Wonderland Again Chapter 3 The morning sun broke over the horizon. Four years had passed since Alice and Kelsie arrived back in England. The Kingsley manor stood boldly as the sun lit up her cold stone walls. The green and lush garden was coated with a sprinkling of sweet dew. A small sparrow sat in a large oak tree in a far corner of the garden, singing with delight at the new morning. In her room, Kelsie began her ritual-like morning routine. She clambered out of her soft, comfy bed, pulling her night dress with her. She shuffled across the room toward a white, wooden make-up desk in the corner. Next to it stood a dainty chair. Thrown over the chair was a fine lilac dress, lace sewn around its base and sleeves. A child's corset was peeking out from under the delicate, purple material. Kelsie drifted over whilst removing her night dress. She tugged the corset out from beneath it and pulled it over her head and shoulders, to fit snugly around her chest. The la
Wonderland Again Chapter Two It was after nine before Alice and her family reached home. The horse drawn carraige rattled down a long cobble driveway. The bright moon lit the way for the carraige driver. Alice gazed outside at the moonlit manor house. She studied its many windows and intricate detail carved into its old walls. She watched in awe as the last home she remembered was a small terraced house in the middle of London."It's beautiful, mother! How ever did you afford it?" Alice asked."I inherited some money from my parents not long after you left" Alice's mothers smiled. There was a slight coldness in her voice. Either because of the fact that her parents had passed on, or because Alice had the cheek to ask about financial issues. Alice grinned with a hint of niavity at her mother, and then looked at her lap where Kelsie had rested her tired head. You'll love it here Kels. A proper home Alice thought to herself. She stroked Kelsie's hair whilst gazing outside again.
Wonderland Again Chapter One Off the coast of Southern England, was a boat. A large wooden ship. It was sailing in the direction of Old London town, a wonderful and modern place. The hull of the ship crashed and banged against the rippling waves of the English Channel. At the bow of the creaking ship stood a young, blonde woman. Her long, lucious locks floated in the sea breeze, and would regularly stop to rest on her back and shoulders. She was dressed in a thick brown coat, a deep red waistcoat and coarse brown trousers. A pocket watch sat in her waist coat with the gold chain peaking out and hang loose. She seemed almost masculine, considering she was absolutely female. She was on her way home. She was returning from a long and constructive stay in China. She was carrying out a dream. Her father's dream. The late Charles Kingsley had passed away over ten years ago. It was his dream to expand his trade throughout the world. The young woman, Alice Kingsley, took it apon herself