Charles Dickens on Marion, NC

‘It was a town of red brick, or of brick that would have been red if the smoke and ashes had allowed it; but as matters stood it was a town of unnatural red and black like the painted face of a savage. It was a town of machinery, and tall chimneys, out of which interminable serpents of smoke trailed themselves forever and ever, and never got uncoiled. It had a black canal in it, and a river that ran purple with ill-smelling dye, and vast piles of building full of windows where there was a rattling and a trembling all day long, and where the piston of the steam-engine worked monotonously up and down like the head of an elephant in a state of melancholy madness. It contained several large streets all very like one another, and many small streets still like one another, inhabited by people equally like one another , who all went in and out at the same hours , with the same sound upon the same pavements, to do the same work, and to whom everyday was the same as yesterday and tomorrow, and every year the counterpart of the last and next…….

………You saw nothing in Coketown but what was severely workful. If the members of a religious persuasion built a chapel there, as the members of eighteen religious persuasions had done, they made it a pious warehouse of red brick…….

Charles Dickens Hard Times 1854


5 Already Sold!

Hello again! Just a reminder for y’all to check out my short story volume “Patchwork of the Mind” on It’s only 5 bucks and I make 3.45 for every sale. If you don’t have a Kindle Reader, you can just download Kindle on your phone or computer. I’ve made 17.45 so far. To the five who have bought them, thank you for believing in me!

An announcement regarding my writing journey!

Well, here it is. My first available work to the reading public, an honest project to call my own and which I hope you’ll enjoy. If you have a Kindle, that is. If not, it’s all good. A time may come later when I submit these stories in another format. But for now, I’ll see how Kindle works. If you spend the five dollars and find that my collection only deserves to be discarded, then I highly encourage you to comment on Amazon and tell me what you didn’t like. Truthfully, such criticism will benefit me far more than well-meaning praise. I for one know that all these tales could be better. And I promise you, the more I write, the better my work will be.
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