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I had started to write a book passing in my own fantastical world which differs not much from early 20th century between the outbreak of the Great War and I built up some courage to post a copy of the first chapter here. I need some feedbacks and I would be very happy if you pass me along your thoughts about it and please do try not to sound so harsh for English is not my maternal language, yet I try my best to master it each day. It could be seem like a very dull story at the beginning, but yet again it is only the first chapter.

First Carol​

As we taken up approach trough the river of Thames, the odour of stinking fish guts and sweaty harbour rats became more of a sense mongreled with salty water of the northern sea. While I was still trying to distinguish the smell of different carcasses alike from each other, I heard a shouting coming from the upper deck "Land abroad!". Reason of notice was the difference of the ever undulating shrieks of gulls and waves striking to stern of the ship, so powerful as if we were in the middle of the ravaging Indian Ocean during a hazy mid-summer. A sillhouet of a men with broad shoulders appeared from the deck's hallway while a dim light striking from behind. As it started to come forward the light above my bunk enlightened his young but strong facial grits and complexion with a light skin and light-ash blond hair whilst his light-green eyes shined like the Tilia trees underneath the sun. "Land abroad, Brother." he repeated softly but with excitement as the kind of a juvenile like he was always, never grown up I sometimes thought . How did he got excited from such small and meaningless events, being so quick on draws is still a question in my mind. However everyone has a mindset of his own. As a reaction, I closed down the book in my hands, inscribing "Ellens Dritter Gesang, Übersezt bei Sir Walter Scott" on the tittle. Just as I stoop up and placed the book on the nightstand next to my bed a feeling of wooziness ocurred in my head. Never minding it, we walked out of the cabin, trough the deck's hallway and on to the first deck so that I may get a glimpse of the ever captivating and royal city of London. Without giving any attention to the downpour tickling on my fulsome besmirched hair, I raised my eyes towards the city. All became much more clearer when I saw the real, common harbour rats crawling around, doing heavy-duty and gutting fishes all over the pier, gulls and ravens mustering above rotting carcasses of animals, dark carriages with green lights on side as if it owned by the infamous Ripper of .london from the novels which I was reading back home that with the upmost of odds will end with corruption and death at hand, whores and catamites lining up singly at the back of a narrow and slightly decripit but obscure alley ways or escorting some middle-class gentlemen and petty beggars mooching and begging for a munch, in dire need of a tender bread or better well of tip of a currency to loot a putrid corpse, giving his last breath on the streets of contradictory. Apart from all these ill-descended poverty Karl seemed much more enthusiastic than I was whereas I looked aside, his droll but handsome face for it was ordinary that his bright eyes shined by torch at the deck's starboard side, dissilused his eager eyes which have been fixed twards the city itself. The sight of the moldy old world was enough so I returned to my cabin with Karl following from my behind and reckoned that time for congesting up once again had came. With an arm stroke I deluged all the letters coming from mother and the book which I was reading during the whole cruise from my nightstand into my trunk. I was amazed by my doing recently for it was a move coming from a rousing that I had exerted my self not to. It was a familiar yet so distanced feeling. Karl on the other hand was much more untroubled by his demenour for one could almost call him a whelp instead of a gentleman. The ship slowly started to clip his way twards the docks and our trip of four months was coming to an end. We have returned to the upper-deck with our trunks in our hands and watched as the petty dock workers and robust seamen tying the knots to the harbour stones and then after they finished knoting the ropes and drag the board against the dock we were able the leave our wooden floating prison. With a calm mannered haste we both singly evcuated the ship as the ship's passenger manifest was consisted by me and my brother only.
There she was, her wrinkles on her face could still be noticed from a far and the look on her eyes was still frightningly paralyzing, standing at a snobby stance, differs none from mother, in front of a carriage with another female looking much like of her younger version somaticly, another gambling companion of her's I supposed. "How was your trip my beloveds?" she asked directly with a ersatz countenance on her face. "It was very dull to be honest." I replied .My instance was to cut the conversation short for unlike her standing under an umbrella held by her coach driver we were getting soaky just as the seconds passed."Was it now? You must be very weary coming all the way down from Calais. Why don't you just give your lagguges to Hermann here…" noding her head to side twards the man holding the umbrella "… and step lightly in to the carriage? William is still waiting eagerly for your arrival." she said yet again with a false smile on her face. After we given up our lagguges to Hermann, I took her by the wrist whilst Karl took her companion's and aided them in entering the carriage by stairs. When all four of us were in the carriage, Hermann briskly closed the doors from outside and mounted himself up to driver's seat located up above our position. The sound of wheels hitting to cobblestone pavements had once again started heard by my eaers for I thought it will be very hard to make a conversation with this loud and irritating noise. "Allow me to present my daughter Karen" then Karen gently leaned her wrist twards us and both of us made a formal acquintance by kissing her silk glove on her hand. "A pleasure to meet you." we both instantly replied. Her piercing light-brown eyes much like her mothers's gazed upon both of us one by one. "How kind of you to render a visit on us." Karen said graciously. "How is your mother?" asked Lady Kathrine. Karl, taking the liberty of answering the question before me replied "She's geting much better now that her dreadful illness ceased pursuing her." Mother had always been sick for some reason. Some might say that it was our conducts that made her sick or our downgrading economic stature over the years for she was born with a silver-spoon on her mouth and never got quite along with all this downfall after marying with father. Never the less she had always been a high ranking political figure on the state assembly. When I looked outside from the dusty windows of the carriage one could have guessed that we were advancing twards a more upper-class belt of London for the architecture of the buildings and clothing of the people strolling on the pavements were becoming more lavished and elegant. "Tell me. Does the weather of London is always like this?" I asked tartly. With a courteously manner "I am afraid it is." replied Karen. Then the carriage came to a halt in front of a building not much bigger then our manor in Graz with two servants standing in front of the it and waiting for our arival. "We have arrived Madam!" shouted Hermann from the top of the carriage. Moreover he dismounted from his posistion, took the lagguges down from the top and gave them to the younger servant with copper hair and highly intensed freckled face Then after he opened the doors of the carriage and took Lady Cathrine by the hand, aiding her down the stairs of the carriage. As we all in order descended from the carriage an awe of signifigance of this house was quite similiar to our manor back in Graz struck me still.
The younger servant entered to house before us with the lugguges while the other older servant with cropeped hair on the both side of his head as if he was a man of the clot opened the umbrella in his hand, took her by the hand and escorted Lady Katherine to the large-attributed single entrence door, climbing several steps on their way. Hermann, the coach driver then ceased following us. Further more we followed them to inside. The entrence hall was quite unembelished . The walls consisted of panelling and the floor was made of mahogany wood. As we made our way to the main hall a portrait of an elderly man with ghastly look in his eyes above the fireplace took my atteintion first for one could have said that the house had a past history of its own rather than being in the service as a humble abode of the Rienard Family for centuries considering the house looked much more older than to be claimd by a Niveau-Riche, formerly middle-class household much like Reinard Blood itself. The main hall unlike the entrence hall had more of a extravagantly furnished look with burgundy fabrics and pillows on the couches and armchairs gave it air of a bordel. After the older servant took our coats one by one we proceeded twards the couches in the main hall. "Do summon Lord William and tell him that our guests are waiting for him in the main hall." ordered to older servant Lady Kathrine. " Then the most handsome scene that I had ever endured and saw in my entire court but fulfilling lifespan on my own reckoning, yet a piece which will embolish my future reaves relentlessly and unwilingly entered the room. Young boy as ever, definetly was the youngour of the twins and his nordic attributes like a body of an adonis and ligtly fulsome, croped hair toning so ardently as if the God himself endevored in his becoming by employing a distinctive saturated tone out of his pallet which he used to create the sun itself. Though I urged myself not to come into an arrousement of any kind, for I reckoned that I knew myself better in the event of such intrigues are only but temporary and will likely to result in discontent and unsatisfaction as my past experiences recomended. Nevertheless I found myself attracted to his wild and despising gaze. His eyes of flames assunder that once melted the earth itself to ashes crumbling down before my own vision were now combusting my pelvic area at a most higher degree. As he started draw closer, a question rather came in to my mind; how could such a stud bred from that sicafantic, miserable hag mother of his? Even the posture they maintained both told the otherwise, I thought as he answered his summons by remaining silent gave him an air of mystery which was somewhat seemed very alluring. The truth in conclusion was either he was very daring and dum or more cunning and sinister as I very much anticapeted from his despising demenour but either way I was already intrigued by this fellow disturbingly, for I turned my head slightly aside to see Karl's eyes once again illiminuated by the fireplace down above the abominable portrait, and pupils leveled lustfuly twards the lad, for I dared to say that my gusting of the boy was not a matter of taste but rather an instinct winding up from the human nature itself. Then I came to realise that we were presenting ourselves as if we were nothing more than savage Spartans looking forward to ravage their plunder of a man after a bloodthirsty battle to prove their masculinity by sodomizing their bondsman taken in to their posession as a prize. Supposedly maladjusted by the current picture in the room, Lady Kathrine took the first step to proceed twards the indroductions; "As you well may figured it out by now, for I believe you already knew eachother…" turning twards the boy "… how long before was it my dear?" the lad interupting his mother's speech before it cameto an end "As I recollect that it was six years previously." briefly responded with a grim and coarse tone as if he was loathed by some kind of misscompertment mainly our presence might be for I could have recalled none.

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