the unwritten diary of akara richardson
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Adult
Chapters:
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fictional steampunk travller, this is a work of fiction or poetry; that any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental;
the unwritten diary of akara richardson
This diary belongs to:
Miss Akara Richardson
To my lovely daughter Akara,
I feel you may find this little diary
Very useful this year, please do try
To keep it up to date.
X X X
JANUERY 1ST 1746
Hello diary, I don’t think I have written in you since I was but a small child. But now I find myself pen in hand almost talking to myself as I write, because my mother seems to think my life is about to get need of you, but how my life could get more exciting I cannot fathom, I mean come on a spay mother a secret agent aunt and to my family that’s just the tip of the ice berg, but I promised my mother I would try, so I guess I’ll try.
I had my birthday last month, turned 17, did the same thing I did for my 16th, sat in a house in the middle of Africa thinking about why my mother wasn’t here, but as she keeps saying to me that’s her job and I should respect the decisions that fund my education, and of course she is right, I would be lost without my home tutor, ….. What a magnificent man.
JANUERY 15TH 1746
Well I must say I am sorry, I thought when my mother give me this diary everything was going to be boring and the same, well….it was, but, today I received a letter from my aunt (you know the secret agent) well she writes to tell me that my mother has arranged for me to go over to England to finish my training with my aunty and finish my PhD off over there, (apparently they have better schools for the gifted, not that I am saying I am gifted or anything, just smarter than the average person). I must say that this has come as quite a shock and I don’t know quite what to say, not that I have a choice, but still I am left speechless. So I do apologize for my confusing and rampant writing but, well, what can I say, a week from now I’ll be on the other side of the equator. I most go pack, speak to you soon diary.
JANUERY 20TH 1746
OH GOSH, these days have flow by and now to believe it little old me, on a train across Europe heading for the British Empire……
I do believe I just made myself sound most meek, do not be fouled diary I have been trained well.
JANUERY 21ST 1746
Most peculiar, I was sitting here reading a book called “the women’s right to a mind” I forget who it’s by. Quiet hard to get hold of it was, but anyways I am losing track of where I was. I was just sat there when this man walked into the cabin in which I was sat, I quietly asked if he was aware that this cabin was private and I was to understand that it was meant for me, alone. He made this wired “pfft” sound from under his moustache. I continued to stare across the cabin at him waiting for some kind of coherent vocal response, I was about to ask if he was ill or somehow unable to speak, when he turned to me, looking me straight in the eyes and demanded to know where I was going alone, I looked him over checking for any obvious signs of weaponry, I am not so foolish as to not know my family has enemies, so I think about my answer very carefully. After what seems like an hour but was mealy a couple of seconds I blink softly and answer him, “why I am mealy going to see old family in England” that seems open ended enough to not raise any suspicions he may have. I turn to look out the window when he quiet rudely interrupts my peace by asking my family’s name, now you may be thinking this is quiet an innocent question from a man who is merely making conversion, but seems I am improperly escorted it is most un-gentlemanly like for him to even be talking to me at all, and as for my family I was not going to be taking the risk of naming them. I quiet abruptly looked at him and said “if you most know sir the family in which I am visiting are called brown, now would you please allow me to get some rest it has been a long journey so far and there is a long journey ahead of me” he seemed to not like this, well I would say he didn’t as he got up and walked out the cabin making a rather large huffing noise as he passed. But at least he had left.
JANUERY 23rd 1746
You know diary I’m begging to see why my mother had me home schooled, I live am out the house for a week and trouble finds me. I woke up this morning to find someone had gone through impersonal effects, I didn’t think anything was missing to I realized that the most unlikely thing had gone, you see I always carry a photo of me and my mother, I know it’s a bit sentimental of me been that I am almost a woman and my mother was always anyways, but this the first time I’ve ever left my home so I just wanted something familiar with me. It begs the question though who would take a photo? It would mean nothing to anyone else. And if anything you would think diary, that he would of took you. He? I am saying he most subconscious but it would make sense that a man asking such rude questions would come back to get what he was looking for by other means, but a photo? I don’t get it.
You would think after been trained by someone who masters at deception and precaution I would have realized earlier a man so determined to know who I was would have great need for a picture of my mother, because if he knows her I could be in more danger then I thought, I quickly hidden the rest of my effects in the cabins safe, and decided if I was in danger anyhow, how much danger would not matter, so I went to see if I could find this men to ask him what on earth he thinks he is doing.
As I am walking down the corridor of the train I become quickly aware at exactly how few people there seems to be. As I approach the bar, which is surprisingly empty for this time of day, I notice the man sat on the far table sipping a cup of what I would imagine to be coffee. I walk over to him and sat on the chair in front of him placing my hands softly on the table in an almost clasped position, he looks up at me and with a smirk said “pleased to meet you young Miss Richardson” then he went back to drinking his coffee. You can well imagine that I was shocked and slightly scared, why did he need to know who I was the other day and how does he know who I am now? I cough softly and ask him what he means by “pleased to meet me”. he huffs and smirks at me repeating what he just said and adding “you chose to be concerned with the wrong thing miss brown,, sorry I do mean Richardson, or is it brown” I guess you could call it fear but I quiet abruptly turn to him and ask what business it was of his anyway and how ungentle manly it was of him to enter my cabin and start demanding to know such personal details of me. He says nothing to answer my question but most abruptly reaches over the table and grabs both my wrists, dragging me to my feet as he stands. Almost shutting as he says “do you have any idea how long we have waited to have this kind of leverage over your family, and now your mother leaves you unguarded on a train, do you think we are so stupid as not to know she is around here somewhere, and now we have you she will come out and try and rescue you and then we will finally have that mother of yours, and she will answer for what she has done”. I tried hastily to explain she was not here she left to go to work weeks before I was due to travel on this train, please, please just let me go,
before I knew it I was in here, and I must tell you my mother would be disappointed, on a train for 2 weeks and I can’t even protect my identity failing that I can’t even fight myself free from one man. So I end up in this cage, I don’t know what I am going to do, but if my mother is around here she is taking her time.
JANUERY 24TH 1746
Well I must admit been slumped against bars is a very different way to be woke up, I softly, partly opened one eye to see if there was anyone else in the room, hmmm, it seemed he had gone somewhere which is a good thing, the fact the train has stopped however probably won’t prove to be a good thing.
My mother raised me to be able to handle this type of situation (funny upbringing I know but hey when your mums a spy you got to know how to protect yourself), I look around for anything that could help me, but the cell is empty just me and you, diary! But wait, nothing my mother has ever done or said has been straight, well that’s one way of putting it, so diary why would you be useful, could she have meant in this situation.
……..
Ah see diary… I was wrong but thinking like my mum did help, I took out two of my hair clips and tried to pick the lock to the cage before he got back, and the gods be blessed it worked, the cage door popped open, not as quietly as id have hoped for but still I was free. I quickly crawled from the cage and over behind the boxes on the far side of the storage cabin, they still seem to be no one about, which I must say is most peculiar. I got to my feet with my back against the wall and quickly walked myself around the outside of the room to the door, peaking behind the door I realized he was in the other cabin. (Hmm just when I thought this was going to be easy) I slowly and quietly went back to the cage, placed a couple of boxes inside and placed a ruffled blanket over the top then reclosed the cage door. That I hoped would foul him for long enough for me to figure out what to do, I quickly shuffled to the back of the cabin, but upon opening the door at the back I realized I was in the last couch. Now I could jumps and run for it, but I’m in the middle of nowhere, I could stay and fight, but I don’t know who he may have with him.
If my writing seems a little scrolled that would be because I’m hooked under a train, I thought in my hour of pure insane genius that if I got to the front of the train underneath the train nobody would see me, which would have worked perfectly as a man, but this darn dress of mine has got caught on the under gears of the carriage, I have no choice…. Mother forgive me, I’m going to have to rip it off.
So now in what could only be described as my underwear, no longer white I may add I manage to get to the front of the train, I climbed out from underneath and entered the front carriage through an open window, I can’t help but wonder if he has noticed I’m missing yet? I scan the carriages ahead of me, they seems to be no one else here at all, not even a driver!
Lock pins!!
I run to the back of the couch and open the door lowering myself between the 2 carriages and trying to remove the lock pin connecting them (and let me just say I can see why men build trains, these things are not easy) with some serious wiggling and brought levered force I manage to pull it free, now I just have to figure out how to drive, I run to the front of the carriage and open the door leading to the outside of the drives carriage, clambering over the outside of the drivers carriage I make it inside where I see coal, a furnace, a shovel, some buttons and some leavers, they couldn’t just label them go and stop.
As fast as I possibly can I shovel coal into the furnace until it can take no more, well I could take no more, I pull back on the left leaver to which all I can hear is an all might grinding sound, so I am guessing that’s the break, I am also guessing the shouting in the distance may be either the man or the driver but I am not taking any chances as to which…
JANUERY 25TH 1746
Sorry about that, when I heard the men I through you down and the jolt of it taking off sent me flying backwards rendering me unconscious so it would seem, (note to self less Cole and hold on).
So it appears by the looks of things that the train is now chugging along the tracks at a quiet slow pace, and they is no sign of anything for miles, oh, and I have no idea where I am, the sun is high so I’m guessing its mid day is, I most have been out of it for a long time. My head doesn’t feel too bad a slight lump but nothing to serious, I need to add some more Cole on to the furnace, but first I think while the train is going slow ill climb back over the the front carriage and see if they is anything in there to help my work out where I am.
Miss Akara Richardson
To my lovely daughter Akara,
I feel you may find this little diary
Very useful this year, please do try
To keep it up to date.
X X X
JANUERY 1ST 1746
Hello diary, I don’t think I have written in you since I was but a small child. But now I find myself pen in hand almost talking to myself as I write, because my mother seems to think my life is about to get need of you, but how my life could get more exciting I cannot fathom, I mean come on a spay mother a secret agent aunt and to my family that’s just the tip of the ice berg, but I promised my mother I would try, so I guess I’ll try.
I had my birthday last month, turned 17, did the same thing I did for my 16th, sat in a house in the middle of Africa thinking about why my mother wasn’t here, but as she keeps saying to me that’s her job and I should respect the decisions that fund my education, and of course she is right, I would be lost without my home tutor, ….. What a magnificent man.
JANUERY 15TH 1746
Well I must say I am sorry, I thought when my mother give me this diary everything was going to be boring and the same, well….it was, but, today I received a letter from my aunt (you know the secret agent) well she writes to tell me that my mother has arranged for me to go over to England to finish my training with my aunty and finish my PhD off over there, (apparently they have better schools for the gifted, not that I am saying I am gifted or anything, just smarter than the average person). I must say that this has come as quite a shock and I don’t know quite what to say, not that I have a choice, but still I am left speechless. So I do apologize for my confusing and rampant writing but, well, what can I say, a week from now I’ll be on the other side of the equator. I most go pack, speak to you soon diary.
JANUERY 20TH 1746
OH GOSH, these days have flow by and now to believe it little old me, on a train across Europe heading for the British Empire……
I do believe I just made myself sound most meek, do not be fouled diary I have been trained well.
JANUERY 21ST 1746
Most peculiar, I was sitting here reading a book called “the women’s right to a mind” I forget who it’s by. Quiet hard to get hold of it was, but anyways I am losing track of where I was. I was just sat there when this man walked into the cabin in which I was sat, I quietly asked if he was aware that this cabin was private and I was to understand that it was meant for me, alone. He made this wired “pfft” sound from under his moustache. I continued to stare across the cabin at him waiting for some kind of coherent vocal response, I was about to ask if he was ill or somehow unable to speak, when he turned to me, looking me straight in the eyes and demanded to know where I was going alone, I looked him over checking for any obvious signs of weaponry, I am not so foolish as to not know my family has enemies, so I think about my answer very carefully. After what seems like an hour but was mealy a couple of seconds I blink softly and answer him, “why I am mealy going to see old family in England” that seems open ended enough to not raise any suspicions he may have. I turn to look out the window when he quiet rudely interrupts my peace by asking my family’s name, now you may be thinking this is quiet an innocent question from a man who is merely making conversion, but seems I am improperly escorted it is most un-gentlemanly like for him to even be talking to me at all, and as for my family I was not going to be taking the risk of naming them. I quiet abruptly looked at him and said “if you most know sir the family in which I am visiting are called brown, now would you please allow me to get some rest it has been a long journey so far and there is a long journey ahead of me” he seemed to not like this, well I would say he didn’t as he got up and walked out the cabin making a rather large huffing noise as he passed. But at least he had left.
JANUERY 23rd 1746
You know diary I’m begging to see why my mother had me home schooled, I live am out the house for a week and trouble finds me. I woke up this morning to find someone had gone through impersonal effects, I didn’t think anything was missing to I realized that the most unlikely thing had gone, you see I always carry a photo of me and my mother, I know it’s a bit sentimental of me been that I am almost a woman and my mother was always anyways, but this the first time I’ve ever left my home so I just wanted something familiar with me. It begs the question though who would take a photo? It would mean nothing to anyone else. And if anything you would think diary, that he would of took you. He? I am saying he most subconscious but it would make sense that a man asking such rude questions would come back to get what he was looking for by other means, but a photo? I don’t get it.
You would think after been trained by someone who masters at deception and precaution I would have realized earlier a man so determined to know who I was would have great need for a picture of my mother, because if he knows her I could be in more danger then I thought, I quickly hidden the rest of my effects in the cabins safe, and decided if I was in danger anyhow, how much danger would not matter, so I went to see if I could find this men to ask him what on earth he thinks he is doing.
As I am walking down the corridor of the train I become quickly aware at exactly how few people there seems to be. As I approach the bar, which is surprisingly empty for this time of day, I notice the man sat on the far table sipping a cup of what I would imagine to be coffee. I walk over to him and sat on the chair in front of him placing my hands softly on the table in an almost clasped position, he looks up at me and with a smirk said “pleased to meet you young Miss Richardson” then he went back to drinking his coffee. You can well imagine that I was shocked and slightly scared, why did he need to know who I was the other day and how does he know who I am now? I cough softly and ask him what he means by “pleased to meet me”. he huffs and smirks at me repeating what he just said and adding “you chose to be concerned with the wrong thing miss brown,, sorry I do mean Richardson, or is it brown” I guess you could call it fear but I quiet abruptly turn to him and ask what business it was of his anyway and how ungentle manly it was of him to enter my cabin and start demanding to know such personal details of me. He says nothing to answer my question but most abruptly reaches over the table and grabs both my wrists, dragging me to my feet as he stands. Almost shutting as he says “do you have any idea how long we have waited to have this kind of leverage over your family, and now your mother leaves you unguarded on a train, do you think we are so stupid as not to know she is around here somewhere, and now we have you she will come out and try and rescue you and then we will finally have that mother of yours, and she will answer for what she has done”. I tried hastily to explain she was not here she left to go to work weeks before I was due to travel on this train, please, please just let me go,
before I knew it I was in here, and I must tell you my mother would be disappointed, on a train for 2 weeks and I can’t even protect my identity failing that I can’t even fight myself free from one man. So I end up in this cage, I don’t know what I am going to do, but if my mother is around here she is taking her time.
JANUERY 24TH 1746
Well I must admit been slumped against bars is a very different way to be woke up, I softly, partly opened one eye to see if there was anyone else in the room, hmmm, it seemed he had gone somewhere which is a good thing, the fact the train has stopped however probably won’t prove to be a good thing.
My mother raised me to be able to handle this type of situation (funny upbringing I know but hey when your mums a spy you got to know how to protect yourself), I look around for anything that could help me, but the cell is empty just me and you, diary! But wait, nothing my mother has ever done or said has been straight, well that’s one way of putting it, so diary why would you be useful, could she have meant in this situation.
……..
Ah see diary… I was wrong but thinking like my mum did help, I took out two of my hair clips and tried to pick the lock to the cage before he got back, and the gods be blessed it worked, the cage door popped open, not as quietly as id have hoped for but still I was free. I quickly crawled from the cage and over behind the boxes on the far side of the storage cabin, they still seem to be no one about, which I must say is most peculiar. I got to my feet with my back against the wall and quickly walked myself around the outside of the room to the door, peaking behind the door I realized he was in the other cabin. (Hmm just when I thought this was going to be easy) I slowly and quietly went back to the cage, placed a couple of boxes inside and placed a ruffled blanket over the top then reclosed the cage door. That I hoped would foul him for long enough for me to figure out what to do, I quickly shuffled to the back of the cabin, but upon opening the door at the back I realized I was in the last couch. Now I could jumps and run for it, but I’m in the middle of nowhere, I could stay and fight, but I don’t know who he may have with him.
If my writing seems a little scrolled that would be because I’m hooked under a train, I thought in my hour of pure insane genius that if I got to the front of the train underneath the train nobody would see me, which would have worked perfectly as a man, but this darn dress of mine has got caught on the under gears of the carriage, I have no choice…. Mother forgive me, I’m going to have to rip it off.
So now in what could only be described as my underwear, no longer white I may add I manage to get to the front of the train, I climbed out from underneath and entered the front carriage through an open window, I can’t help but wonder if he has noticed I’m missing yet? I scan the carriages ahead of me, they seems to be no one else here at all, not even a driver!
Lock pins!!
I run to the back of the couch and open the door lowering myself between the 2 carriages and trying to remove the lock pin connecting them (and let me just say I can see why men build trains, these things are not easy) with some serious wiggling and brought levered force I manage to pull it free, now I just have to figure out how to drive, I run to the front of the carriage and open the door leading to the outside of the drives carriage, clambering over the outside of the drivers carriage I make it inside where I see coal, a furnace, a shovel, some buttons and some leavers, they couldn’t just label them go and stop.
As fast as I possibly can I shovel coal into the furnace until it can take no more, well I could take no more, I pull back on the left leaver to which all I can hear is an all might grinding sound, so I am guessing that’s the break, I am also guessing the shouting in the distance may be either the man or the driver but I am not taking any chances as to which…
JANUERY 25TH 1746
Sorry about that, when I heard the men I through you down and the jolt of it taking off sent me flying backwards rendering me unconscious so it would seem, (note to self less Cole and hold on).
So it appears by the looks of things that the train is now chugging along the tracks at a quiet slow pace, and they is no sign of anything for miles, oh, and I have no idea where I am, the sun is high so I’m guessing its mid day is, I most have been out of it for a long time. My head doesn’t feel too bad a slight lump but nothing to serious, I need to add some more Cole on to the furnace, but first I think while the train is going slow ill climb back over the the front carriage and see if they is anything in there to help my work out where I am.