could have sworn that I was about to punch her but I did not. She was a princess. Princess Mary to be exact and I was only one of her step mother's ladies-in-waiting.
I was about to leave when she asked me, "Is she dead yet?"
I turned back and looked at her. She had an impatient look on her face.
"That harlot you serve. Is she dead yet?" she asked again.
I would love to give her a sarcastic reply but I would not want to risk getting my head chopped off.
"No, my Lady. Not yet, at least," I replied.
Princess Mary frowned and stormed off.
Once I got the clothes for the Queen, I made my way back to the dungeon. On my way there, I bumped into someone and the clothes fell. I picked them up.
"Forgive me," I looked up and saw a guy, a cute guy looking at me with a worried look on his face.
"It's alright," I replied. I told him that I was in a hurry and left him. I smiled to myself along the way. He seemed pretty cute and nice. I would love to stay and talk to him but the Queen was waiting.
We helped her get ready. Get ready for her death. I could feel my hands trembled as I helped her dress and did her hair. I looked at her and she seem calm. Very calm. It amazed me that she remained calm knowing that she will be beheaded.
She seemed to read my mind and said, "Don't worry, Anna. Master Kingston said that the executioner is very good. It will be one quick blow and it's over."
Later, we escorted her to the scaffold. Mary and the others kept their head down and did not say a word. There was a huge turn up for the execution. It did not bother the Queen a bit. She kept on walking towards the scaffold. She got up the scaffold and faced the crowd. She made her last speech asking the crowd to pay for her and the King. The executioner went to her and kneeled down before her.
"Please forgive me madame for what I must do," he said.
"Gladly," she replied. She took out a small pouch from her robes and gave it to him.
She spoke to the crowd, "Thus I take my leave of the world and you and I heartily desire you all to pray for me."
We helped her took off her robes and earrings. I could hear Mary and the others sobbing. The Queen thanked us. As we moved away from her, I could feel tears rolling down my cheeks. I made my way down the scaffold and joined the crowd.
"I'm just in time," I turned and saw the cute guy that bumped into me earlier. He offered me a handkerchief. I thanked him and wiped my tears.
The Queen kneeled down and prayed. The crowd joined her. I kneeled down out of respect. I saw the Queen kept looking at the executioner as she prayed. Then, the executioner cried," Boy, fetch me my sword!"
I saw the sword. It was in his hand. Of course, I knew that he merely said that to distract the Queen. She looked up. At the same time, the executioner waved his sword towards her and....
SWOOSH!!!!!
That was the end of Anne Boleyn.
Then, I heard someone called my name. My real name: Diyana.
"Are you okay?" I turned and saw my friend, Anis staring at me.
"Come on, this is our stop," she said as she got up from her seat. I followed her.
We got out from the bus and made our way to the Tower of London. There, the Yeoman tour guide showed us around the Tower. He even told us the story of the people who were executed there, including Anne Boleyn. He was right about King Henry's VIII last act of kindness towards Anne Boleyn. Her execution was swift and only took one blow. Well, she feared that her execution will be botched so she pleaded that her execution will be a quick one. King Henry VIII kept his word. Listening to his stories made me flashback about the dream I had last night: the execution of Anne Boleyn. It was a strange dream but a very sad one as well. I hardly knew Anne but I respected her. The way she carried herself at the scaffold, the way she remained so calm throughout the execution until her death, I will never forget that. It made me cry thinking about her.
Suddenly a packet of tissue appeared before me. I looked up and saw him. Yes, the cute guy from my dream! He had the same deep brown eyes and short wavy dark brown hair. I blushed.
"Thanks," I said as I took the tissue from his hand.
"My name is Adam. What's yours?" he asked.
"My name is Diyana."
THE END
So, how's that, Jo?
Props to The Tudors Wiki
Safwan
Ashiwin
Suria