Jupiter's moon.

a story board

rhetoricc:

⚈Chill and Indie here⚈
… The damp days of coolness always lingered. Summer rarely participated in the description of her moor land home. She would work and clean and read from the rickety farm house day in day out. Of course there was the exception of school however she rarely attended due to her fathers authority; ‘its a woman’s duty to look after her families home and clean and cook’ he would boom at the dinner table, laden with joints of meat, troffs of steamed vgetables, platters of yorkshire puddings and boats of rich gravy prepared by her.
He tended to keep her out of school as long as he could before suspicion crept in. Then he would only send her there in hast for a couple of days a week to keep the real authorities off their back…

… The damp days of coolness always lingered. Summer rarely participated in the description of her moor land home. She would work and clean and read from the rickety farm house day in day out. Of course there was the exception of school however she rarely attended due to her fathers authority; ‘its a woman’s duty to look after her families home and clean and cook’ he would boom at the dinner table, laden with joints of meat, troffs of steamed vgetables, platters of yorkshire puddings and boats of rich gravy prepared by her.

He tended to keep her out of school as long as he could before suspicion crept in. Then he would only send her there in hast for a couple of days a week to keep the real authorities off their back…

…she is tied by her up bringing, naive from the world she believes only as fantasy in her books from the old stall at the farmers market or library. She has been baptized into a world of twisted family morals and religion. Taught to live as her family sees fit, as the bible sees necessary. Her families fundamentalist views corrupted with poison have in-fluctuated her life and blind folded the morals and realities of the out side world which she soon begins to notice as she peers deeper into the kasem of literature and novels…
…She sometimes looks out over the pine forest west of their farm house to glimpse the fiery sunset. These fleeting minutes as the burning gold light pierced the gaps of the forest and dulled the corners of her room she would think of a world beyond the horizon and beyond the dappled pine branches. She would think of something more than her stationary life…

…She sometimes looks out over the pine forest west of their farm house to glimpse the fiery sunset. These fleeting minutes as the burning gold light pierced the gaps of the forest and dulled the corners of her room she would think of a world beyond the horizon and beyond the dappled pine branches. She would think of something more than her stationary life…

…The trees she stumbled past on her way to the limestone chapel or the local village market were twisted and looming, casting cracks of shadow upon the ferns and undergrowth she wandered through. I want this to represent her life…
…A farm house upon a hillside, separate from the world, hidden behind a gloomy plantation forest on one side and folds of mirky moors and dry stone walls on the other…

…A farm house upon a hillside, separate from the world, hidden behind a gloomy plantation forest on one side and folds of mirky moors and dry stone walls on the other…

…This feels, cold, lonely, mysterious, deceptive and dangerous. Exactly what I want from this book. With a touch of nostalgic anticipation for something magical or homely I think…
…The story is mainly set within the Yorkshire dales. At least, the protagonist begins her story there…
Out-casted from the outside world’s movement and prospects. Instead she is hidden. Lead to believe in a life transient and static within the Moore lands of her twisted childhood…