This all happen to me, but even I think that it is funny!

Henry Rider Haggard, generally known as H. Rider Haggard or Rider Haggard, came from a line of Danish descent and was born at Bradenham, Norfolk, the eighth of ten children, to Sir William Meybohm Rider Haggard, a barrister, and Ella Doveton, an author and poet.[2] He was initially sent to Garsington Rectory in Oxfordshire to study under Reverend H. J. Graham, but unlike his older brothers who graduated from various private schools, he attended Ipswich Grammar School.[3] This was because[4] his father, who perhaps regarded him as somebody who was not going to amount to much,[5] could no longer afford to maintain his expensive private education. After failing his army entrance exam, he was sent to a private crammer in London to prepare for the entrance exam for the British Foreign Office,[3] for which he never sat. During his two years in London he came into contact with people interested in the study of psychical phenomena.[6]

Claude Was Passing In Front Of The Hotel De Ville, And The Clock Was
Striking Two O'clock In The Morning When The Storm Burst Forth. He Had
Been Roaming Forgetfully About The Central Markets, During That
Burning July Night, Like A Loitering Artist Enamoured Of Nocturnal
Paris. Suddenly The Raindrops Came Down, So Large And Thick, That He
Took To His Heels And Rushed, Wildly Bewildered, Along The Quai De La
Greve. But On Reaching The Pont Louis Philippe He Pulled Up, Ragefully
Breathless; He Considered This Fear Of The Rain To Be Idiotic; And So
Amid The Pitch-Like Darkness, Under The Lashing Shower Which Drowned
The Gas-Jets, He Crossed The Bridge Slowly, With His Hands Dangling By
His Side.

A look at my life, through my eyes.

© Story Hall

Social injustice before and after the second world war.

Selena, a successful romance writer has to come to grips with a lie told when she was younger that will change her life. She loses love and finds love but at aprice she didn't foresee.