With You, I’ll Be Only Sibylla (part 15)

Disclaimer: The plot and characters of Kingdom of Heaven belongs to Sir Ridley Scott, William Monahan, and history. I don’t own anything.   Chapter 15: What Have I Done?   She was alone in the crypt with her son, save for the echoes and bitter memories of brighter days. In her hand, she held a

With You, I’ll Be Only Sibylla (part 14)

Disclaimer: I own neither the plot nor the characters of Kingdom of Heaven. They belong to Sir Ridley Scott, William Monahan, and history.   Chapter 14: Weeping Angels   Why? That was the question that Sibylla kept asking, even as she played her part in her bleak grey world of politics and intrigue. In her

With You, I’ll Be Only Sibylla (part 13)

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything that you recognize. The characters and the plot of Kingdom of Heaven belong to Sir Ridley Scott and William Monahan, and History.   Chapter 13: Why?   Rumbling drunken snores penetrated the darkness. Sibylla lay wide awake, staring at the canopy above her. The sweaty sheets were twisted around her body, hiding

With You, I’ll Be Only Sibylla (part 12)

Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters or the storyline. This is just my interpretation of Sir Ridley Scott’s film, Kingdom of Heaven.   Chapter 12: Price of Power Sibylla’s mind was reeling with all the changes. There was so much she had to do, but she was not ready to deal with the affairs of

With You, I’ll Be Only Sibylla (Part 11)

Disclaimer: All the characters and events of Kingdom of Heaven belong to Sir Ridley Scott and William Monahan, and, of course, History. I’m just borrowing them and writing my own interpretation.   The walls and hangings muffled the sounds from outside. Many candles burned, but they did nothing to dispel the shadow which was falling

With You, I’ll Be Only Sibylla (Part 9)

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. Kingdom of Heaven belongs to Sir Ridley Scott and William Monahan, and History.   Chapter 9: A Kingdom of Conscience   Doors were meant for protection; those leading to Sibylla’s quarters were made to keep out any unwelcome presence. Inside was her refuge; a place of peace and safety in

A Random Post

Well, it’s the last day of lectures and I have a test this afternoon. I truly don’t have anything inspiring to write; I just want to type something, and see words appearing on a screen. Weird, huh? Maybe that’s part of being a writer. I just love the look of words as they appear on

The Power of Passion

It’s the end of the semester. I never realized how much I enjoyed studying history until I started revising today. Most of that stuff was still in my head, just buried under a bunch of other stuff. It was so easy to bring up with a few keywords, unlike my science subjects. Revising for those

With You, I’ll Be Only Sibylla (Part 6)

Disclaimer: Kingdom of Heaven belongs to Ridley Scott, William Monahan and History. I don’t own any of it.   Chapter 6: The Key to Her Heart Sibylla and Balian gazed at each other. Neither of them were willing to part, but they knew that they must. They came from completely different worlds. It was at

Of Ditzy Days and Student Life

I can’t say today was my best day. It started out pretty well, with handing in my second-to-last essay, a history lecture, and then shopping. I bought myself a proper Moleskine notebook, and Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl DVD. And then I got lost on the bus route, waited at some strange

With You, I’ll Be Only Sibylla (Part 3)

Disclaimer: This is based on Sir Ridley Scott’s brilliant film, Kingdom of Heaven. I’m just borrowing the characters and the main plot, and I get no profit, only enjoyment 🙂 Chapter 3: A Few Yards of Silk Sibylla opened the door to the inner chamber just a little bit so that she could see her

One down — A couple more to go

I’m so happy to have finished one essay that I can’t type properly. I did the entire first draft yesterday evening, in between posting on the fanfic forum, and I typed most of it out at university today. And guess what? The first draft was done by hand! Mostly I don’t even do a second

My Weekend

It’s almost the end of the weekend. Time passes so quickly, even when there’s nothing going on. Saturday, I spent almost the entire day on the computer. I wrote half of my essay, but just today, I decided that what I’d written wasn’t good enough. It was hugely convoluted and sounded like straight narrative. I’m