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Another 5 star review!

Admittedly it was a friend of mine who bought and read my book, but I am extremely thankful that he has taken the time to buy it, read it and review it.

Butterfly House – Chapter 1

Click here to read the Prologue (just scroll down to the bottom of the post!)

Chapter 1

“Hey, big guy, you keep the house safe for me while I’m gone, yeah?” said a brown haired man with glasses and a crease on his forehead. He walked through his kitchen while his fourteen month old baby boy was sat in a highchair and gave him a big grin when his father kissed him on the head, trying to avoid getting the baby food that was smothered around his little pink cheeks onto his suit.

“Will you call me when you land, Dave?” said a woman at the sink, washing out a cup with a bright purple dish-cloth.

Dave turned around from his son and looked round to his wife. He was a handsome man, although slightly rounded on the stomach after letting himself go a little over the years. But he knew he was still attractive to the ladies. “Signal might be a big patchy, but I’ll try my best,” he said, as he walked over to her, wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her on the neck. The woman smiled.

“You do that and I might actually miss you,” the woman said.

The guy chuckled slightly as he kissed his wife on the neck again, before running his hand from her stomach and down her abdomen.

“Do you really have to leave now?” she whispered back, closing her eyes.

Dave broke away from her, placed both hands either side of her waist and span her round. She managed to let out a small gasp before he pressed his lips against her lips, pressing his body against her body, so she was pinned against the large deep sink behind her.

When she let out a small groan of pleasure, Dave automatically pressed his body harder into her, his own body reacting to her, and kissed her passionately. He moved his hands up the hem of her shirt, his fingers starting to wander up her sides and finding the bottom of her bra.

Dave was about to unclasp his wife’s bra, finding himself caught in the moment, when there was a small clatter behind him and the shrill wail of his son. He groaned when his wife pushed him away to check what was wrong.

“Leave him, Jan!” Dave groaned, feeling frustrated for being interrupted. “He’s fine.”

“No, Dave, he might be hurt!” she snapped, and peered around her husband.

“Hurt?” he snapped accidentally, pulling away from his wife and looking round at the red face of his baby boy, noticing a small plastic spoon in his hand, but the green bowl he was originally eating from was now on the floor, the contents of the disgusting baby food now all over their expensive kitchen floor.

“It’s okay, baby!” said his wife, slinking from between her husband’s body and the sink, drying her hands on a tea-towel she grabbed, and rushing over to her son to comfort him.

“See, he’s just dropped his food, he’s fine!” Dave said, resting his hands on the sink and trying to control himself; mostly his frustration, he knew he could snap if he didn’t control it.

“I know,” his wife muttered absentmindedly before she started annoyingly cooing to her son.

Dave rolled his eyes, took a deep breath and decided to try again. He turned around and walked over to his wife as she wiped her son’s face with the tea-towel she had in her hands and gave him a kiss on his forehead, much like what Dave had done moments before.

Dave stuck his tongue out at his son, crossing his eyes as he did, and getting an instant reaction from his son; his wails suddenly turning into a fit of giggles. Exactly what he wanted, so his wife didn’t have to fuss over him and could get back to concentrating on him instead.

“See, he’s fine!” Dave said, wrapping an arm around his wife much life last time by the sink.

Jan sighed and stood there while her husband kissed her neck and rubbed his hands down her body.

“Don’t you have a flight to catch?” she said a little too harshly, but Dave chose to ignore it.

“I do, but I can be a few minutes late,” Dave whispered, trying desperately to get his wife in the mood again.

“Dave, not in front of Charlie.” She sighed.

Dave closed his eyes, stopped kissing his wife’s neck but continued to hold onto her waist. He took in a large breath and then let it go, hoping his frustration would go with it. It didn’t. “He’s a year old, Jan, he doesn’t know what’s going on.” He kissed her again, almost determinedly.

“Maybe, but I don’t feel comfortable,” Jan explained.

Dave groaned into her hair. “Then put him in his cot or playpen for a minute?” He kissed her on the neck again and pressed his body into her back.

“Dave, please stop!” Jan snapped, pushing her husband’s hand away from her stomach again before his hand wandered downwards again.

“Jesus Christ!” Dave finally snapped, raising his voice, and his son suddenly started to wail again.

“Well done!” Jan snapped angrily, and pulled her son out of the highchair.

Dave groaned angrily and ran his finger through his hair. “I’m going away for a while, Jan, I just wanted some alone time with you before I leave.”

“We had alone time last night, after we put the kids to bed,” Jan said, trying to rub her wailing son’s back to sooth him. “We have children, Dave, we have responsibilities now.”

“You were too tired to have sex last night!”

Jan frowned at him. “Is that all you think about?”

Dave shook his head at her. “Don’t start!”

“No, I am starting, Dave!” she said, frowning angrily at him. “I’m too tired because I have to run around after our children all day every day. I know you work, and you work hard, and I am forever appreciative of that. I don’t complain when you come home late, I don’t complain when you go on business trips away for days or weeks at a time, because you support this house financially, but I do require a little bit of respect! Do you know how hard it is to look after two children?”

“One, you put the other in day care,” Dave muttered, walking away from the woman and into the living-room in their open-plan living-space.

“That’s not fair!” Jan said, looking teary eyed. “It’s good for her.”

“Good for her, or good for you?” Dave snapped as he put on his blazer.

“Fuck you,” she whispered.

Dave looked up at his wife in shock, she hardly ever swore, and she never did around the children. “What?” he said, not sure if he had actually heard her correctly.

“You heard me!” she said as a tear escaped down her cheek. He knew he should be feeling bad, but his frustration and anger was too much and it clouded his judgement. “I’m trying my best here, and I’m sorry if it isn’t good enough!”

“I didn’t say…”

“No, you did, but you might as well have!”

“Jan, I am just frustrated, that’s all!” he said, trying to keep his voice calm, but was unsure how well it was working. “It’s been a while since we were intimate, you’re either too tired or something happens to one of the children.”

“You have hands!” she snapped, just as Charlie’s high-pitch wail pierced through their ears again, clearly picking up on the tension in the room that was expanding.

Dave laughed and shook his head at his wife. Without really thinking about the consequences he accidentally snapped; “Allison always appreciated my needs.”

Just before he slammed the front door shut, he heard another wail, but it wasn’t his son this time. It was his wife.

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Help with my Masters Fees! Buy my Book!

Hey guys,

Got some positive news! I got my 2:1! A few days ago I finally got confirmation from my University that I have not only passed my BSc, but I got the grade I was after and am 100% going to Cranfield to do my Masters.

Now, I was thinking up ways to get funds for my Masters Degree; summer work (which failed after nearly collapsing in exhaustion!), part-time work, weekend work, writing jobs, and I completely forgot that I could just try to push my book a little more!

So, after I’ve done a little bit of writing today, I’m going to look at finding better ways to market my book (I’m really not good with it!) but for now, I figured I’d write a quick blog post about it.

My Masters Degree is £10,000. Cost of rent for the year is £6,000 (for an en-suite bedroom in someone’s house for the year) and the other fees, like food and transport? I have no idea. Probably another £2,000-3,000. Then I was hoping to buy a new laptop as mine is dying, will probably need a new mobile, and I could do with new clothes after not buying much for a few years while doing my undergrad.

I have managed to save up a little bit of money, so I’m not hugely desperate and I am hoping I can get a part-time job on days off and weekends.

But, I would be ever so thankful if I could raise funds by selling my books! I’m not a business person, I don’t know anything about marketing, I am just an amature author (okay, technically ‘professional’ because I’m published now) and student.

So, if you’d like to help out with my fees, please do buy my book! I do not get an awful lot in terms of royalties (only about £2 per each paperback I sell).

Also please do the following, even if you cannot buy my book you can do a couple of these:

Review it, on Amazon, Goodreads, Smashwords.
Tell your friends about it.
Share it on social media – Facebook, Twitter, WordPress, Instagram, and so on.
Like and comment on posts! The more likes, the more people see it!
Just general support and encouragement is also helpful, even if it’s just a ‘well done for publishing a book’ is just nice and encourages me and other authors to keep going!

Here are the links:

e-Book: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/744287

Paperback: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Its-My-Mistake-Penny-Hooper/dp/1985376709

New Story idea!

If you’re an author or a writer… or even would like to be… you may notice a never ending stream of idea seem to pour forth from your imagination…

At least it does for me.

I get criticised for not ‘finishing’ an idea… although I am, these people just don’t appreciate how long it takes to actually write a story!

Anyway… I have come up with another one and wanted to share it with you early, because, well… it is a bit of a tribute to a story I one wrote when I was younger. My mother told me that I loved to write stories (I knew this already) and one story was about a butterfly. I have no memory of this, and my mother cannot remember what the story was about… so, I came up with the challenge to write a story that features butterfly as a tribute to this old forgotten child-Penny story!

And Butterfly House was born.

(Yes, I am aware that the correct turm is lepidopterarium, but I thought ‘Butterfly House’ would be more attractive!)

Anyway, here is the short Prologue (Below), please watch this space for the next few chapters.

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Synopsis:

Dave MacLeod is a normal family man. He has a wife, two children, a good job and a lovely home. He has no reason to leave.

Monday the 19th of June is like any other day; Dave has to leave to go abroad for a few days for work. But after a week of not hearing him, Jan, his wife, starts to worry.

And when the police find out Dave never made it to his flight, maybe there is reasn to worry?

Has Dave run away? Or has Dave been murdered?

Or… is there something else… something more sinister and downright weird going on…?

 

Prologue:

 

THE SEARCH CONTINUES AFTER BMW FOUND!

Authorities located the car of missing man, David MacLeod, found parked in Notting Hill five miles from home.
He was last seen leaving home at 7:00am Monday 19th of June to catch a flight.

By DEENA RICHARDS

PUBLISHED: 09:22, 15 July 2018 | UPDATED: 11:12, 15 July 2018

David MacLeod, husband to Jan MacLeod, father to Charlie and Margaret MacLeod, ages 1 and 4, is still missing after three weeks. Supposedly having left for a business flight, but never making it to the airport.

Authorities have responded to a report of an abandoned car, which has been confirmed belongs to that of David MacLeod. It is not known why David’s band new BMW was parked in Notting Hill when he was due to catch a flight at 08:00 that Monday at Gatwick Airport.

Jan MacLeod is appealing for witnesses who may have seen or heard from David or knows any information to his whereabouts, to come forward as she “extremely worried” about her husband. She says “this behaviour is very unlike David, he normally finds any way to contact me and wouldn’t abandon his children!”

His ex-wife Allison refused to comment but is believed to be working closely with authorities to find David.

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I’ve been nominated for the Liebster Awards!

I’ve been nominated for the Liebster Awards!

Firstly, I just want to thank Kim (writersideoflife.com) for the nomination! Please do check out her blog!

Summer work in Portree, Isle of Skye!

So, nearly a week ago, I took a 7 hour coach trip to Portree, Isle of Skye, Scotland. I’m here working over the summer to gather the funds for my Master’s Degree in October!

I must admit, it’s a big struggle!! A few days ago I was in tears because a) my back was killing me, and b) it is really long hours manual work! (Cooking, cleaning, ironing, etc).

But, I’m hoping I can stick it out for the whole 3 months, until mid-September, not only will I get a fat paycheck for my work here, but I can explore Isle of Skye AND gain hotel experience so I can do it again if I want to.

I haven’t seen much of the Island yet, only the sights on the coach trip, and Portree itself. Here are some photos:

I am writing (at least trying to) every day on my Steemit account, to keep a track record of what I do. Some days have been hard, others not too bad. Hopefully it’ll get a bit more interesting as the days go on and I get to go on tours!

Check it out here (this is todays only, don’t forget to check out the other days!): https://steemit.com/travel/@penny-rose/day-6-cooking-complaints-and-another-12-hour-shift

(If you sign up and blog/upvote, you can earn money!)

The Girl Who Whispered – The Next Chapter

A few of you may already know about my history (and why I call myself The Girl Who Whispered), and I won’t bore you with the details now. But the jist is, I was a very shy girl growing up and as a result I was so shy at school that I became very quiet. I was bulled because I was an easy target and to communicate with friends, I would whisper quietly to them to avoid being heard by the bullies. This progressed into secondary school and I became The Girl Who Whispered.

Well, that shy girl has changed so much since then, she’s no longer shy and she certainly doesn’t whisper anymore. In fact, I am now more confident and willing to speak up for myself. I do so by proving to myself that I am not stupid, like my bullies told me, and I use my writing as a way to express myself and important topics.

Yesterday was my very last day as an Open University BSc Psychology student, I handed in my very last assignment (I actually handed it in on the 30th, as I was worried about the internet going down in this isolated village! But technicalities!). I eagerly and a little impatiently await my results.

I hope to gain a 2:1 grade overall, because if I do. I will be heading to my next chapter of my educational path… a Master’s in Forensic Investigation at Cranfield University (Shrivenham base).

I also am progressing with my writing, I have had a few people comment on my published book (It’s My Mistake) saying that they really enjoyed reading it (I’ll add a link to the bottom of the post if you’d like a copy), I have also had comments about my first draft of ‘I fell in Love with a Psychopath’ which is up on WattPad (also at the bottom) and I am currently in the process of sorting a cover letter and 3,000 word synopsis to send my ‘Rose Garden Sanatorium’ series to a literary agent. I have one already picked out and plan to do more research to find others.

Someone said to me today, my luck is turning around.

I hope so.

Here are the links:

It’s My Mistake (UK Paperback): https://www.amazon.co.uk/Its-My-Mistake-Penny-Hooper/dp/1985376709

It’s My Misake (US Paperback): https://www.amazon.com/Its-My-Mistake-Penny-Hooper/dp/1985376709

It’s My Mistake (Ebook): https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/744287

I fell in Love with a Psychopath (WattPad Draft copy): https://www.wattpad.com/story/137106427-i-fell-in-love-with-a-psychopath%7E-complete

WattPad profile: https://www.wattpad.com/user/penny_bones16

(Where you can read my other written works)

Also, please check out my other posts for sneak chapters of Rose Garden Sanatorium).

Rose Garden Sanatorium – Chapter 4

NB: If you haven’t read the first few chapters, see the links at the bottom of the post!



Chapter 4 – Taylor

“Taylor?” someone called, the voice raised slightly from across a table, in an attempt to grab someone’s attention.

Taylor jumped and looked up in shock to the man sat the other side of the table. “What?” she snapped accidentally.

The man in front of her was her best friend and work colleague; Paul. He was the only person in Taylor’s life who took her for who she was. He didn’t judge her for the clothes she wore, how she spoke, how she acted, or even the strange interests she had. And she was known to have some very strange interests. She wasn’t into things such as which celebrity was dating who or what was in fashion. She was mostly fascinated in academic interests, such as ancient history and world religions.

Paul was the only person that Taylor felt she could almost trust. Almost. She had a hard time actually trusting anyone anymore. But Paul was one of those rare people that she felt she could at least trust with her mobile number and home address.

“Are you okay?” Paul asked, looking concerned as his hand hovered over his lunch, a plastic fork still in his grasp.

“I’m fine,” Taylor lied, not even bothering to pretend to smile.

“I’ve been talking to you for the past few minutes and you’ve been in your own world,” he frowned curiously at her.

“Oh, sorry, just been busy today.” She had been busy, so that was kind of true. But of course, that wasn’t the reason why she hadn’t been paying attention to him. She frowned back at him as he rubbed his annoying strawberry blonde beard.

Paul’s hair was a bright strawberry blonde and he always had facial hair—probably because his round face looked young without it—which Taylor wasn’t too keen on. Not that she’d admit that to Paul. She also hated the fact he was currently sat slouched forwards in his chair like usual, his back arched slightly as he stared disconcertingly at Taylor.

They were both on their lunch break, sat in a café; their usual spot. Taylor had just finished a rather tasteless chicken salad roll and was drowning it out with a heavily sugared coffee, she felt that the only thing exciting in her life right now was having sugar rushes. Paul was still picking at his uninspiring tuna pasta salad, which he admitted only moments ago to Taylor he wished he never bought.

Paul had explained he was trying to get fit and healthy, it was a new thing he was trying after realising how seriously unfit he was. Only a few weeks ago he caught kids writing graffiti on the wall of his flat complex, he tried and unflatteringly failed to run after them. Although Taylor had a feeling he was only saying that for her benefit, to make him look interesting. He needn’t bothered, it wouldn’t have mattered if he was the fittest man on Earth, she still wouldn’t be interested. At least not like that.

The café they were sat in was a simple branded café with lots of plain square tables, with either dull brown chairs or comfortable grey and red striped armchairs. The till area was near the front, with only a few small tables but with larger and more comfortable tables at the back, as well as a large bench style seating area along the side wall. Simple canvas photos lined the walls, either of something Italian or a close up shot of an unnaturally perfectly poured coffee. Paul and Taylor were currently sat right at the back of the café, Taylor sat on the cushion lined bench and Paul opposite in the dark wooden chair.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” he asked again, putting the fork down in defeat and pushed the salad away from him. “You get like this when something bothers you.”

Taylor snorted. “It’s a bit weird that you know me that well, Paul.”

“If you don’t want to tell me that’s okay,” he said, and gave one of his weird smiles.

Paul had actually jolted her out of her musing about the dream she had last night. But she wasn’t thinking about the actual details of what happened in the dream—although for some reason the screaming and yelling held particular interest to her, because not only did they sound so real, but they came to her in a strange way. But what was really going through her mind was that strange feeling that she had when she woke up. A feeling that resonated from inside her. A feeling she couldn’t even describe to herself, no matter how hard she tried.

She shook her head at Paul. “Promise you won’t think I’m crazy?”

“You mean you’re not crazy?” he joked.

She threw the salt packet at him that she had been nursing in her nervous hands the past few minutes. He smiled at her, but Taylor didn’t return the smile. “I’m serious, since I woke up… something hasn’t been right.”

“What do you mean?” Paul asked as he rubbed down his plain white shirt which was creased as if he hadn’t been bothered to iron it that morning. Taylor wondered for a moment if she ought to share her tips on how to make it look like you ironed. Which mainly consists of hanging up a shirt by the radiator or window in the hope it doesn’t at least smell because she’d forgotten to do a wash and ran out of clothes for work. She had noticed creases sometimes would just fall out on their own. Other times she would just cover up the creases with the use of a jacket or jumper.

Taylor took a gulp of the sugary coffee mess that she realised wasn’t actually doing much wonders for her hangover. In fact, all it was doing was giving her a horrible cheap coffee taste in her mouth to accompany the pain at her temples.

“Well, for a start, I had this weird dream—”

“You’re always having weird dreams.” Paul shrugged, cutting her off.

“Yeah, but this one was especially weird, I dreamt about the devil,” Taylor said as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“The devil?”

“Yeah, he was laughing at me, red, big horns, wings, tail, that sort of thing,” she started, leaning forward a little as if to try and talk a little quieter to Paul. “But I could hear things, like laughing, crying, screaming, I haven’t been able to get the voices out of my head all day. They keep coming and going.”

“Sounds like just a dream to me?” Paul shrugged again, taking a sip from his own coffee.

“I don’t know… aren’t dreams supposed to mean something?” Taylor frowned at her friend, feeling a little annoyed at his lack of empathy at the situation.

“If you believe in all that sort of stuff, sure.”

“It just feels different.” She sighed and sat back again.

“I’m sure when you get a decent night sleep tonight, you’ll feel better tomorrow.” Paul smiled.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right.” Taylor nodded unconvincingly while taking another sip of her coffee and wishing she could sneak a bit of alcohol into the drink. Although Paul was too observant, he’d notice. He’d already noticed she smelt of alcohol. Instead she sighed and just hoped he was right.

Read the previous chapters here:

Rose Garden Sanatorium – Prologue

Rose Garden Sanatorium – Chapter 1

Rose Garden Sanatorium – Chapter 2

Rose Garden Sanatorium – Chapter 3

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Rose Garden Sanatorium – Chapter 3

Since I have finally finished my first draft of ‘I fell in Love with a Psychopath’, I am back to my Rose Garden Sanatorium series! Now I’m posting up Chapter 3 of Book 1.

If you would like to read the first few chapters, here are the links:

Rose Garden Sanatorium – Prologue

Rose Garden Sanatorium – Chapter 1

Rose Garden Sanatorium – Chapter 2

 

Chapter 3

Officer Finley

 

“Sir, what’s going on?” asked a young woman with brown short cropped hair underneath a black army helmet that was strapped uncomfortably under her slightly pointy chin.

The young woman had rushed out of an official looking building that had been left behind her, along with the feeling of safety, as she hurried to keep up with her superior. Although the sense of dread didn’t stay behind, it was clearly following her and growing with every rushed step she took.

She dodged around her colleagues as they were marching towards a large black van that was parked on the road ahead, a few trees and bushes hiding it from the building behind.

She was dressed in what can only be described as an official black tactical uniform. The black trousers were being held up by a simple clip belt which also supported a number of holsters, one for her walky-talky to communicate with the rest of her team and others which possibly contained other interesting items needed for her mysterious missions. A hand gun was also strapped to the belt, it was required to be on her person at all times when on duty, whether on a mission or not. There were also a number of pockets, from the sleeves of her black jacket to the thighs on her trousers. Accompanying her tactical uniform, pockets, belt and helmet, she also held a large gun; a P90, held protectively tight to her chest, a customised infrared viewfinder installed on top of it along with other necessary adjustments to deal with potential unordinary targets. She rolled her shoulders up slightly to adjust the weight of her jacket, which held a heavy bullet-proof vest hidden underneath. The tactical uniform looked odd on the young woman’s small and skinny frame, which gave her a few annoying sexist comments from her male colleagues, but she knew she was just as capable as them.

Although she wouldn’t admit it, not to her superiors; Captain Stroud, nor the Director General and most certainly not to her comrades, but she was extremely nervous. Especially since the Director General himself was leading this mission.

“What you are trained to do, agent,” replied a tall, handsome and greying man, also in tactical uniform and another P90 held to his chest. The Director General, Duncan Ryan.

“Does this mean…” the woman started, but the man stopped his stride abruptly and turned around to look at her, giving her a stern look. The young Officer stopped herself and instantly fell quiet as her superior’s eyes searched her own.

After a few seconds, he spoke; “I suggest you leave the questions to me, is that clear?”

“Yes, sir,” she nodded, suddenly holding her posture authoritatively.

“Good, you will all find out soon enough what is going on,” the man said, and waved the woman and the rest of his team into the van, the door had been opened by Captain Stroud at the front of the group, who had a large black yet neatly trimmed beard to match his large dark sideburns underneath his own tactical helmet.

The woman climbed into the back of the van after the rest of her comrades, settling into a custom-made seat next to a man with bright red hair and a nervously worried face that could compete with her own. The Director General was the last to get in, shutting the van door behind him, plummeting the vehicle in eerie silent darkness and before her eyes were able to adjust to the sudden change, the van lurched forwards to take them to their destination.

The woman’s eyes fell on the outline of the man right by the door, clearly seeing he held his posture authoritatively himself, as he stared out into space. The woman wondered if he, the Director General, was just as scared as the rest of them, because she had a horrible feeling this wasn’t a drill.

 

Feel free to check out more of this story here on WattPad:

https://www.wattpad.com/story/124077410-rose-garden-sanatorium

Check out my WattPad profile where you can see other works I have in progress: https://www.wattpad.com/user/penny_bones16

(Do check out ‘I fell in love with a Psychopath’! This story is being updated daily with new chapters!)

Check out my first published paperback here on Amazon! https://www.amazon.co.uk/Its-My-Mistake-Penny-Hooper/dp/1985376709

First draft finished…! Phew!

While I’ve been busy with university work, job searching, master’s degree applications… I’ve been busy getting the first draft another one of my books finished (I fell in love with a psychopath), as of yesterday I have finally finished the first draft! PHEW!

I know there is still a lot of work that needs doing to it before it can be print ready, but I’m so glad I’ve got the first draft done! I’ve really enjoyed writing this one too…

If you’d like to read what I have already written, I have posted a few chapters already on WordPress, but I prefer to keep my WattPad account more up to date. So head over now to check it out.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/137106427-i-fell-in-love-with-a-psychopath

Now that my first draft of this piece of work is done, I can finally get back to my other work; Rose Garden Sanatorium.

If you’d like to read a bit of that, here’s the link to it on WattPad:

https://www.wattpad.com/story/124077410-rose-garden-sanatorium