Today’s genre: Sci-Fi/Historical
Word count: 368
In a cobbled and cold, small city of London is where we meet our 'heroine'. It’s 1871; the boom of the industrial revolution increased Britain’s rate of production in ways no-one could imagine, but with the revolution emerged a woman who would take the world in her hands and provide it with several useful gadgets, remedies for complex diseases, and time-effective solutions for basic chores, things that shouldn’t have been invented until at least two decades after.
Her name? Eloise Grantham. A genius in her – and the world’s – own right. If something that she wanted hadn’t been invented yet, it would be standing in her make-shift laboratory by the beginning of the next week.
Eloise had dual personalities working in tandem – her professional character was extremely hard-working, enthusiastic, and determined; endless lists would be created – tasks that she couldn’t go to bed without completing. However, her day off wouldn’t just be a day off, it would be a day off, you understand? She spent barely any time of the day awake and her lust for life would be sucked away. Yes, she was great at all of these fantastic inventions – all of her appliances at home were self-cleaning, whatever food she was craving would instantly appear in a little transparent grey box, and she had a ‘Clothes-Master 800’ that would stitch and create clothes unassisted whenever she wanted a new outfit.
She knew she was talented but she hated all of the praise that came with it – people would hail her as some sort of queen among peasants and mass amounts of adoring letters would arrive daily at her door (delivered using the postage system that she helped to mould…no-one hated late deliveries).
One night she decided that she had done enough for the masses; they had accumulated inventions, toys, machines, aids and cures that she had perfected and produced for over forty years. Her legacy was already set in stone and still is to this day. So, she said a silent farewell before allegedly ingesting a small red pill that she had designed to shut down all of the user’s internal organs.
I closed the holographic history book that I was revising from and sighed; how tragic.
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