Historical Fiction French Revolution Novels & Stories

The quick ride in the hired car—because even steady and sure in her heels, she annot walk the streets—is a time for her to calm and center myself. She practiced her ready-to-go speech of her style, design aesthetic, and hopes for her future in the fashion industry. Monica reviews the growing number of French phrases she have learned. In between, she looks around at the sights of Paris, still in disbelief in some ways that she was here, that this is my life after starting out in little old Newton. As the thought of Julien with his mistress passes her brain and makes her feel awful for a bit. If only her mom could see her now! Soon, they come upon the site of tonight’s event, a Seventeenth-Cen

“Is that how hard painting can be?” “Non-painter will never understand how hard it is. Just look at the intricate details… it’s so hard to paint it.” I expected that he was listening to me but when I looked at him, he was taking pictures of the painting. He’s a dedicated one. Nearly another painting, the Raft of Medusa, it’s a shipwreck scene that serves as one of the most significant paintings of French Romanticism. Another one is the Liberty Leading the People, a painting by Eugène Delacroix that I often see in history books. It’s amazing to see a revolutionary painting that marks the beginning of democracy that is shown through a woman who holds the flag of France. We only took pictures a

Where in other history books there was missing information that seemed removed this book had it all and she got more and curious. In one part where in other books it was missing the time of multiple years this book recorded that time and made her pin her ears. It had recorded the time as a time of great evil when a king had enforced slavery and experimentation to the point of causing a mass revolt led by his own son. In some of the parts that recorded some of the experiments it made her queasy. She was both shocked and angry.

I looked at Aaron and saw him scribbling down on his notebook with his head resting on the desk, his face had a genuine sad look and his lips were pressed together in a tight line. After about half an hour, I finished three pages of my first essay. Next was the 'French Revolution' and I knew nothing about that. So I got up and walked to the shelves to find something about it. I went to the history section and started searching for a book. Soon Aaron approached me. "What are you here for?" I asked him. "Agrarian Revolution," He replied. "Anne, can you please do one thing for me?" he asked me. "What ?" I asked.

No longer able to slip my finger over the backs of the books for fear I might touch something else I didn’t want to know about, I tried to read some of the titles, but I could see these books had been handled a lot. I wondered where they would have been stored in the library and who would have spent so much time reading them. I found one that had to do with the history of the first beast and made sure the cover was animal before I pulled it out. I could deal with animal leather. Finding a seat, I made myself comfortable and started reading the account of one of the royal council members. “September 15th, 1789

People were looking at us weirdly, but it didn’t stop us from acting weird. The foods looked delicious and they tasted heaven. Even their foods were art itself. France is really the home of the arts. Even their letters and the way they pronounce their words were so artsy. After our lunch, we went to the Palace of Versailles and admired the place with a tour guide who keeps on talking about its history along with other tourists. "This was the principal royal residence of Louis XIV, until the start of French Revolution in 1789 under Louis XVI.” Our tour guide kept on talking as I looked at the garden outside the window.

' 'Not to mention your special friend who called the French Revolution a mistake and it serves the French right if they are short of period furniture. 'How could I forget her?' I squealed. Then I told her the driving instructor/organ story. 'How would you rank those three, Vera?' 'Oh, Millicent! The French Revolution wins by a country mile. I think the organ/clutch control is equally as stupid, but it is harmless. The level of denial with which our guide surrounded one of the most important moments in European history is truly staggering and will never be surpassed.' 'We have had this conversation, but I still don’t understand why you let her carry on, day after day, repeating such nonsense?

I was looking at the way the lamplight hit the curve of her shoulder where the sweater had slipped. "Okay... uh... what was the main cause of the... the French Revolution?" she asked, her voice breathy and losing its professorial edge. "Hunger," I said, my eyes locked on hers. "People were hungry for something they weren't being given. Kind of like me."

Over the past two weeks, Jane had found herself thinking of Lucie Manette as Grace Anderson, and every once in a while she was Darnay, but mostly she was Sydney Carton. "This is an excellent book," Jane finished reading. "It teaches you about the French Revolution, which took place in the seventeen-nineties in the country of France. It is a good book if you like history or violence or exciting suspense. It is a love story, too. All in all, it is an excellent book."

I tend to have panic attacks while in enclosed areas. We walked forward. The tunnel seemed to stretch for miles it felt like it would go on forever. It felt like we had been walking for hours. I know it wasn’t really the case but, everything was so dark and cramped it felt like it. I suddenly realized the tunnel was possibly leading to the mansion. Shit I should not have committed to this! Once we walked a little further, I started to notice chamber rooms with windows. Was this where the slaves were kept? Or maybe this was also an escape route during the French revolution? I know that my ancestors were royalty, and all those miserable souls who decided to overthrow the government that was l