Paintings and Sketches by Jessie

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Writings From Jessie's Quill

Going West

       My name is Mary Elizabeth Taylor, after my grandmother. I am 15 years old in Massachusetts. The year is 1879. My family and I are going west to better and more land. Plus my uncle already lives there. My father says that we might come across turnpikes if we go by land.

    “Papa? What are turnpikes?” asks my 6 year old sister. “Turnpikes are roads that people have built. They 

Time and Time Again

 A.N. This story is under revision so bear with me please.

            Elizabeth Darcy steps into her husband’s office.  “Mr. Darcy,” says she, “this day is a beautiful one. The children have prepared a basket with bread and various fruits. We would be delighted if you would be so kind as to join us for a midday picnic.”

            As the recipient of these words looked up from his book and grinned. The grin was not a normal grin. It was one Mr. Darcy reserved for his wife when they were alone, for she was the only woman who was ever 

When You Left Me

   “I didn’t think you would come back and ask me to marry you, once you were gone.” I said.  Will looked very irritated, but nonetheless very handsome, and then he said “I never thought that you could get any prettier.” 

   Back when I was sixteen he had asked me to go out with him. He was a nice guy and he never hurt me