Today’s writing prompt comes from Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights. I wrote my completed excerpt with a Pilot Metropolitan fine nib fountain pen using Pilot Iroshizuku Kon-peki ink. The prompt is a total of 213 words.
I ran out of ink half way through. The top section looks like a true royal blue and the bottom looks like the normal kon-peki.
This was Heathcliff’s first introduction to the family. On coming back a
few days afterwards (for I did not consider my banishment perpetual), I
found they had christened him ‘Heathcliff’: it was the name of a son who
died in childhood, and it has served him ever since, both for Christian
and surname. Miss Cathy and he were now very thick; but Hindley hated
him: and to say the truth I did the same; and we plagued and went on with
him shamefully: for I wasn’t reasonable enough to feel my injustice, and
the mistress never put in a word on his behalf when she saw him wronged.
He seemed a sullen, patient child; hardened, perhaps, to ill-treatment:
he would stand Hindley’s blows without winking or shedding a tear, and my
pinches moved him only to draw in a breath and open his eyes, as if he
had hurt himself by accident, and nobody was to blame. This endurance
made old Earnshaw furious, when he discovered his son persecuting the
poor fatherless child, as he called him. He took to Heathcliff
strangely, believing all he said (for that matter, he said precious
little, and generally the truth), and petting him up far above Cathy, who
was too mischievous and wayward for a favourite.