Jenny Mathers's Writings
The garish, silent taunt drove deeper to calcify Margaret's soul. She was alone with the demon who hurled the truth at her. She had to get away from the constant teasing that possessed her in it's sickening tirade, so she got up awkwardly from under the thatched shelter, and brushed the dirt off her dress. No one would miss her if she walked away...
... Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! - I have as much soul as you, - and full as much heart!”
—Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte
I am an emerging writer who is currently studying creative writing. I was referred to the Red Room by another writer, and I'd like the opportunity of contributing to the intellectual diversity that I've found here.