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The Strange Market
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-=-ENGLAND 1910 COUNTRYSIDE-=-
Anna Milton was a rather reserved woman, and had rather good tastes in fashion. She never lost her temper, and was never cross.
She knew how to behave when it came to Events of higher class.
Whilst on her daily stroll she came across a small market that stretched down what appeared to be an alley-way. In Fact it seemed that only yesterday the alley was empty. She decides to brush it off and continue on her stroll to continue her shopping.
After she visits the needed stores she comes across the alley again.
It still had all the shops, and a sweet aroma was coming from what appeared to be a bake stand set up down towards the back of the alley. She thinks to herself for a moment, before she starts toward the bake stand. She passes many other stands all with what seems to be exotic fruits and food. It takes her what seems like hours to reach the bake stand, as all of her senses were being bombarded by noise and smells from the strange foods. She looks at the wide variety of sweets and pastries laid out on platters and glass stands.
While a man stands behind the stand beside a metal box with small bells and whistles that had sweet smells emitting from it. Once the man noticed Anna, he turned and stood up in one swift movement.
He had dirty blonde hair that was graying at the top. It was quite untidy and looked very messy. He had a curious look in his eyes.
He always looked almost as if he had seen a ghost. “May i help you?” his voice was soft yet firm at the same time. Anna for
Unknown reasons couldn’t find herself to respond and would find herself staring at a curious pastry in a glass dome off to the side of the table. The man noticed this and reached over and grabbed the display and placed it in front of her. “10 cents.” she looked up at him, then reached into her coin bag and handed the cents to him and grabbed the pastry and walked out of the market. When she returned home, she placed her things away from her shopping.
When she finally sat down with the pastry on a plate she observed it. It was a triangle shape, With red substance in the middle, Coated with powdered sugar. She bit into it and it tasted extremely sweet. She realized that the inside of it must have been some sort of pork. She finished the pastry hastily and declared that the next day she would return to the market and purchase another.
She made dinner and ate that, but nothing else quite felt the same as the sweet treat. And she found herself craving it. But despite these cravings she went to her chamber and fell asleep.
The next day she went about her chores, the pastry still fresh on her mind. Once she finishes her chores, she heads to do her daily stroll and shopping, this time she only gets half done. Before she heads to the strange market. This time the market is much more distinguishable. She had noticed it smelled much more stronger than before. And the shops seemed a much darker tone.
She reached the shop at the end and the pastry had been restocked. She kindly handed the man twenty cents, and she takes two pastries immediately home with her. She ate them this time faster than the last time. And she made herself a smaller meal than
the last. As she had not found interest in much besides the pastries she purchased from the shopkeeper. She went to bed at a earlier hour than previously as she wanted to reach the next day as quickly as possible to purchase more. When she woke up she hardly did any of her chores before she set out for her daily stroll.
She only completed a quarter of her shopping before she hurried her way down to the market almost running to the stand and purchasing twice as much pastries as she had previously.
She hurries home and eats the treats not bothering to make dinner and going to sleep immediately. The next day she would not worry about her chores. she would immediately go to the market, purchase the pastries, and eat them at home. Then go to sleep.
Every day the stands would get stranger and stranger come in with different things than before until eventually only the pastry stand stood there. Every day she came over and over. Never bothing to do what was needed in her house or bother with anything or anyone besides the shopkeeper and the pastries. She returned every day. Every. Single. Day. her house became out of order her life fell apart. She would lose her temper often, Not tolerating other people. Until eventually it consumed her life. All she thought was of the pastries. Didn’t eat or sleep. All she did was speak to the shopkeeper, And purchase the pastries.
Finito
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-=-ENGLAND 1910 COUNTRYSIDE-=-
Anna Milton was a rather reserved woman, and had rather good tastes in fashion. She never lost her temper, and was never cross.
She knew how to behave when it came to Events of higher class.
Whilst on her daily stroll she came across a small market that stretched down what appeared to be an alley-way. In Fact it seemed that only yesterday the alley was empty. She decides to brush it off and continue on her stroll to continue her shopping.
After she visits the needed stores she comes across the alley again.
It still had all the shops, and a sweet aroma was coming from what appeared to be a bake stand set up down towards the back of the alley. She thinks to herself for a moment, before she starts toward the bake stand. She passes many other stands all with what seems to be exotic fruits and food. It takes her what seems like hours to reach the bake stand, as all of her senses were being bombarded by noise and smells from the strange foods. She looks at the wide variety of sweets and pastries laid out on platters and glass stands.
While a man stands behind the stand beside a metal box with small bells and whistles that had sweet smells emitting from it. Once the man noticed Anna, he turned and stood up in one swift movement.
He had dirty blonde hair that was graying at the top. It was quite untidy and looked very messy. He had a curious look in his eyes.
He always looked almost as if he had seen a ghost. “May i help you?” his voice was soft yet firm at the same time. Anna for
Unknown reasons couldn’t find herself to respond and would find herself staring at a curious pastry in a glass dome off to the side of the table. The man noticed this and reached over and grabbed the display and placed it in front of her. “10 cents.” she looked up at him, then reached into her coin bag and handed the cents to him and grabbed the pastry and walked out of the market. When she returned home, she placed her things away from her shopping.
When she finally sat down with the pastry on a plate she observed it. It was a triangle shape, With red substance in the middle, Coated with powdered sugar. She bit into it and it tasted extremely sweet. She realized that the inside of it must have been some sort of pork. She finished the pastry hastily and declared that the next day she would return to the market and purchase another.
She made dinner and ate that, but nothing else quite felt the same as the sweet treat. And she found herself craving it. But despite these cravings she went to her chamber and fell asleep.
The next day she went about her chores, the pastry still fresh on her mind. Once she finishes her chores, she heads to do her daily stroll and shopping, this time she only gets half done. Before she heads to the strange market. This time the market is much more distinguishable. She had noticed it smelled much more stronger than before. And the shops seemed a much darker tone.
She reached the shop at the end and the pastry had been restocked. She kindly handed the man twenty cents, and she takes two pastries immediately home with her. She ate them this time faster than the last time. And she made herself a smaller meal than
the last. As she had not found interest in much besides the pastries she purchased from the shopkeeper. She went to bed at a earlier hour than previously as she wanted to reach the next day as quickly as possible to purchase more. When she woke up she hardly did any of her chores before she set out for her daily stroll.
She only completed a quarter of her shopping before she hurried her way down to the market almost running to the stand and purchasing twice as much pastries as she had previously.
She hurries home and eats the treats not bothering to make dinner and going to sleep immediately. The next day she would not worry about her chores. she would immediately go to the market, purchase the pastries, and eat them at home. Then go to sleep.
Every day the stands would get stranger and stranger come in with different things than before until eventually only the pastry stand stood there. Every day she came over and over. Never bothing to do what was needed in her house or bother with anything or anyone besides the shopkeeper and the pastries. She returned every day. Every. Single. Day. her house became out of order her life fell apart. She would lose her temper often, Not tolerating other people. Until eventually it consumed her life. All she thought was of the pastries. Didn’t eat or sleep. All she did was speak to the shopkeeper, And purchase the pastries.
Finito
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is that a compliment or- XD
I get it now