She shaved her head, put on her red bonnet, the shotgun on her shoulder, and the most important thing, the cockade in the colors of France on her chest. She had the French Revolution colours in her heart, but the fact that she was a woman, was a problem to fight for her rights and for a change in her country.
My name is Herbert Jones and I’m the king’s jockey. King George V that is. And I want to tell you about how I played a small part in history. An important history for women in this land.
Hello dear reader friend. If you're reading this, it's because you're intrigued to know how Sherlock Holmes confronted Jack the Ripper, right? Well, I hope you are prepared, for what you are about to hear, told by me, Holmes's faithful assistant, Dr. Watson.
This happened some weeks ago: a strange man wanted me to cut his ear. I was on my examination room of Arles (France) that morning of the 23rd of December of 1888, like every day, when, suddenly, a man called Vincent Van Gogh appeared running into the nursing. He seemed very stressed, but sure about his words.
I was enjoying the trip on the Titanic with my father. It was a huge, luxurious ship in which we were going to New York, in America.
Dear Lea, At last, the expected day has reached! We are leaving the port in five minutes, and as you know I’m very excited. In no more than 3 days I will meet my family which I haven’t seen them for 6 years.
I was 14 years old when my story completely changed. I have been waiting for this moment since that day. Now I’m 42 years old, and I’m in Fürhenbunker, holding a gun, and my next victim is going to be the very Hitler. But first, I’ll tell you my story.
Beep beep beep... I wake up like every day at 6:00 a.m.. It is Monday, so I must go to work. I prepare myself for a hard day at work. I have a cold shower, I put on my best suit and I have a coffee. Yesterday, I arranged to meet with the CHANDLER Company at 10.00 a.m.
My maid was knocking on the door. I was going to be late to the party and my brother was getting upset. My name is Josephine Swan and I am 22 years old . I live with my brother in a very big house in Long Island.
It was Monday, and as every Monday I was helping my mother in the marketplace. I only lived with my mom Arantza because my dad was fighting in the civil war. All the nights I thought about him and I was waiting hopefully the day that I would see him again and we would be all together.
