Day Eight: Death to Adverbs

It was a  beautiful spring morning. The leaves and flowers had just started budding. The thoughts of facing another day confined in a physical and mental space paralyzed her senses yet again but this time around she fought back those thoughts. She drew strength from deep within and decided to make it a remarkable day.

She lived in a community she had never explored so she grabbed the keys to the car like never before and with a little search on the map she drove down a road she had never been, alone. She found the place. It was slightly uphill. She accelerated up the lonesome road lined with high trees on both sides. The tyres creaked pretty loud for it was still and quiet all around.

Eager to take in the beauty before her, she slammed the door behind her. She trailed the signposts stationed at intervals along the gravelled  path. The first structure she walked pass was the original 18th century barn to her right which had relics from that era staged in there. The main attraction was further away so she pressed on along her way.


Montpelier Mansion located south of Laurel in Prince George’s County, Maryland, USA.

From a distance after the bend, there stood the mansion in all its old glory sitting right bang in the middle of seventy acres of well manicured lawns, shrubs and trees. One of her many childhood fantasies was about to be fulfilled even if only for a moment. A chance to tour an 18th century mansion. Not just any mansion, this one welcomed the famous Franklin D. Roosevelt and George Washington at least twice!

Using modern technology, she defrayed $3 at the register in the historic relic and all by herself she toured its nook and crannies. She captured images of more than three centuries old objects in her mind for flashes were not allowed in there.  Some original photos were kept behind dark velvet curtains just to preserve them.

The heights of the beds in all the bedrooms left her stunned, you’d need a ladder to climb into one. The hallway on the ground floor was long and wide. It was often used as a dancing area when hosting parties the description plaque in there read. On either sides was the dinning room and a parlour with its preserved 18th century setting.

In general, the mansion oozed old, nostalgic and somewhat a haunted sense of feeling but to her it was good. It was different, at least. It took her away from the new, from her unwelcoming reality. She exited the building with a feeling of one who had just time traveled. She savoured the experience, the moment.

She exhaled without restrain. She beamed from ear to ear as she gazed at the luscious flower garden next to the old mansion but was soon snapped back into the 21st century sphere by the buzzing sound of her cellular. she stared with contempt at the device that interrupted her delight.


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Writing 101: Day Eight: Death to Adverbs

“Go to a public location and make a detailed report of what you see. The twist of the day? Write the post without adverbs.


9 thoughts on “Day Eight: Death to Adverbs

  1. Nice descriptions. And you sounded like you knew the place. 🙂 And you were into it. Very few adverbs. Good job. 🙂 I like the picture you chose too. Of course for a historian reading it, I would like the picture and subject.
    Much Respect

  2. Can I tell you I’m in love with your work.. 🙂 nice post NW…loved the descriptions and the pic…love visiting historical buildings myself…delighted to read it! 🙂

  3. Put It Together 4 U says:

    Well, I pretty much echo all that Ronovan said! I was definitely there with you. Amazing writing! I enjoyed walking with you while being wrapped with all of that beauty! Thank you for the trip! 😀 (Loved the title as well, by the way.)

    ~ Angela

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