The End of the World, Part #1

[a1653 77]

This is a new series, which will start slow, so please be patient. Without further ado, jump in, and read!

The Davison Hall, Dartmoor, Devon, England, 1887

The man walked up the main path, the gravel crunching under his expensive black shoes. He was wearing black trousers, a long, black morning coat, white leather dress gloves, a silk top hat, and a cravat. His tall, gold-topped cane swung with his stride. The path was lined on both sides by roses of all colours. Beyond the roses lay massive gardens, which contained flowers, many of exotic origin. Beyond those lay the vast expanses of that desert of foliage which is called Dartmoor. In front of the man lay his family hall, Davison Hall. His home. As he walked along the path, the lone gardener tending to the gardens that afternoon greeted him, saying, "Good afternoon, your Lordship." "Good afternoon, Alfred", he replied. 

A short time later, he ascended the stairs to the front door of his mansion. He was greeted by his wife, Lady Eleanor. "Good Afternoon, Charles. I trust your day has been well?" she said. "My day has been well, thank you.", he replied. "It is 4 o'clock, dear, and the party is at 7. Surely we can go for a walk on the moor?", he asked. "Yes", she replied. 

Off they went, talking about this and that as they walked. As they walked, they passed the Great Mire, a vast expanse of soggy ground, known for dragging anything that came into it downwards, to reside with all the other animals, people, and things that had been sucked into it. After a while, they set off home. When they arrived back at the hall, they changed once again into their evening attire. Charles wore black pointy shoes, black trousers, a black morning coat, white leather dress gloves, a white shirt and bow tie, and a silk top hat. Lady Eleanor wore a red silk dress with copper accents, a bustle, and short sleeves, along with a pair of white silken opera gloves, a pair of shiny red shoes, and a ruby pendant. Then they set off in their Rolls Royce Silver Ghost towards their host, Count Wentworth, and his family home, Wentworth Hall.

They entered the driveway that led towards Wentworth Hall half an hour early, to the sight of last-minute preparations being carried out, in preparation for the coming party. A short while later, they were greeted by the Count himself, who had been out for a walk with his wife and had just returned. Count Adam Wentworth and his wife, Countess Maria Wentworth were close friends of the Davison's. The friendship had come about in school, with the Count and his Lordship finding common ground, and striking up a close friendship. The Count proposed that they all might enjoy seeing his small private museum, in the right wing of the mansion. They agreed, and the group whiled away time until it was time for the party. Now, I shan't detail the party, as it is of no matter, nor interest, neither does it have any meaningful relation to my story.

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A very well written piece and I really find it intriguing how you will bring forth a story deserving of the title. Well, I believe that you do have a plan for that. I can't wait for the next parts from you, and I do have high expectations for them. All the best for your series.

My suggestion is for you to combine 2 parts to make the pieces longer.

 

[a1653 77]

Thank you. I have no real complicated plans currently for this series, but it may evolve in some a bit more complex. 

[Lose 881]

A promising start to a series! Excited to read more in the future.

[a1653 77]

On 6/16/2021 at 5:12 PM, Lose said:

A promising start to a series! Excited to read more in the future.

Thank you, my dear @Lose! There will certainly be more coming, probably next week.

[NuclearPakistanii 224]

On 6/13/2021 at 11:22 AM, a1653 said:

This is a new series, which will start slow, so please be patient. Without further ado, jump in, and read!

The Davison Hall, Dartmoor, Devon, England, 1887

The man walked up the main path, the gravel crunching under his expensive black shoes. He was wearing black trousers, a long, black morning coat, white leather dress gloves, a silk top hat, and a cravat. His tall, gold-topped cane swung with his stride. The path was lined on both sides by roses of all colours. Beyond the roses lay massive gardens, which contained flowers, many of exotic origin. Beyond those lay the vast expanses of that desert of foliage which is called Dartmoor. In front of the man lay his family hall, Davison Hall. His home. As he walked along the path, the lone gardener tending to the gardens that afternoon greeted him, saying, "Good afternoon, your Lordship." "Good afternoon, Alfred", he replied. 

A short time later, he ascended the stairs to the front door of his mansion. He was greeted by his wife, Lady Eleanor. "Good Afternoon, Charles. I trust your day has been well?" she said. "My day has been well, thank you.", he replied. "It is 4 o'clock, dear, and the party is at 7. Surely we can go for a walk on the moor?", he asked. "Yes", she replied. 

Off they went, talking about this and that as they walked. As they walked, they passed the Great Mire, a vast expanse of soggy ground, known for dragging anything that came into it downwards, to reside with all the other animals, people, and things that had been sucked into it. After a while, they set off home. When they arrived back at the hall, they changed once again into their evening attire. Charles wore black pointy shoes, black trousers, a black morning coat, white leather dress gloves, a white shirt and bow tie, and a silk top hat. Lady Eleanor wore a red silk dress with copper accents, a bustle, and short sleeves, along with a pair of white silken opera gloves, a pair of shiny red shoes, and a ruby pendant. Then they set off in their Rolls Royce Silver Ghost towards their host, Count Wentworth, and his family home, Wentworth Hall.

They entered the driveway that led towards Wentworth Hall half an hour early, to the sight of last-minute preparations being carried out, in preparation for the coming party. A short while later, they were greeted by the Count himself, who had been out for a walk with his wife and had just returned. Count Adam Wentworth and his wife, Countess Maria Wentworth were close friends of the Davison's. The friendship had come about in school, with the Count and his Lordship finding common ground, and striking up a close friendship. The Count proposed that they all might enjoy seeing his small private museum, in the right wing of the mansion. They agreed, and the group whiled away time until it was time for the party. Now, I shan't detail the party, as it is of no matter, nor interest, neither does it have any meaningful relation to my story.

The start to the story is amazing, Cant wait to see the rest of it, when are u planning on releasing it

[a1653 77]

By the end of next week.