Hi! I'm Uldaren Bardaniel, (also known as Colonel Dana) and you might know me from FF.Net just across the way. Not many stories posted here yet, but you'll see some in the future, likely as not. I'm specifically into historical fiction, mostly dealing with the American Civil War, and I've been working and re-editing a story dealing with the days immediately after the war's end and the assassination of Lincoln through the eyes of a family living in Washington, DC. It was originally titled "That Night At Ford's Theatre" but I have decided to change the title to "New Paths". I often do extensive research on my historical writing subjects for as much accuracy as possible, so if you see any discrepancies, I will accept them as my own. Wish me luck!

Here's my character profiles so far for my story:

Peter Turner: minor politician in Washington

Helen “Nellie” Turner: Peter’s wife

Elizabeth “Liza” Turner: daughter of Helen and Peter, around 8 years old. (And, no, she is not based off of Elizabeth Swann from Pirates of the Caribbean! It was the first name that came to mind!)

Keirah Morgansen: Turners’ maid of two years; former slave

John Morgansen: former slave, Keirah’s older brother by 5 years, served in Union Army, wounded at Petersburg, received honorable discharge, lived with Turners for 10 months as of April 1865, serves as their carriage driver and stable assistant.

Jack, James, Rebel, and Star: carriage horses for the Turners.

Keep in mind these are not completely finished, please. I still have a lot more storyline development to work on. Thanks! :)

Beaten:

My name is Tiffany.

I am three,

My eyes are swollen.

I cannot see,

I must be stupid,

I must be bad,

What else could have made

My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better

I wish I weren’t ugly,

Then maybe my mommy

Would still want to hug me.

I can’t do a wrong

I can’t speak at all

Or else I'm locked up

All day long.

When I'm awake I'm all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren’t home

When my mommy does come home

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe I'll just get

One whipping tonight.

I just heard a car

My daddy is back

From Charlie’s Bar.

I hear him curse

My name is called

I press myself

Against the wall

I try to hide

From his evil eyes

I’m so afraid now

I’m starting to cry

He finds me weeping

Calls me ugly words,

He says it’s my fault

He suffers at work.

He slaps and hits me

And yells at me more,

I finally get free

And run to the door

He’s already locked it

And I start to bawl,

He takes me and throws me

Against the hard wall

I fall to the floor

With my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues

With more bad words spoken,

"I’m sorry!” I scream

But it’s now much to late

His face has been twisted

Into a unimaginable shape

The hurt and the pain

Again and again

O, please, God have mercy!

O, please, let it end!

And he finally stops

And heads for the door

While I lay there motionless

Sprawled on the floor

My name is Tiffany

I am three,

Tonight my daddy

Murdered me.

Her name was Auroura

She was only five

This is what happened

When she was alive

Her dad was a drunk

Her mom was an addict

Her parents kept her

Locked in an attic

Her only friend

was a little toy bear

It was old and worn out

And had patches of hair

She always talked to it

When no one's around

She lays there and hugs it

Not a peep of sound

Until her parents
unlock the door

Some more and more pain

She'll have to endure

A bruise on her leg

A scar on her face

Why would she be

In such a horrible place?

But she grabs her bear

And softly crys

She loves her parents

But they want her to die

She sits in the corner

Quiet but thinking,”God, why?

Why is
My life always sinking?"

Such a bad life

For a sad little kid

She'd get beaten and beaten

For anything she did

Then one night

Her mom came home high

The poor child was hit and slapped

As hours went by

Then her mom suddenly

Grabbed for a blade

It was sharp and pointy

One that she made

She thrusted the blade

Right in her chest,

”You deserve to die

You worthless pest!"

The mom walked out

Leaving the girl slowly dying.

She grabbed her bear

And again started crying

Police showed up

At the small little house

They quickly barged in

Everything was as quiet as a mouse

One officer slowly

Opened a door

To find the sad little girl

Lying on the floor

It must have been bad

To go through so much harm

But at least she died

With her best friend in her arms.

STOP CHILD ABUSE NOW!!

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