The Highclere Fan Awards
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gourami-kissing-fish The Other Kind of My Girl -
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shana-rosee Haze Of Fandom
“Who has a critique for Sybil? Corey?”
Corey looked up. “I thought it was good,” he confirmed. “Really good, actually. I liked the song…”
“Anyone?” Alice scoured the room. All students were staring at the panel of instructors with blank stares painted across their faces. They said…
Because I saw this and couldn’t resist.
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It was nothing more than a cold, Doctor Clarkson had assured her, and his tone had begun to get a bit strained by his last (and fifth) visit. Even Carson has tried to (subtly, of course) convince her to come downstairs.
But Mary doesn’t want to leave…
Title: Falling Slowly
Chapters: 1 - 2
Characters: Sybil Crawley/Tom Branson
Summary: Modern AU. On a whirlwind trip to Ireland, Sybil Crawley has a list of sights to see that she hopes will help mend her broken heart. Only what she doesn’t expect is the company of a certain cocky musician by the name of Tom Branson. Together, they discover that it really isn’t the destination that matters, but the journey…Sybil woke up the next morning with a pounding headache and a text from Tom to meet him at the Bran Pub. At first her heart flurried at the sight of the name until she realised that it belonged to Tom Branson.
Their love was a fragile infant seedling, planted in the midst of the garden of receding chaos. It hadn’t been expected, but later they thought perhaps it had fallen from the sky and nestled itself under brown, soft earth and trampled autumn leaves, waiting until it was brave enough to bear itself to the weak spring light. Yet she stamped it firmly down one afternoon with a black boot and horse’s hooves before the innocent, well-meaning shoot ever had a chance to emerge. A yellow carnation.
This is it, the last chapter. The end.
Thank you to all who’ve read this, my first story. It means a lot to me.
Let me know what you think!!
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I’m so sorry for the delay in an update, I really am! Here’s a bit of something to tide you over. :]]
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MyMadness shared with the Highclere Awards about her life as a writer. Read on to meet MyMadness the author!
He looked at her but she wouldn’t meet his gaze. She stood in awe of her surroundings, patiently waiting for something that felt like it was never going to come. Tom knew this was a deeply personal moment. Patiently waiting forever. Loyal until the end of time, even if the goal is never reached. Tom felt a connection to her.
