The Writings of a Dreamer

The 16th of April, 1790. Still in the caverne.
It is late at night and we are still in our little caverne. Papa had idea that we could sneak to the English channel and take a rowboat across but then he realized we got out on the wrong side of Paris and we would have […]

The 15th of April, 1790 Outside of Paris!
Papa has found an alley that we can use for escape! We snuck down it last night. We are now hiding in a little caverne that we found until night. Maman says she is scared. She does the rosary about ten times every day! Papa does not […]

The 8th of April, 1790

I was scared. Terribly scared. I could hear their footsteps approaching. Thud. Thud. Thud. How many men were there? 1? 2? 3? More than three? I hope not. More than three would be terrifying. The most we could hope for was that they would be Royalists too. Probably not though. Their […]

The 7th of April, 1790

Who new we were here? I thought we had completely erased our names from the list when trouble brewed. How would they know we were here? Wait a minute. Wasn’t the Royal Secretary a rebel? Yes he was! He must have just pretended to erase their names! Either that, or he […]