"His genius was very rich, and ran much upon poetry, in which he excelled. But alas! In the issue. Wine and Love were the ruin of this ingenious Gentleman." John Dunton (1659 - 1733) English bookseller and author, writing of Benjamin Bridgewater. INTRODUCTION This completed story will form one full episode of a larger, historical fact/fiction work. The story here relates to Benjamin, one of my many Bridgewater ancestors. These early forebears include: Benjamin: the current subject, a rogue black sheep of the family (for every family has at least one in their closet) who was a London Lawyer of the Middle Temple, a writer, poet and all round bad 'un. In later years, the sad life of this once promising Cambridge scholar spiralled in an ever downward direction to the dark abyss. Henry: an Elizabethan Gentleman, who named in his Will a titled Lady who was a favourite of Queen Elizabeth I (the Virgin Queen), and whom Her Majesty affectionately called 'My Black Crow'. Nathaniel: a Gentleman and servant to Charles Seymour, 6th Duke of Somerset (known as 'The Proud Duke'). One of Nathaniel's many rôles was as 'Waiter on the Robes' to Queen Anne. Thomas: a Master Joiner/Carver, an example of whose handsome ornamental work can be seen to this day on the wooden pulpit inside the famous London church of St. Martin-in-the-Fields. Benjamin: (father of Benjamin above), who was a Freeman Citizen of The Worshipful Company of Dyers and elected to the Court of Common Council. Roger: an 18th century actor who performed with the celebrated players of the day at the Covent Garden and Drury Lane Theatres in London. Extracts from the 1697 Calves-Head Club anthem and the poem on Mary II are the contemporary works of Benjamin Bridgewater. The Epistle to him is by his contemporary, John Tutchin. There is 'A readers' abridged FAMILY TREE of Benjamin Bridgewater', at the end of this work, which may help with your journey through his story.

****Prologue.**** "Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, fight or be beaten, survive or perish" ~ Freedom trio law of the lands. When I was young I would have terrible nightmares that would wake me up in the middle of the night. My mother would hurry to my side as I screamed and cried in panic. Sometimes I would wake up in a pool of my own sweat, creating damp circles on my pillows and bed sheets. She would sometimes joke about it and tell me if I had showered on the bed. At the time I didn't think it was funny but now that I think about it, it is pretty funny. She would then lay me in her arms, being in her gentle warm embrace was somewhat reassuring to me. As she held me in her arms she would run her fingers through my damp hair and kiss my forehead ever so gently. Mother would then tell me stories to try to get me to go back to sleep. Stories about a girl who had long hair named Rapunzel, another one about a girl who's skin was white as snow. Snow White was her name if I remembered correctly. But the oddest story was one about a land they once called America. How many years ago it was called the land of the free, a place of possibilities. Every time she brought up that particular story I would ask what happened to such a great place? Where did it go? Why aren't we there? And she would always reply with a sigh. "You will find out sooner or later". I always end up disappointed in the answer, but knowing that one day my question will have an answer made me excited and anxious. How I wished the answer wasn't true. I wished this was all just a bad dream and that any minute now I would wake up in my mothers arms again. Hearing her soft heart beat and feeling her soft hands run through my hair knowing that it was all just a nightmare. But this was no dream. This is the world I'm forced to fight to survive in. A world my mother tried to keep hidden from me and now I see why.

A girl lost in her own world is missing reality around her till the student council president from her school takes notice. It is simple, but these two from opposite worlds help one another in their unique ways.

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A wife goes mad on the night of her marriage and her husband is left alone in an empty house. Filled with despair and longing, he sets out on a dream-filled voyage to find her. This text was written while listening to the first three minutes of Beethoven's Symphony No.7 in A major op.92 - II, Allegretto. In each section you will find a link to the track. Have a listen and let me know if you can hear the track in the text. If you enjoy my story please help me via voting, comments and sharing. Feel free to check out my other works as well. Cover created by: SprinkleJellyDonuts http://www.wattpad.com/user/SprinkleJellyDonuts

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I found this book. It's for dead people. Yeah. I'm a little worried. A short story about what really happens when you die. A Wattpad 'Featured List' story and winner of the 'HQ Love Award' in the 2014 Wattys! I hope you enjoy it! If you do, please check out my new short story collection for Kindle, 'The Good Death Guide and Other Tales', featuring extra passages from the Good Death Guide! http://www.amazon.com/Good-Death-Guide-Other-Tales-ebook/dp/B00SPRQY4Q

A short story of an abandoned bathroom stall door giving desperate, heartbroken girls relationship advice, hot guys incorrectly trying to woo hearts, a stupid dare in action, and irrationality ruling the minds of every character.