Your Own Heroine - A Short Story
Hello, everyone! I hope all our dear readers are having a blessed 2026 so far. Here is a short story I wrote for a Creative Writing course a few years ago. Enjoy! - Grace Bertram The year is 1851. On the verge of starvation, she traipsed the moors. Breathing - barely; loving - sorely. “Mr. Rochester…” The sky rumbled, the air closed in around her. Her luggage left in the carriage, she stumbled in desperation, her cloak a blanket of loneliness. Why proceed? Who could help her? No relatives, no friends… Charlotte drew her knees to her chin, wrapped her shawl close and pressed the pages, squeezing Jane’s hand. The evening sun sieved through the curtains, draped like a hidden mist shrouding her hibernation. “ Miss Bronte, it’s four o’ clock.” Rod tapped the sill. “Miss Eyre still a governess?” “ No, she’s fled Thornfield, you should read the book yourself and Rod - ” She gave him that sisterly look. “Why aren’t you helping Phil?” “ He’s on the till. ...