Today will be an especially busy day in the Larke's Gunsmith Workshop. Merchant Lyte had placed an order for a brand new design of a gun. As for his name, I've decided that, after 5 years, being full of rage isn't going to help with anything. Frequent visits to Alora helped my mental state out, as well as being well with vision enough to get a job. As the oldest apprentice here, along with 14-year-old Parker, I always had to work more than the other (younger) three. I, Laura Gilsworth get ready by tucking in my silky hair into my hat, wear metal-stained overalls and worn-out shoes. Stepping out from my shack, I am "Laurence" Gilsworth-a boy. I really love metalwork and am amazed by the work of guns. Gunsmith apprenticeship only welcomes males-I had no other choice. Here in Boston, guns are very important, especially to the red-coats. They're feared by us colonists, forcing us to work and if not, threaten us with weapons. Why I'm in a gunsmith apprenticeship out of all the other things? This job was the only one that would accept me with one eye. "Better for aim, and the eyepatch is an aesthetic," Mr. Larke had said. With the metal grease, grubby arms and purposely tangled up patches of reddish hair showing beneath my hat, I looked nothing like the happy, spoiled, rich, and stunning girl-perhaps the beauty of Boston, now with a streak across her eye. Anyway, I will go now, Mrs. Larke is calling for me.
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Miracles
Historical Fiction"You are my miracle." A story of Laura Gilsworth, a so-called "serial-killer" with a bounty on her head, as she fights for the freedom of her country. "You are the Hellchild." Romance, Historical genre A short story based on the book "Johnny Tr...
