Hi everyone!
I've finally finished my fanfic yay!
It's based on the fairytale Cinderella, but it's a different setting.Some of the charachters have changed..it's a modern day cinderella type thing..
It's quite long so you'd better get some popcorn before you start to read it.haha..
This is my first time writing fanfic and man it was a task.
Anyways hope you guys like it!
He was born the eldest child into a seemingly ‘perfect’ uptown suburban family.
His parents were rich...University educated doctors…Living in three story luxury with everything you think a boy could want. His family had it all…
All… except for happiness..
They say that money can buy you love..
In this case… totally not true..
Money bought them the image..The charade of happiness..
Especially for him..For Ben..
He was the popular guy at school, he was captain of the rugby team.
His girlfriend was the hottest chick in school, and there was no shortage of guys lining up wanting to be his best friend..
He had everything..but yet he had nothing..
Ben was hiding his true self from everyone..
Lying in bed every night, confused as to why he was crying..
He had no answer..
He was an empty soul, searching for that what was missing…
She was born an only child into a loving family.
Her family was old money..Her Father inherited his mother’s fortune when she died..
Her family was rich..But they weren’t about the money..
They were a happy family..
Her Mother was a beautiful being, and her father was a wonderful caring man.
She loved her parents dearly..
She had a wonderful life..
Until one day,when it all changed..
When Jemma came home from school, she went about things as usual..
But hours passed and her parents hadn’t come home yet..
Worried, Jemma tried to call their cellphone..
But no answer..
Then it came.
Knock knock..
It was the police
They came bearing horrible news..
Her parents had died in a car accident.
Jemmas world came crashing down, nothing could make this any worse…
Days later, another knock came at the door.
Knock knock.
It was her father’s half sister..
Her aunt..
She was an evil spirited woman, who had permanent dollar signs flashing in front of her eyes.
With her came her aunt’s two daughters..Mightly ugly on the inside and out..
Her Aunt took over her Father’s money and changed everything..
Jemma now lived in the attic; her Aunt was horrible to her..
She had to clean, cook, she was their slave..
Jemmas wonderful life had vanished..
Lying in bed every night, she would cry..
She was now an empty soul, searching for something to fill what was missing..
This is a story about a boy, and a girl, and love..
Ben and Jemma..
It was Monday..Back to school.
His clothes were already laid out, breakfast made for him and his lunch money on the table..
“Bye Ben, have a great day at school, your father and I will be late home again tonight. We’re swamped at work” This is typical, Ben’s Mum squeeled this just about every morning before she went to work.
Her clothes were missing; she looked out the window to find that her two cousins had thrown them in the pool.
“Jemma!! Where’s my breakfast?!!” Her Aunt’s voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard in the morning.
She pulled her hair back and quickly ran down to the kitchen.
This is typical, this is how it was for Jemma everyday now..
Brrrriingg!
Everyone runs into class..
“O.K everyone, I’ve got the tests results from last weeks test”
Ohh no, Ben sinks into his chair..He knows what’s coming..
Quietly confident, Jemma knew she’d get a good mark..English was her strongest subject..
Squinting his eyes, Ben looked at his test..N.A on the front..He failed.
Come and see me after class Ben, was written below it.
Flipping the sheet over, Jemma smiles..E on the front..She had got Excellence.
Come and see me after class Jemma, was also written on her paper aswell.
Class finishes.
He slowly makes his way up to the teacher’s desk.
She does the same.
“Ben, this is the third assesment you’ve failed this year for english.We’ve got two more left, both worth half of your course credits..If you pass these, you’ll just be able to save yourself from failing english”….Ben realises that if he fails english, he won’t get his scholarship to play rugby next year..
“I want you to pass Ben, and I know you won’t be able to do it by yourself so…I want you to meet your tutor… Jemma..”
“WHAT!” both of them shellshocked..
“There’s no way I’m getting tutored by a girl sir!” Ben said
“Who says I want to tutor you anyway!” Jemma said.
“Hey hey, that’s enough you two..Now..There’s no choice..Jemma you have to tutor him and Ben you have to let her tutor you..She’s the top of the class..End of discussion”
“Our next assesment is in two months, so you two better start today”
Jemma couldn’t believe this, with what little time she had to herself she had to tutor Ben, whom from first impressions she disliked very much.
He couldn’t believed it either, getting tutored…hah what are his friends going to say..
Days passed and Ben and Jemma spent nearly every spare moment they had together..
It wasn’t as bad as they both thought it was..
There was something about Jemma that Ben found comforting, he had never met a girl like her before.. she had a good heart..
He could be himself around her, she was a good tutor too. He was starting to improve..
Lying in bed every night, he wasn’t crying anymore..He would find himself thinking about her..about Jemma..
Everyday was hard work for Jemma, having to do everything for her Aunt and cousins..They treated her badly..
But she was finding that ever since she met Ben, these things didn’t affect her as much as they used to.
She looked forward to seeing him everyday..He gave her hope..
Two months had passed and the day arrived, it was the day of the assesment.
Just before the test started Ben gave Jemma a bracelet, there was half a pendant on it. She had one half, and he had the other..
“Thank you ben” Jemma whispered.
“It’s ok Jem, ” ….Ben was falling for her.You could tell by the way he looked at her.
But, there was one problem..If you don’t remember, Ben already had a Girlfriend.
Victoria, and she was best friends with whom else but Jemma’s two evil cousins..
The school Ball was coming up and Ben really wanted to go with Jemma..
He was trying to figure out a plan so that he could break up with Victoria, tell Jemma how he feels and ask her to go to the ball with him.
Needing help, he went to his friends for advice..
He was nervous to tell her in person, so they suggested he write Jemma a letter.
In the letter, he told Jemma about how he felt..He was empty before she came along..She was the thing that was missing from his life.He wrote that if she felt the same way about him then to meet him in the courtyard just before the ball starts and then they could be together.
Jemma was sick at home, so he was unable to give the letter to her, so… he stupidly gave the letter to her cousins to pass on..
Opening the letter, her cousins read of Ben’s feelings and his plans on the night. No no no..They couldn’t let this happen….They definetly didn’t want Jemma to be happy. So, when they got home they hid the letter in the garden.
Jemma was lying in bed, daydreaming about Ben.
She had no idea of the mischief her two cousins had just been up to.
She really wanted to go with Ben, she was waiting for him to ask her..
She would only go if Ben asked her..
It was the day of the ball and Ben was looking forward to it, dreaming of what Jemma would say to him if she turned up.
Jemma had no idea of the arrangements because she had never received the letter..
She waited by the phone..Maybe he would call her…He did not call..She still waited..But he did not call..
Her heart was broken….
Not knowing that Jemma hadn’t received the letter, he waited for her still in the courtyard..
But she was not coming…
He waited and waited for her…
She still did not come..
His heart was broken…
The clock struck eight..The ball had started..
He went inside without her..
So upset, Jemma couldn’t sit still..
She put on her coat and went outside to get some fresh air..
The wind was strong..
She walked down to the garden and sat there.
Face buried in her hands..There was silence..
Until…..Ssmack!
“Ouch!”
The wind had blown something into her face….
It was the letter..
Tears fell down her face as she read the letter….
She realised what had happened.
“I’ve got to tell him how I feel!”.
Jemma ran upstairs and put on her dress..
She did her hair and make-up..She looked beautiful.
She ran down the stairs and sprinted to the ball as fast as she could..Hoping that Ben would still be there..
Ben had just about enough..He didn’t want to be there anymore..Not if Jemma wasn’t there..He was going to leave..
Jemma was nearly there…
Ben was leaving, he picked up his bag and started to walk out the door….
Then, he heard her voice
“Ben!!, Ben!!, wait!” it was Jemma. She got there just in time..
Ben turned, he looked up..Jemma was running down the stairs after him..
She looked beautiful.
He picked her up as she came towards him..Swinging her around in his arms.
“ I need to tell you something, Jemma said”
“ I didn’t get your letter til now..I was waiting for you to tell me how you felt..I thought you didn’t feel the same about me..So, I stayed home..You need to know that I feel the same way about you..You are what I’ve been searching for..you are what’s missing in my life.
So elated, Ben draws her nearer to him…
He’s crying, he is so happy..
She is crying, she is so happy…
They kiss…
This was it, the boy and the girl had found their missing piece..
They had found love…
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
What do you think?
Hey guy's
Just wanted to know your guy's thoughts and process on writing your fanfic.
For me, I found that once I started to write, the story line evolved as i was
writing it. All I had was a rough idea of main parts and plots I wanted to incorporate
into the story, and the in between stuff kept changing daily. Thus it made it quite hard
to keep it from growing to big and out of control with different plots. The abrupt ending was only due too word count and the fact that if I didn't stop there it would have been a long time coming.
How about you?
Just wanted to know your guy's thoughts and process on writing your fanfic.
For me, I found that once I started to write, the story line evolved as i was
writing it. All I had was a rough idea of main parts and plots I wanted to incorporate
into the story, and the in between stuff kept changing daily. Thus it made it quite hard
to keep it from growing to big and out of control with different plots. The abrupt ending was only due too word count and the fact that if I didn't stop there it would have been a long time coming.
How about you?
Dr Who fan fiction
The doctor was running frantically back and forth between his wide arrays of incomprehensibly complex consoles littering the floor of his Tardis, trying his best to safely guide it into a new but not unfamiliar existence.
Rose and the Doctor stepped out into what looked like an old abandoned hospital. The Doctor noticed something eerily familiar about the place, however he could not tell because everything was so dark.
“Hmm power must be out” the doctor remarked staring down the empty corridors,
“well then, you coming?” the Doctor asked Rose.
Rose tentatively stepped out of the Tardis with and obvious unease
“I’m not liking this, I’m not liking this one bit”
Rose said in her undeniably worrisome tone of voice,
“What not afraid of the dark are ya” the Doctor said pocking fun at Rose.
Rose simply gave the Doctor a scathing look and followed closely behind him. The empty halls were lined with old 1940’s era medical equipment, the Doctor now remembered this time and place, it must have been sometime after the events involving his first encounter with Captain Jack.
Something about the place was off, having searched the hospital he noticed that there was nothing wrong with the generator and the power the lights should have been working, furthermore there was still daylight outside but the Tardis had arrived in pitch blackness.
“That’s odd, since we have been here the corridors have gotten brighter but outside it’s almost night” the Doctor remarked.
It was now night outside, the doctor said to rose
“something’s in that building”, Rose replied
“what do you mean something, you know I hate it when you say that”.
Rose was now generally worried she had never known the doctor to be unsure of what something was, and she knew because of his inquisitive nature they were going to have to find out. The doctor promptly about faced and said
“lets go!” he then ran up the steps and stood at the door waiting for Rose,
“I’m not coming” Rose yelled in frustration,
“all right then” the doctor said as he disappeared in to the entrance,
“uggghhhrrrrrrrragaegefa” Rose yelled at the Doctor as she ran after him.
As Rose reached the entrance she thought she heard her name in the whisper of an echo, “DOCTOR” she cried,
her word meeting with a dull and abrupt end as it left her mouth. Rose was now truly worried she had lost the Doctor, her fear of the dark had come flooding back and the way she entered was now shrouded in darkness. Rose ran towards it expecting to hit the door she came in through but was instead met with no resistance at all there was simply nothing there. Rose began to panic, suddenly she felt like she was falling, only she could not tell in what direction. So disorientated by he fear she simply resided herself to curling up in a ball and awaiting her fate what ever it may be.
The Doctor on the other hand was having an altogether different experience, the darkness that was crippling rose was having an all together different affect on the doctor, it was simply fueling his tenacious enthusiasm to find out what this darkness was. On his travels he noticed that one room was that should be in the hospital was not, the room that contained his Tardis. The doctor backtracked to where he was sure the room was, he noticed the light or lack there of was moving oddly, there was no movement to of anything that would cast a shadow.
A dim glow began to shine, it was the doctors Tardis, finally he had found it but it appeared that something had found it first. The doctor heard a resonating whisper coming from the Tardis
“huh, well didn’t know it could do that” said the doctor,
the creature that was the darkness that Rose so feared then communicated to the doctor that it did not belong in this place, and that it in fact lived in space, blending in with the darkness of space the creature had existed without a problem for thousands of years, however the Tardis’s flight path happened to drag the creature down to earth where it arrived with the Doctor and Rose. “Hah so this is my fault” the doctor laughed
“well it’s not the first time something like this has happened, tell ya what, ill take you back out into space hows that? And where is Rose?” The Doctor asked.
After this the creature withdrew into the Tardis, revealing that Rose had in fact been sitting next to the Tardis for the last while
“THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT” screamed rose as she stormed towards the Tardis,
“uh you might not want to go in there” the doctor said to Rose,
it was to late rose threw open the door revealing that the darkness was along for the ride, this sent Rose screaming incoherently down the abandoned corridors of the hospital, the Doctor grimaced saying
“O dear this may take a while”.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Hello
Hi everyone this is my first time writing a fanfic was having a bit of trouble getting my head around it, should have it posted on Monday though.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
KUNG-FU
It had been many year's since the death of his father, the young warrior was holding on to
every thought and memory of time spent as a young boy with his father, and the countless time they devoted too training in the many forms and techniques of kung- fu. His father had started to teach him since the day he could walk, from that day onwards, they would travel and practice together through out the land, sheltering in old temples so his son was able to be schooled from the monks and study the various classics, in order to sharpen and perfect the young lad's skill.
But the memories were vanishing, becoming more distant, revenge was starting to grip it's dark
claws into his being, fury was beginning to drown the voice of his fathers wisdom and invaluable guidance. He ponders is course with all diligence, to remain sober and vigilant over his heart,
so not to allow the revenge to consume him. All he could do now too temper the fire that was burning in the depth of his soul, was to walk the lonely path of kung-fu, and continue to cultivate his spirit and discipline his mind and body. With vigorous training and meditations day after day
he would do for perfecting his skill, and to purify his heart.
He could recall his father speaking to him about ones training, and that after many years of total
dedication and daily devotion of training and cultivating ones spirit, then you would finally arrive at the place of “mu-shin”.
Mu-shin is where the mind becomes empty and perfectly still, and the body and spirit unite as one, then one could read the mind of an enemy and foresee an attack and move to parry and counter by capturing and taking captive your opponents mind, thus he losses the will to fight.
But the young warrior was yet to attain that level, first he would have to face and conquer the
enemy that lies and rages from within.
His father was killed by a poisonous substance , no doubt at the hands of Han, his fathers one time brother, whose thirst for power was only matched by his greed and lust for the “secret scroll”. The scroll contains the most potent and deadly of all the kung-fu techniques, and was always the cause of much violence and bloodshed by cowardly men who would stop at nothing or any length to murder and steal for that which is not there's, Men who have no honor.
This scroll has been passed down for thousands of years from every grand master to only one student, a student who was the most trusted and loyal of all students, and possessed such qualities worthy of this honor. This honor was bestowed upon his father from the legendary Grand master of all kung-fu, Master O-yama, his fathers teacher.
Now the young master was in search of this very old master, who was said to have gone to the top of the sacred mountain beyond the clouds where the great "temple of Heaven" lays, to seek the masters guidance and wisdom, and to receive instruction and training for the fight that lay ahead.......... Han.
Was his spirit ready! did he have what it takes, would he be accepted as a disciple, was the master even alive?, and if so, would he detect the motives in his heart and see that revenge had tainted his soul,all these things weighed heavily upon his mind as he made his way up the sacred mountain.
After the many days of climbing the long and winding path up the sacred mountain, he began to hunger and feel weary, he noticed wild pigs running around looking for food. It was many days since the last time he ate and he knew that food would be scarce, so he rested on the side of the path and waited in a meditating position. When a big sized pig came within distance he swiftly struck the neck of the beast with one blow killing it, he flung the dead carcass over his shoulder and carried on. As he kept moving he became aware that he was not alone, he was being watched and followed by a bunch of bandits. He pulled is straw hat down over his eyes so not to give anything away, when they made there move he would be ready.
“Fools", he thought to himself.
As he came around a bend in the path the bandits sprung there ambush, but they were easily repelled by the young warrior, is kung-fu was swift and precise, he sliced through them within seconds, leaving them to fall by his side. As he stood over them they begged for mercy, they cried "we only wanted the meat so our children would not die", He looked up and saw little faces staring at him, there eyes were full of fear and he could see the hunger on there face, the young warrior felt there pain, he picked the men up and offered the meat to them and apologized
for his behavior, they were very grateful and offered him shelter for the night.
As he carried on the next day he came to a river, he heard a women screaming with desperation as she tried to cross the river with a young child, he could see the dangerous river was flowing fast and would sweep them away, he risked his life and brought them to safety on the other side.
When he was nearly at the top of the mountain, he found an old women burdened by the heat of the sun that had fallen to the ground, he placed his hat to provide shade and took what water he had left and nursed her back to strength.
finally, after many days he reaches the top.
As he approached the large doors of the outer gate, he stood in awe of the magnificent splendor of this temple, he had never seen anything like this before, it was as if the eternal God himself had built this grandeur temple. he noticed the huge golden gong to the side of the road he picked up the golden hammer of unusual weight, and struck the gong three times to pronounce is presence, (as was custom).
He keeled there for three days and nights before the doors were opened, the old master walks out, looks straight in his eyes, and into his heart.
After a long silence the master spoke,
"because you gave food for the hungry, water to the thirsty, protection to the needy, for this you may enter".
“But if its revenge you seek”
there is nothing for you here.
With this the master turned around and left.
every thought and memory of time spent as a young boy with his father, and the countless time they devoted too training in the many forms and techniques of kung- fu. His father had started to teach him since the day he could walk, from that day onwards, they would travel and practice together through out the land, sheltering in old temples so his son was able to be schooled from the monks and study the various classics, in order to sharpen and perfect the young lad's skill.
But the memories were vanishing, becoming more distant, revenge was starting to grip it's dark
claws into his being, fury was beginning to drown the voice of his fathers wisdom and invaluable guidance. He ponders is course with all diligence, to remain sober and vigilant over his heart,
so not to allow the revenge to consume him. All he could do now too temper the fire that was burning in the depth of his soul, was to walk the lonely path of kung-fu, and continue to cultivate his spirit and discipline his mind and body. With vigorous training and meditations day after day
he would do for perfecting his skill, and to purify his heart.
He could recall his father speaking to him about ones training, and that after many years of total
dedication and daily devotion of training and cultivating ones spirit, then you would finally arrive at the place of “mu-shin”.
Mu-shin is where the mind becomes empty and perfectly still, and the body and spirit unite as one, then one could read the mind of an enemy and foresee an attack and move to parry and counter by capturing and taking captive your opponents mind, thus he losses the will to fight.
But the young warrior was yet to attain that level, first he would have to face and conquer the
enemy that lies and rages from within.
His father was killed by a poisonous substance , no doubt at the hands of Han, his fathers one time brother, whose thirst for power was only matched by his greed and lust for the “secret scroll”. The scroll contains the most potent and deadly of all the kung-fu techniques, and was always the cause of much violence and bloodshed by cowardly men who would stop at nothing or any length to murder and steal for that which is not there's, Men who have no honor.
This scroll has been passed down for thousands of years from every grand master to only one student, a student who was the most trusted and loyal of all students, and possessed such qualities worthy of this honor. This honor was bestowed upon his father from the legendary Grand master of all kung-fu, Master O-yama, his fathers teacher.
Now the young master was in search of this very old master, who was said to have gone to the top of the sacred mountain beyond the clouds where the great "temple of Heaven" lays, to seek the masters guidance and wisdom, and to receive instruction and training for the fight that lay ahead.......... Han.
Was his spirit ready! did he have what it takes, would he be accepted as a disciple, was the master even alive?, and if so, would he detect the motives in his heart and see that revenge had tainted his soul,all these things weighed heavily upon his mind as he made his way up the sacred mountain.
After the many days of climbing the long and winding path up the sacred mountain, he began to hunger and feel weary, he noticed wild pigs running around looking for food. It was many days since the last time he ate and he knew that food would be scarce, so he rested on the side of the path and waited in a meditating position. When a big sized pig came within distance he swiftly struck the neck of the beast with one blow killing it, he flung the dead carcass over his shoulder and carried on. As he kept moving he became aware that he was not alone, he was being watched and followed by a bunch of bandits. He pulled is straw hat down over his eyes so not to give anything away, when they made there move he would be ready.
“Fools", he thought to himself.
As he came around a bend in the path the bandits sprung there ambush, but they were easily repelled by the young warrior, is kung-fu was swift and precise, he sliced through them within seconds, leaving them to fall by his side. As he stood over them they begged for mercy, they cried "we only wanted the meat so our children would not die", He looked up and saw little faces staring at him, there eyes were full of fear and he could see the hunger on there face, the young warrior felt there pain, he picked the men up and offered the meat to them and apologized
for his behavior, they were very grateful and offered him shelter for the night.
As he carried on the next day he came to a river, he heard a women screaming with desperation as she tried to cross the river with a young child, he could see the dangerous river was flowing fast and would sweep them away, he risked his life and brought them to safety on the other side.
When he was nearly at the top of the mountain, he found an old women burdened by the heat of the sun that had fallen to the ground, he placed his hat to provide shade and took what water he had left and nursed her back to strength.
finally, after many days he reaches the top.
As he approached the large doors of the outer gate, he stood in awe of the magnificent splendor of this temple, he had never seen anything like this before, it was as if the eternal God himself had built this grandeur temple. he noticed the huge golden gong to the side of the road he picked up the golden hammer of unusual weight, and struck the gong three times to pronounce is presence, (as was custom).
He keeled there for three days and nights before the doors were opened, the old master walks out, looks straight in his eyes, and into his heart.
After a long silence the master spoke,
"because you gave food for the hungry, water to the thirsty, protection to the needy, for this you may enter".
“But if its revenge you seek”
there is nothing for you here.
With this the master turned around and left.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
steady progess
Good things are happening on this blog.
make sure you have all:
Posted your fan fiction .... and
begun to review the fanfiction of others.
make sure you have all:
Posted your fan fiction .... and
begun to review the fanfiction of others.
My 10 fanfic.......Bushi
Tv fanfic
This website is devoted to a collection of tv shows and examples of fanfic from the likes of gun smoke, home improvement and star trek. A good place to reminisce.
Fanfic wikipeda
I had no idea about fanfic so this helped me to get an understanding and background of what it was all about. When I went to school back in the day I think they called it creative writing.
Kung fu
This program i watched back in the 80's, I'm going to base my fanfic around this because if you
know the program it has many adventures so the story line can really be limitless and not restricted to one genre. My one will be the next generation.
C.S.Lewis
A major player in fanfic with the new release of prince Caspian, I picked this because I can not stand harry potter. There is also a interesting crossover with lord of the rings.
Last samurai's daughter
One of my favorite movies and a example of introducing a new character in the form of Algren's
daughter into the script and her romance with a main character Nobutada. There is also a love poem written as he romances her.
Lord of the rings fanfic
A collection of stories and some examples of crossover and subplots. I'm beginning to see that fanfic could be a never ending maze of stories, If someone kills a character off you just do crossover with someone like Gandolf, Merlin or the 12 apostles and raise them back to life.
The last samurai poem
fanfic in the form of a poem. I just wanted some different types of fanfic.
Games-Jade empire
A very popular x box/play station game, I .have played it 4 times (it rocks) and his quite in depth with the twisting story line's you can follow, So fanfic people have capitalized on that and invented there own themes.
The force.net
A collection of fanfic from the one and only true sci fi movie,(can't stand star trek) sorry. Check out the one with Vader and his dead wife. Also has some good visual aids.
Fanfiction.net.... Is a one stop shop for fanfic.
This website is devoted to a collection of tv shows and examples of fanfic from the likes of gun smoke, home improvement and star trek. A good place to reminisce.
Fanfic wikipeda
I had no idea about fanfic so this helped me to get an understanding and background of what it was all about. When I went to school back in the day I think they called it creative writing.
Kung fu
This program i watched back in the 80's, I'm going to base my fanfic around this because if you
know the program it has many adventures so the story line can really be limitless and not restricted to one genre. My one will be the next generation.
C.S.Lewis
A major player in fanfic with the new release of prince Caspian, I picked this because I can not stand harry potter. There is also a interesting crossover with lord of the rings.
Last samurai's daughter
One of my favorite movies and a example of introducing a new character in the form of Algren's
daughter into the script and her romance with a main character Nobutada. There is also a love poem written as he romances her.
Lord of the rings fanfic
A collection of stories and some examples of crossover and subplots. I'm beginning to see that fanfic could be a never ending maze of stories, If someone kills a character off you just do crossover with someone like Gandolf, Merlin or the 12 apostles and raise them back to life.
The last samurai poem
fanfic in the form of a poem. I just wanted some different types of fanfic.
Games-Jade empire
A very popular x box/play station game, I .have played it 4 times (it rocks) and his quite in depth with the twisting story line's you can follow, So fanfic people have capitalized on that and invented there own themes.
The force.net
A collection of fanfic from the one and only true sci fi movie,(can't stand star trek) sorry. Check out the one with Vader and his dead wife. Also has some good visual aids.
Fanfiction.net.... Is a one stop shop for fanfic.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
My Ten Weblinks
Hi guys, finally posting my ten weblinks.Hope some of these can help you.
I'm new to the fanfic thing so i got a few sites that have tips on creative writing if you have writers block, fanfiction tips and yeah that sort of thing. Any way here's my ten, hope they can help.
1. Home and Away FanFic Forum
2. FanFic for dummies
3. Lord of the Rings FanFiction Community
4. Glossary of FanFic Terms
5. Writing Tips
6. Fairytales..Hapilly ever after
7. Movie FanFic chains
8. Beginners guide to FanFic
9. Starwars FanFic
10. Shortland Street FanFiction site
Enjoy!
I'm new to the fanfic thing so i got a few sites that have tips on creative writing if you have writers block, fanfiction tips and yeah that sort of thing. Any way here's my ten, hope they can help.
1. Home and Away FanFic Forum
2. FanFic for dummies
3. Lord of the Rings FanFiction Community
4. Glossary of FanFic Terms
5. Writing Tips
6. Fairytales..Hapilly ever after
7. Movie FanFic chains
8. Beginners guide to FanFic
9. Starwars FanFic
10. Shortland Street FanFiction site
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Hi everyone!
Hey guys, so have writers block too! haha
i've done the first half of my fanfic.Changed my concept. It's now real life version of cinderella, it's not exactly like the fairytale because i've changed mostly everything.haha but the theme of cinderella story is still there. Will post what i've come up with so far, later on tonight.
Hope you guys will like it.
Melissa
i've done the first half of my fanfic.Changed my concept. It's now real life version of cinderella, it's not exactly like the fairytale because i've changed mostly everything.haha but the theme of cinderella story is still there. Will post what i've come up with so far, later on tonight.
Hope you guys will like it.
Melissa
New Post
There seems to be a prblems with comments section on some of the recent postings. I'll see what i can do.
hello fellow bloggers
I just wanted to do and say somethig to the rest of you
sorry for takeing so long as i seem to be haveing a little
lack of writers block. Any ideas?
Nick
sorry for takeing so long as i seem to be haveing a little
lack of writers block. Any ideas?
Nick
Stranger's Stargate Fanfiction
Author’s Note: If you don’t know that much about Stargate: SG-1, you might want to do some research (or better yet, go watch the ten years worth of episodes that the show consists of). Anyway, for some background, this takes place roughly around the second half of Season Eight: Jack is a general, Sam is heading SG-1, Daniel and Teal’c are pretty much same as always, and Sarah Gardner has had Osiris removed from the back of her neck, finally. This sort of thing, however, never goes smoothly…
Daniel, You Dog
For all the trouble it was causing him, the device was relatively small. Compared to the table like structure that had caused the time loop, this was more of a cabinet. It actually reminded him of his bedside table at home…if his bedside table were made from red stone, lapis-blue crystal, covered in buttons and Ancient inscriptions.
Also, his bedside table had never caused him this much mental stress.
SG-12 had brought it back two weeks ago, and he still couldn’t figure out what it was for. The translation hadn’t been a problem, but all it told him was that the device was for altering the shape of biological matter.
That was the short version, of course. The long version extolled the virtues of the machine with much flowery language and very little actual explanation. As far as Daniel could figure, it was a little known inventor’s first success and he had emblazoned the fact across his creation for all to see and gloat about.
Pompous bastard.
He was tempted to kick the thing just to see if something would happen. But Sam would never forgive him if he broke another potential doodad before she could get her clever mitts on it. Also, the ‘altering the shape of biological matter’ bit sounded rather promising.
Sighing, one Doctor Daniel Jackson picked up his notes and settled in front of the dread machine again. Maybe if he went over it again…just maybe he had missed something…
“Danny-boy!”
Yes, a distraction! Thank you God! This was the one time he would not abhor human company while working. Even grating, childish, Jack-like company. Of course, that didn’t mean he was going to show he was glad to see Jack. He had a reputation to keep up.
“Jack,” he muttered.
Completely undissuaded, General I-have-Much-Better-things-to-do-than-Paperwork-like-Bug-You plunked himself on the spare stool and proceeded to fidget like his life depended on it. Chin on his fist and expertly twirling an archaic fountain pen in the other hand, he asked the inevitable question.
“So…whatcha doin’?”
Daniel threw down his notes. “Being frustrated. I still don’t know what it does. The writing just doesn’t give any indication as to what it does apart from going on about how great it is.”
“But we know it alters flesh right?”
“Something like that. Biological matter at any rate, although it does specify flesh, yes.”
Jack inspected the translation lazily. “Reads like an ad for cheap plastic surgery if you ask me.”
Daniel’s eyebrows had a really good go at rising beyond his hairline.
“’Kay. I guess that’s one way it might…work.”
Jack grinned again. “Ancients gettin’ plastic surgery. Conceited bastards.” He gave Daniel a look that was deliberately speculative and suspicious. “Wonder if you had any work done while you were up there.”
Daniel was tempted to throw the thing at him. Instead he just scowled.
Jack smirked.
“By the way, noticed something interesting this morning. In the medical reports that came through.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.” The General had resumed fiddling with the fountain pen, idly watching it pirouette between his fingers. “Saw a name I never thought we’d come across again.” He paused and watched Daniel with a calculated air. “Doctor Sarah Gardner. Imagine that.”
Daniel suddenly became very busy rearranging his notes. “Uh, yeah,” he mumbled, “imagine that.”
Jack let out a frustrated noise. “Daniel. What is she still doing in the Springs? It’s been months. Just about seven of them in fact. I thought she’d’ve gone home by now; gotten shot of this place.”
The archeologist pinched the bridge of his nose, looking pained. “The psychs won’t let her go. Say she’s got unresolved issues tying her up. Tying her here. Tying her to…me. Or something. She was kind of…in a state when she told me this.”
Jack, reading between the lines (not that it was hard or anything…), smirked again and proceeded to rile up his best friend.
He leant forward, against the Ancient device, saying, “Daniel, you dog –”
There was an eye-blotting flash of white and both men went reeling away from the machine.
When he could see again, Jack, his eyes watering furiously, peered around Daniel’s office. Where had he…?
Oh no.
The machine had apparently taken Jack at his word, for there beside Daniel’s stool, blinking those extraordinary blue eyes and shaking his dark hair, was a golden retriever.
Grinning up at Jack, he paused to sneeze, and wag his tail a few times for good measure.
Jack felt his heart sink to his toes. The President was going to kill him.
Daniel, You Dog
For all the trouble it was causing him, the device was relatively small. Compared to the table like structure that had caused the time loop, this was more of a cabinet. It actually reminded him of his bedside table at home…if his bedside table were made from red stone, lapis-blue crystal, covered in buttons and Ancient inscriptions.
Also, his bedside table had never caused him this much mental stress.
SG-12 had brought it back two weeks ago, and he still couldn’t figure out what it was for. The translation hadn’t been a problem, but all it told him was that the device was for altering the shape of biological matter.
That was the short version, of course. The long version extolled the virtues of the machine with much flowery language and very little actual explanation. As far as Daniel could figure, it was a little known inventor’s first success and he had emblazoned the fact across his creation for all to see and gloat about.
Pompous bastard.
He was tempted to kick the thing just to see if something would happen. But Sam would never forgive him if he broke another potential doodad before she could get her clever mitts on it. Also, the ‘altering the shape of biological matter’ bit sounded rather promising.
Sighing, one Doctor Daniel Jackson picked up his notes and settled in front of the dread machine again. Maybe if he went over it again…just maybe he had missed something…
“Danny-boy!”
Yes, a distraction! Thank you God! This was the one time he would not abhor human company while working. Even grating, childish, Jack-like company. Of course, that didn’t mean he was going to show he was glad to see Jack. He had a reputation to keep up.
“Jack,” he muttered.
Completely undissuaded, General I-have-Much-Better-things-to-do-than-Paperwork-like-Bug-You plunked himself on the spare stool and proceeded to fidget like his life depended on it. Chin on his fist and expertly twirling an archaic fountain pen in the other hand, he asked the inevitable question.
“So…whatcha doin’?”
Daniel threw down his notes. “Being frustrated. I still don’t know what it does. The writing just doesn’t give any indication as to what it does apart from going on about how great it is.”
“But we know it alters flesh right?”
“Something like that. Biological matter at any rate, although it does specify flesh, yes.”
Jack inspected the translation lazily. “Reads like an ad for cheap plastic surgery if you ask me.”
Daniel’s eyebrows had a really good go at rising beyond his hairline.
“’Kay. I guess that’s one way it might…work.”
Jack grinned again. “Ancients gettin’ plastic surgery. Conceited bastards.” He gave Daniel a look that was deliberately speculative and suspicious. “Wonder if you had any work done while you were up there.”
Daniel was tempted to throw the thing at him. Instead he just scowled.
Jack smirked.
“By the way, noticed something interesting this morning. In the medical reports that came through.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.” The General had resumed fiddling with the fountain pen, idly watching it pirouette between his fingers. “Saw a name I never thought we’d come across again.” He paused and watched Daniel with a calculated air. “Doctor Sarah Gardner. Imagine that.”
Daniel suddenly became very busy rearranging his notes. “Uh, yeah,” he mumbled, “imagine that.”
Jack let out a frustrated noise. “Daniel. What is she still doing in the Springs? It’s been months. Just about seven of them in fact. I thought she’d’ve gone home by now; gotten shot of this place.”
The archeologist pinched the bridge of his nose, looking pained. “The psychs won’t let her go. Say she’s got unresolved issues tying her up. Tying her here. Tying her to…me. Or something. She was kind of…in a state when she told me this.”
Jack, reading between the lines (not that it was hard or anything…), smirked again and proceeded to rile up his best friend.
He leant forward, against the Ancient device, saying, “Daniel, you dog –”
There was an eye-blotting flash of white and both men went reeling away from the machine.
When he could see again, Jack, his eyes watering furiously, peered around Daniel’s office. Where had he…?
Oh no.
The machine had apparently taken Jack at his word, for there beside Daniel’s stool, blinking those extraordinary blue eyes and shaking his dark hair, was a golden retriever.
Grinning up at Jack, he paused to sneeze, and wag his tail a few times for good measure.
Jack felt his heart sink to his toes. The President was going to kill him.
My ten fan-fiction sites
This site states it is the 'World's largest fanfiction archive and forum where fanfic writers and readers around the globe gather to share their passion’. There are several different categories you can choose from: anime, cartoons, books, games and tv shows. Some of the entries under tv shows include: Dawson’s Creek, Blue Heelers, StarTrek, and Thunderbirds, but also newer shows such as Prison Break and Scrubs.
This is a site focusing on Jane Eyre the classic novel by Charlotte Bronte. There are different takes on the story; some humourous and some written from the point of view of other established characters.
Aesop’s Fables with Harry Potter crossover. A collection of stories using characters from Harry Potter. Most of them have a “What would happen if …” storyline and lessons are learnt relating to the morals of the fables.
Fairy Tales and Fables fan-fiction. This site re-tells favourite fairytales such as Rumpelstiltskin, Cinderella, Beauty and the Beast and Sleeping Beauty. The stories are modernized with alternative plots or endings.
Coronation Street. This is a site where people have written episodes of the soap Coronation Street. The fan-fiction versions are set post the exit of Mike Baldwin from the series.
The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe. Adaptations of the children’s favourite story by C.S. Lewis, set in England during WWII. This is the story from which the Narnia series developed. This site contains a poem, written in a series of four line stanzas, of the story.
James Bond fan-fiction. This site contains fan-fiction based on the popular film characters James Bond 007, Moneypenny, etc. Many of the entries are set post Casino Royale, which featured the new James Bond actor Daniel Craig.
For fan-fiction on the much loved story Pride and Prejudice, this is an interesting site containing modernized versions of this classic. One of the stories is set in the 1960’s and crosses Pride and Prejudice characters with the Beatles, another is an Australian version of the story.
As a novice fan-fiction writer, I have included some sites containing advice on how to write fan-fiction. This site entitled ‘How to write better fan-fiction’ provides guidance using quick reference steps to follow.
This is another site dealing with how to write fan-fiction. It contains headings: ‘What is fan-fiction’ and ‘How can I become a better writer’. Much of the advice also relates to other forms of creative writing.
some examples of fan fics
Because I’m am most likely going to do a fan fiction about Dr who
I am including some Dr who fan fictions I found, there all fan fictions about Dr Who but it just shows some of the different style of fan fictions such as cross overs etc.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4318119/1/Amnesia
I thought this was sort of interesting, if u can look past the spelling and the grammar, you can see that the writer has given an inanimate object a voice or internal dialog which is written in italics.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4447652/1/Power_of_Words
This is an example I found of a crossover of two different genres, Harry Potter and Dr Who.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4437080/1/The_Journey_starts_here
This fan fiction removes an integral part of the story, one which would normally help progress the plot forward, not sure that it works but yea.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4159023/1/Silver_Memories
What the writer has done in this fan fiction is tell the story from the point of view of a different character rather than the main one.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4450399/1/We_must_not_look_at_goblin_men
Like the previous example this is told from a different point of view but this time it is from a completely new character to the story.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4450142/1/Close_Every_Door
This is a song fiction, it mixes what is predominantly a song with bits of a story and the song also telling a part of the story.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4433957/1/Doctor_Who_Season_5
This is an example of someone who has to write an entire season of episodes, more significantly I think the length of the text is about what I am expected to write.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4447879/1/The_Human_TARDIS
This fan fiction does a cross not between two different genres but between two different times in the series. Because time travel is a significant plot device in Dr Who the writer has reunited an old version of the doctor with the new one.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4371629/1/Thoughts_Of_Universes_and_Parallel_Worlds
This is basically a fans poem about Dr who it doesn’t really tell that much of a story in the traditional sense but is fan fiction none the less.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fan_fiction
The wiki page for fan fictions gives a broad description of what a fan fiction is and where they started.
Stranger's Fanfiction List
Okay, hopefully I'm doing this right...
Here's a rough sort of list of various fanfiction sites, as well as background on fiction I may/may not write, plus a few spots of fanart. Go nuts.
1. Fanfiction.net - biggest fanfic site out there.
2. Twisting the Hellmouth - a crossover website that focuses on Buffy the Vampire Slayer fiction.
3. Wraithbait - Stargate Atlantis fanfiction site.
4. Battlestar Galactica, (2004) - BSG entry on Wikipedia.
5. Stargate - SG entry on Wikipedia.
6. Gateworld - the website for all things Stargate. Has its own miniature fanfiction archive.
7. Stargate Promo - a video by a bunch of kiwis detailing the life of an original character. Wacky.
8. Stargate Fanart - search results on deviantART.com for "stargate".
9. BSG Fanart - search results on deviantART.com for "battlestar".
10. Stargate FF LJ - search results on LiveJournal for "stargate fanfiction".
Here's a rough sort of list of various fanfiction sites, as well as background on fiction I may/may not write, plus a few spots of fanart. Go nuts.
1. Fanfiction.net - biggest fanfic site out there.
2. Twisting the Hellmouth - a crossover website that focuses on Buffy the Vampire Slayer fiction.
3. Wraithbait - Stargate Atlantis fanfiction site.
4. Battlestar Galactica, (2004) - BSG entry on Wikipedia.
5. Stargate - SG entry on Wikipedia.
6. Gateworld - the website for all things Stargate. Has its own miniature fanfiction archive.
7. Stargate Promo - a video by a bunch of kiwis detailing the life of an original character. Wacky.
8. Stargate Fanart - search results on deviantART.com for "stargate".
9. BSG Fanart - search results on deviantART.com for "battlestar".
10. Stargate FF LJ - search results on LiveJournal for "stargate fanfiction".
Monday, August 4, 2008
Coronation Street crossover with Jane Eyre
Deidre decided she’d had enough. Her daughter Tracy, who was incarcerated for the murder of her partner Charlie, had begun bombarding her with letters demanding money to ease her through her sentence. This was the final straw for Deidre.
“That’s it”, she said. “I can’t take any more of her nonsense. And I’m up to here with Ken as well.”
Blanche walked into the kitchen and sat at her usual perch. She said to Deidre: “My you look a sight. What’s up with you today?”
“I can’t take anymore of this mother. I need to get right away from here. I’ve decided to pack up and live in New Zealand for a while.”
“New Zealand! Why in heaven’s name would you go to New Zealand? It’s on the other side of the world for goodness sake. You can’t do that and leave me here to fend for myself! How could you?”
“I’m sorry but I’ve spent the last few years worrying myself sick about everyone and all their troubles. I need to clear my head, make a fresh start and get out of here.”
“Just charming that is, I must say” replied Blanche. “After all I’ve done for you. Now you just pack up and walk out on me. And what about Ken? I know you’ve had a rough time lately, but you can’t shove years of marriage away just like that.”
“Oh yes I can. He’s tucked up nicely with that woman. He doesn’t want me anymore. She can have him!” Deidre sniffed and left the room.
Unbeknown to others, Deidre had been having an on-line romance for the past few months with her former lover, a man called Edward. They had split when she found out he was married. She was furious at the time, but later heard that his wife had been very unstable mentally for a long time. He’d never mentioned it to her. Apparently she burned their house down and died trying to jump from the roof during the fire. Edward was badly injured trying to rescue her. Apparently he needed months of reconstructive surgery afterwards. He then decided to head down-under and live in New Zealand.
Some years later, Deidre located him through an internet site and found he lived in Auckland. They began corresponding daily, sometimes many times a day. He had been a rock to her through her recent crises, encouraging her to put the past behind and start afresh with him over there. She initially dismissed the idea but as time went on she changed her mind. She made the decision to visit him only last week. She had been surfing the net as part of her coursework for the writing paper she’d had been attending at university and happened to click upon an airfares website. She saw she could get an economy class one-way ticket for under a thousand quid. She booked and paid for it right then.
So here she was, the night before her departure. She’d not told anyone of her intentions, except Edward that is, and felt terrible keeping it from her mother until now, but she knew how difficult Blanche could be and decided the less time for her to get her head around the idea the better.
She hauled the biggest suitcase she could find out of the store cupboard. In went the clothes, papers and other items she’d secretly put aside for the journey. She wondered if this really was what she should be doing. Too late for second thoughts though, the ticket’s paid for now and she wasn’t wasting it. It was 11pm when she finally had her gear packed and ready. She sent a final message to Edward who quickly replied saying how excited he was that he’d be seeing her soon. One more sleep and I’m out of here, she thought before dozing off.
The morning came and she booked a cab through Steve’s company to take her to the station and onto the airport. She lied to Steve and told him she was going to France for a while. The street could be tortuous with gossips. The swords really come out in cases like this. To heck with them all, she thought, they’ll find out soon enough.
She arrived at the terminal and felt chuffed that she’d made her seat booking on-line on Edward’s advice. The normal check-in queue seemed to go on forever, but she was sorted in less than ten minutes. She sat down quietly and collected her thoughts and before long was in the aircraft bound for New Zealand via Los Angeles. Several hours into the flight she grew tired, but also felt the excitement and nerves welling inside her.
She felt she knew Edward so well again from their chats and photos. He’d promised to be there to collect her. The thought crossed her mind what would happen if he didn’t show. Her heart began to thump and she ordered another brandy and swallowed a sleeping tablet. She slept soundly for many hours. The plane stopped briefly to refuel in Los Angeles and continued on. By this stage she was dying for a fag. She watched a couple of movies instead, walked around the cabin and had a few more drinks to steady her nerves before napping again. Before long the captain announced the landing into Auckland was imminent. Hurriedly she rushed to the bathroom to freshen up. She put on her favourite perfume – her lucky one, and carefully outlined her lips in a red glossy lipstick.
The plane landed and she disembarked. She moved swiftly through Customs, Immigration and the agriculture x-rays. Then she pushed her trolley through the arrival doors and looked around expectantly for Edward. There was a tallish man with short dark hair that was going grey, thick eyebrows, and olive skin standing by a pillar. She knew instantly this was Edward. He pushed forward through the crowd and threw his arm around her. “This is the best I’ve felt for years” she whispered to him. She noticed he’d hardly changed at all except for a large scar on his arm and another one over his left eye. They clung close to one another. Later he began to explain about his scars. Deidre put her hand on his lips. “It makes no difference. I’ve come back to you” she said.
“That’s it”, she said. “I can’t take any more of her nonsense. And I’m up to here with Ken as well.”
Blanche walked into the kitchen and sat at her usual perch. She said to Deidre: “My you look a sight. What’s up with you today?”
“I can’t take anymore of this mother. I need to get right away from here. I’ve decided to pack up and live in New Zealand for a while.”
“New Zealand! Why in heaven’s name would you go to New Zealand? It’s on the other side of the world for goodness sake. You can’t do that and leave me here to fend for myself! How could you?”
“I’m sorry but I’ve spent the last few years worrying myself sick about everyone and all their troubles. I need to clear my head, make a fresh start and get out of here.”
“Just charming that is, I must say” replied Blanche. “After all I’ve done for you. Now you just pack up and walk out on me. And what about Ken? I know you’ve had a rough time lately, but you can’t shove years of marriage away just like that.”
“Oh yes I can. He’s tucked up nicely with that woman. He doesn’t want me anymore. She can have him!” Deidre sniffed and left the room.
Unbeknown to others, Deidre had been having an on-line romance for the past few months with her former lover, a man called Edward. They had split when she found out he was married. She was furious at the time, but later heard that his wife had been very unstable mentally for a long time. He’d never mentioned it to her. Apparently she burned their house down and died trying to jump from the roof during the fire. Edward was badly injured trying to rescue her. Apparently he needed months of reconstructive surgery afterwards. He then decided to head down-under and live in New Zealand.
Some years later, Deidre located him through an internet site and found he lived in Auckland. They began corresponding daily, sometimes many times a day. He had been a rock to her through her recent crises, encouraging her to put the past behind and start afresh with him over there. She initially dismissed the idea but as time went on she changed her mind. She made the decision to visit him only last week. She had been surfing the net as part of her coursework for the writing paper she’d had been attending at university and happened to click upon an airfares website. She saw she could get an economy class one-way ticket for under a thousand quid. She booked and paid for it right then.
So here she was, the night before her departure. She’d not told anyone of her intentions, except Edward that is, and felt terrible keeping it from her mother until now, but she knew how difficult Blanche could be and decided the less time for her to get her head around the idea the better.
She hauled the biggest suitcase she could find out of the store cupboard. In went the clothes, papers and other items she’d secretly put aside for the journey. She wondered if this really was what she should be doing. Too late for second thoughts though, the ticket’s paid for now and she wasn’t wasting it. It was 11pm when she finally had her gear packed and ready. She sent a final message to Edward who quickly replied saying how excited he was that he’d be seeing her soon. One more sleep and I’m out of here, she thought before dozing off.
The morning came and she booked a cab through Steve’s company to take her to the station and onto the airport. She lied to Steve and told him she was going to France for a while. The street could be tortuous with gossips. The swords really come out in cases like this. To heck with them all, she thought, they’ll find out soon enough.
She arrived at the terminal and felt chuffed that she’d made her seat booking on-line on Edward’s advice. The normal check-in queue seemed to go on forever, but she was sorted in less than ten minutes. She sat down quietly and collected her thoughts and before long was in the aircraft bound for New Zealand via Los Angeles. Several hours into the flight she grew tired, but also felt the excitement and nerves welling inside her.
She felt she knew Edward so well again from their chats and photos. He’d promised to be there to collect her. The thought crossed her mind what would happen if he didn’t show. Her heart began to thump and she ordered another brandy and swallowed a sleeping tablet. She slept soundly for many hours. The plane stopped briefly to refuel in Los Angeles and continued on. By this stage she was dying for a fag. She watched a couple of movies instead, walked around the cabin and had a few more drinks to steady her nerves before napping again. Before long the captain announced the landing into Auckland was imminent. Hurriedly she rushed to the bathroom to freshen up. She put on her favourite perfume – her lucky one, and carefully outlined her lips in a red glossy lipstick.
The plane landed and she disembarked. She moved swiftly through Customs, Immigration and the agriculture x-rays. Then she pushed her trolley through the arrival doors and looked around expectantly for Edward. There was a tallish man with short dark hair that was going grey, thick eyebrows, and olive skin standing by a pillar. She knew instantly this was Edward. He pushed forward through the crowd and threw his arm around her. “This is the best I’ve felt for years” she whispered to him. She noticed he’d hardly changed at all except for a large scar on his arm and another one over his left eye. They clung close to one another. Later he began to explain about his scars. Deidre put her hand on his lips. “It makes no difference. I’ve come back to you” she said.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Welcome
Hi guys
This is where you post your (ten) fanfiction links first off, then your own fanfic drafts, and then feedback in the comments section.
Have fun!
Frank and Paul
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