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A reflection on life from someone who is more pessimistic than I

Here is the first paragraph of an intro I wrote for a novel (or a novella. Or a short story. Or uncompleted trash).This is from the perspective of the narrator, who is a maid for some aristocratic girl. These two live in a house that seems to run itself (including cooking the food) while the aristocrat falls in love with a boy, makes him live with her, before catching him doing something she doesn’t like and torturing him to either insanity or death. In short, it’s a better (don’t you love my ego?), more gothic version of Taylor Swift’s Blank Space (Got a lot of Starbucks lovers – Oops, ex- lovers).

There. I’ve said it. I write stories based on songs.

Okay, I’ll shut up now, and let you read.

I think we have storms for a reason. I think God, or Whoever is up there, sends them to tell us about how our lives are going. The brooding clouds are our typical, mundane lives, the endless rain is the sadness that comes from broken dreams, and the thunder is the anger we feel about things we can’t change. But then lightning flashes, and we have light, hope and excitement. Until, a split second later, everything goes back to the way it was. Only it’s worse.

I’m so proud of myself: I pasted this into Grammarly and it came up as perfect! No grammatical errors!
Now excuse me while I go get a chocolate biscuit to celebrate and waste 90 minutes of my life watching the best television show ever- Midsomer Murders.

Until next time,

-The Empress


My Latest Obsession

I am not a typical fangirl. Most girls in my year level dream of John Lennon (if you’re reading this, hi!), stalk 1D, lust after Peeta Mellark, and crave Augustus Waters.

However I am not like that.

I love murder mysteries. With a passion. I was the kid thinking of Miss Marple when my English teacher was going on about making predictions as a reading strategy. I was (actually, I still am) the kid who wants to go on the Orient Express in the hope I’ll meet Hercule Poirot.

But Agatha Christie is not my latest vice.

The award for that one goes to a small, fictional county in England. You guessed it: Midsomer Murders has stolen my platonic heart.


DS Ben Jones portrayed by Jason Hughes and DCI Tom Barnaby played by John Nettles in a scene from ‘Secrets and Spies,’ episode 3, series 12.

Whether it is the early episodes with DS Troy and his repulsive ties, or a later one with DCI Barnaby and his dog, I like all the episodes I’ve seen. I just have one tiny problem with it.

The timing.

Where I come from, we are dismissed from school at 3:30 in the afternoon. So of course, the ABC decides that is when they are going to air my favourite tv show. Of course, an episode is aired at 5pm Sundays and 8:30 pm Mondays (although on a different channel, which isn’t good because of the ad breaks), but am I seriously so obsessed that twice a week isn’t enough? That I need to watch it everyday, which I am refraining from doing?

The answer is yes.

Although I wish they would air more episodes with DS Scott. The ABC and Gem only air ones with Nelson, Jones, and Troy, so I can’t really compare them without Scott.

In case you haven’t worked it out, I prefer the Detective Sergeants to the two Barnabys. I don’t know why either.

But now, I am off to check the online tv guide to see if a Midsomer Murders (or any other English murder mystery. Nobody does it like the Brits) episode is airing at some point.

I doubt this will be the last you’ll hear of me and Midsomer Murders. Watch this space.