This is really something entirely random, unedited I came up in about 15 minuets so I am not asking you tell me how cliche it is since I am entirely aware of that. I am terrible at grammar so could you please point out the mistakes and explain them so I can try not to repeat them? Thanks 
Random excerpt: I was standing at the end of the largest Catholic Church in the Mittelsachsen district. My back dully ached from the years of terrible posture which mounted upon each other to produce the pain I still had yet to entirely ignore. The pews, sprinkled with generous amounts of brightly colored late afternoon sunlight due to the brilliant stained glass, held large amounts men, women and children all with such a stately posture and their hands folded in their laps. They must have been Gerolf’s friends and family; he was a rather charismatic man.
Uncle Niklas was the exception as he entrapped a dark clad knee with the opposite leg and folded arms across his broad chest as his thin, bloodless lips pursed quizzically. He did not like my betrothed very much at all, the man took on the role of a protective, sometimes even to the point of preposterousness, father. Though I much rather would have a liked a friend then a father in my company.
I felt slightly more poised in the gold tinged layered dress and the gossamer veil which cut abruptly before it caressed the dark rouge carpet. Still my thick, wiry auburn hair remained a curtain to conceal what I was determined to keep hidden even if everyone had already seen. My caramel colored eye which remained uncovered was fixed on the immense doors until they were to open.
It was not accustomed for the bride to wait for the groom but Gerolf always seemed to be late, always had something to do of the utmost importance. Niklas was the only one who appeared the least bit flustered, glancing back at the varnished rosewood, leaving very little time to hang in the air prior to repeating the process numerous times.
The priest, who captured the exact image of one that accompanies the word, stood entirely with a serene disposition and a bible clasped his hands, did not seem at all bemused at the groom’s absence as if it happened all the time. That his large, burly arms would open the doors and he was to walk down the aisle.
My heart beneath the bodice did not beat any faster then normal, I did not love him in the least. But I knew that their would never be a man I loved who would love me in return so spinsterhood would be my fate should his proposal be refused. I could not understand how he could have any feelings for me, it was not merely by my looks and mannerisms alone that I drew my confusion, it was the fact I had only known him for two weeks. Life was a mystery I suppose.
The answer came to me as a decent sized rock hit my cheek and a small boy with dirt smudged cheeks stood slightly with his hands removed from his knees. Soon stones and boisterous, mocking laughter filled the room as everyone’s hands were unfolded. Had it been larger rocks to increase the pain I would not have to focus so much on the terrible degradation. Hot tears scalded my rough skinned cheeks as I ran from the church, Niklas in tumult behind me, shouting curses at the jeering crowd.
I hated my father; it was not at all an exaggeration to say it was his fault, not a childish assumption from a brat who attempts to escape all responsibility.
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Random excerpt: I was standing at the end of the largest Catholic Church in the Mittelsachsen district. My back dully ached from the years of terrible posture which mounted upon each other to produce the pain I still had yet to entirely ignore. The pews, sprinkled with generous amounts of brightly colored late afternoon sunlight due to the brilliant stained glass, held large amounts men, women and children all with such a stately posture and their hands folded in their laps. They must have been Gerolf’s friends and family; he was a rather charismatic man.
Uncle Niklas was the exception as he entrapped a dark clad knee with the opposite leg and folded arms across his broad chest as his thin, bloodless lips pursed quizzically. He did not like my betrothed very much at all, the man took on the role of a protective, sometimes even to the point of preposterousness, father. Though I much rather would have a liked a friend then a father in my company.
I felt slightly more poised in the gold tinged layered dress and the gossamer veil which cut abruptly before it caressed the dark rouge carpet. Still my thick, wiry auburn hair remained a curtain to conceal what I was determined to keep hidden even if everyone had already seen. My caramel colored eye which remained uncovered was fixed on the immense doors until they were to open.
It was not accustomed for the bride to wait for the groom but Gerolf always seemed to be late, always had something to do of the utmost importance. Niklas was the only one who appeared the least bit flustered, glancing back at the varnished rosewood, leaving very little time to hang in the air prior to repeating the process numerous times.
The priest, who captured the exact image of one that accompanies the word, stood entirely with a serene disposition and a bible clasped his hands, did not seem at all bemused at the groom’s absence as if it happened all the time. That his large, burly arms would open the doors and he was to walk down the aisle.
My heart beneath the bodice did not beat any faster then normal, I did not love him in the least. But I knew that their would never be a man I loved who would love me in return so spinsterhood would be my fate should his proposal be refused. I could not understand how he could have any feelings for me, it was not merely by my looks and mannerisms alone that I drew my confusion, it was the fact I had only known him for two weeks. Life was a mystery I suppose.
The answer came to me as a decent sized rock hit my cheek and a small boy with dirt smudged cheeks stood slightly with his hands removed from his knees. Soon stones and boisterous, mocking laughter filled the room as everyone’s hands were unfolded. Had it been larger rocks to increase the pain I would not have to focus so much on the terrible degradation. Hot tears scalded my rough skinned cheeks as I ran from the church, Niklas in tumult behind me, shouting curses at the jeering crowd.
I hated my father; it was not at all an exaggeration to say it was his fault, not a childish assumption from a brat who attempts to escape all responsibility.
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Please and thank you. If you wish, also post a link to a question of yours and I will try to answer it the best I can.