Geography Help (English people!!)

[GSLeloo]

Ok in planning a setting for a new story I'm gonna write... I need a little bit of help. from our foreign members, England to be specific... I need a place somewhere semi-close to London, like hours distance? But it's like countryside and spacious enough to have a huge mansion on it with no towns nearby. Any help?

[Miss X]

I would suggest somewhere in Kent, its known as the garden of England, cos its so pretty. About 70 miles from London too.
There is a lovely hamlet called Birchenden which is outside the main town in Kent, Canterbery. Its very nice, secluded and would deffinatly have room for a mansion and stuff. My Dad moved there, because its out of the way, had enough room for him to build a house, and has easy access to the City. Sounds like what you're looking for.
Feel free to U2U or IM me if you need any more help.
Vx

[GSLeloo]

Ok I just wrote this so it could probably use some sprucing up but... tell me what you think of it for an opening.


Church bells rang solemnly through the still afternoon air. The priest’s monotone voice was a constant babble through the graveyard and although most seemed focused on him, Catherine was not. Only seven years old, it should have been hard for Catherine to understand why she would never see her parents again. But it wasn’t. If you asked Catherine years later when she believed she truly became an adult, she would reply when she seven. Her parents were dead and she understood what that meant because they had been brutally murdered in front of her in what was once their home in Birchenden. Now, she did not hear the priest telling his audience of the wonders of God and how Lady Rebecca and Lord Henry were resting with him. Instead she heard the sound of her mother screaming as she gazed at the grave that now belonged to her.

[Camri]

Leloo is very talented.

I took the last story she showed me to a friend of mine who is a writing instructor at the community college here, with her permission. He was very impressed. He said she shows a lot of natural talent and ability, and with some instruction she could do great things.

He said he would write a letter of encouragement, and get that to me to pass on. I'll scan it and send it to you as soon as I get it, Leloo. Keep writing, and don't let anyone discourage you.

[Notsosweet]

Yay ! Monster i like it alot .. keep writing i want to read more of it :D

Oops i forgot to add that i also passed the other story on .. to my mother who has a PH.D in English and teaches here at a Ca. University. She is still making comments on it and when i get it back from her i will send it on to Leloo. She was also very impressed. I agree with Camri.. Dont let anyone discourage you .. Keep at it you are truly talented !!!

[Edited on 10-1-2003 by Notsosweet]

[Syberus]

Good job sweetie. You guys should read her other story. She had to write it for class, and it was a GS theme sorta deal where she wrote about the Krolvin invasion on Teras. Very good stuff. As always excellent work.

Syb

[Drakam-GS]

Excellent work again Leloo! I've read both stories that she's done and they just keep you interested throughout the story cause they are so well written. the story that Syberus mentioned is excellent and with my help with more ideas I think the story would be very much publishable. Don't let anyone tell you different Leloo, you have real talent for writing!

[GSLeloo]

Ok just cause I started that one scene I'll give what I THINK is the ending for it right now. Just in case anyone just wanted to see how the opening was.


The priest had the appearance of a smoking dragon and each word he spoke produced more smoke. Tears froze on the cheeks of lesser ladies while the more esteemed ladies had long since perfected the art of appearing incredibly sorry without ever portraying a single emotion. None of this even registered to Catherine. She appeared to be the perfect English lady, an emotionless statue. Inside, though, a single scene was playing in her mind like a broken record. Like a house of mirrors, everywhere she looked reflected the same scene and one single face could send all the mirrors crashing to the ground and leave an even more horrific end.
A hand grasped her shoulder, the fingers digging into her just enough to cause pain without being obvious to anyone else. The scene was gone and screaming temporarily suspended as Catherine looked up at the face of the man who grabbed her. His face was colder than the air around them and as hard as the tombstone. A glint of cruelty shined in his eyes and his lips never seemed to be blessed with a smile.
Fingers dug harder into her shoulder as he turned her away from the grave and slowly led her towards the paparazzi that waited like vultures. Lights flashed quickly in her face as questions were hurled at her from the surrounding crowd. Far from respectful, they were cruel, questions with meanings far too horrible for her to be able to understand. To her, it felt like they wanted to swallow her up until all that was left was a photograph and a story. The hand on her shoulder was gone and she was left alone with the vultures.
“Did your mother scream for help?”
“Did you know the man who murdered them?”
“Did you help him?”
“Are you part of a satanic cult?”
“Did you want your parents to die?”
Tears welled up in her eyes and they were no longer reporters or even vultures, they were the dead trying to drag her down to be with her parents. Before a single cry could escape her throat, hands wrapped around her waist and she was picked up into the arms of another man and quickly carried away from the paparazzi. This wasn’t the cruel, cold man she saw before; this man was warm and had kind eyes and gentle hands. Catherine recognized him as Lyon, headmaster of the private school she attended. He held her gently against him and for the first time Catherine allowed herself to cry for the loss of her only family.