Journal One
September 3rd, 1882
We are finally allowed to write and read, isn't it sad that we had to be secretive if we wanted to learn the basic concept of being a human? Ya, that is the world I live in. Luckily my mother wanted us to have many qualities as she would say, she wanted us to be able if needed to understand what was going on in the world. She would always say, you know if there was a war to come upon us you would need to be able to read about it in the papers especially once you have a family. Oh but never tell a soul that you can read.
Of course, we listened and learned how to read we kept hushed and lived our lives silent.
I have been writing for a long time but decided it is time I start journaling. It is the new thing around town, journal every day so one day you can earn good money especially because it looks like women are stepping forward and they think one day we will be able to work ourselves. I don't really care about the money part of it but more about how I want people to know the real me, the one with a brain that has been told for 14 years to keep quiet and bake bread. A life that is supposed to seem normal to every female gender... but to me, it feels wrong to be behind a door your whole life when the world is outside.
So why didn't I just tell people, who cares? What would they do? Going to jail for your whole life was basically the reality of outsmarting a man. I dislike a man's intentions towards women. I will never get married.
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The Journal Of Martlina 1882
FantasyThe Journal of a young woman living in 1882, when writing and reading were just granted to women. When a man runs the world and a woman just lives in it. A story about finding love, war, and balance just to survive.
