woke up this morning to a smell in the barn getting ready to spread the word about the revolution i have lost many friend in this great fight i have lost my wife and kids they starved to death now i fight for democracy it all started where we lived because of a machine that stopped our jobs i want changes we are sick of these aristocrats throwing away food while we starve
they try to stop us but we are not scared of the Great Fear we have a meeting later on with some radicals from the north and we are going to talk to them about democracy i fear were im going to sleep tonight but i am not scared cause i know this will help france
Well done James. Excellent perspective.
When I woke up this morning it was just like any other morning. The house was cold, damp, smelled of mould and there was no breakfast, again. As usual I was the first in the family to wake up as the fiery red morning sunlight filled our tiny house. As I sat up, slowly lifting my head off of the floor, I looked over at my little brother I noticed that he had peed in his sleep again. That’s okay though, grandpa says it helps with the bed bugs. I got up off of my little straw bed and went to get the water so I could clean him up. After that I started doing the rest of my regular chores. I fed the animals (including my younger brothers), patched up some clothing, swept the floor, and milked the cows. The day was just like any other day, but tomorrow might be different. Dad says that something called a revolution is going to happen soon. I don’t know much more about it because he didn’t add any detail, but I have the feeling that a lot of things are going to be different tomorrow, not just my little daily routine.
Excellent job Vanessa...I love the small details, that give your writing an authentic feel.
Today was like any other day. I woke up and called for my maid to dress me. I had breakfast in my room and then my tutor arrived. At dinner Father mentioned that some peasants had stormed the Bastille and captured the governor. It seems they are trying to start a revolution. I was worried about what would happen, but my older brothers just laughed at my fears. Father said that the king will stop the revolution before it begins. I was not so sure but he sounded so sure of nothing happening that I kept my fears to myself.
Well done Karis.
I can't believe I saw her. The dreaded queen of France! Marie Antoinette was right in front of me. She was wearing a white dress. Her hair had been cut and she was just sitting in an open wooden cart. People were yelling all around me and were running after the cart. Maybe things will get better now. I mean, it's been nine months since the king was killed on the guillotine. But nothing has happened, nothing has changed. We are still starving, but I have hope, because today she was beheaded at the Place de la Révolution.
Nice detail...crazy to think that people would turn out to witness people be beheaded, but lots did. Well done.
¬¬Today has been most profitable, I had a meeting with the queen, and then I saw some peasants; disgusting little things, the peasants, grovelling at my feet, crowding the streets. I think they should all just be killed. I think they should just find some work somewhere and stop complaining. Yet, alas I have my fortress, my own little castle, my home. The visit with the queen went well; she seemed to be in high spirits, despite the situation on the other side of her walls. I do hope she gets this country together, either by killing the peasants or just giving them some aid so they’ll get off my back and stop begging. I do enjoy having people to admire me though; I must look like some kind of god to them. The food was good, quite good, especially the ham. The wine was exquisite as well. I must be going now there are many things to do…
Note: I think I misread it and thought it was an every day entry, I hope this will do.
This blog response is written from the perspective of a young girl who has grown up in an aristocrat family and is sheltered from the politics of her country.
July 16, 1789
Something extremely strange has happened a few days ago. There is news from Paris that some peasants and bourgeois rioted and stormed Bastile! They overwhelmed it, killed the commander, put his head on a spike and paraded around Paris! I have no idea why they would do such a thing! Something about how they didn’t have enough food or politics. I don’t what they are talking about we always have plenty of food. Anyways, it’s nearly dinner time. I must be off.
Well Written Jena. I love the name and the twisted perspective. Good Job.
Well Written Jena! I love the name and the twisted perspective. Good job.
Write something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview.