~A Mystery by hectorberlioz~

[hectorberlioz]

ok, this is what I've been working on...
Its a story about a young studnet who arranges his father's death to inherit his father's wealth. thats not the only reason though; he nevr grew up liking his father, and he hardly ever saw him. his father was a drunk; though not a poor one; for he managed a printing press.
I havent written much of it. and I'll update here when I can.
Enjoy, and please feel free to make suggestions.

This is a story about revenge.
The young student of this account had had a hard life, and it took him a while to actually realize the horrendousness of his crime, which I will relate to you.
Chapter 1 in which I, (the narrator) introduce the Barnall family to you the reader.
He’d hardly ever seen his father, and therefore never took to liking him in the least. And there were reasons aplenty to dislike Mr. Edward Barnall. Mr. Barnall was known for two things in this small village, Shire, in north England. And that was for managing a large and successful printing press, and for crawling out of pubs drunker than drunk.
Of his four children, Edmond was the second, and the most rebellious. He was always troubled or making trouble. And his mother Agnes had quite a trying time with him. When he came of age 17, his parents put him to a boarding school near N____; where he lived until he was into his 22nd year. On the summer of this 22nd birthday, he came home to his birth town to see his siblings, and to stay for Christmas. When Christmastime came around, his father came home drunk for Christmas Eve. The whole of the family (visiting relatives included) were ashamed, but not shocked.
This is where an intense hate for his father was kindled in the heart of young Edmond. The family had stared at him in shame as he limped in, still very drunk. The entire village wondered themselves how this foolish man kept up with a large printing press. But there was also rumor that the slow decline of this press, Barnall & co was not far off. Talk that it would not be long before the press was closed, was spreading like wildfire throughout the village and beyond. It was said that Barnall was not being funded anymore, that he had not sold enough in recent years for the press to stay up.

and as you can see, I still have a lot to develop.