Serena Van der Woodsen; one of the elite teens in the upper east side of Mahattan combined with Blair Waldorf leads to a brand new lifestyle that only any teenager would dream of. Blair Waldorf; daughter of a top fashion designer and things will happen at the click of her fingers is a very delightful and devious teenager who has plenty of time on her hands.
Serena and Blair have been best friends since they were 8 years old; their first encounter happened over a night of fine cuisine and superb wine between high class superiors. The two girls were sitting at the kids table quietly until a flash of bright light shined into Blair’s eyes distracting her from food. Quick to spot what it was; she found the light reflection off a shiny crystal necklace on a blonde girl across the table from her. Jealousy filled up fast inside of Blair Waldorf’s eyes; it is not usual for a beautiful necklace such as that and she does not own one.
As dinner proceeds Blair takes the chance to find out who the girl is and to her surprise its Serena Van der Woodsen; the girl who gets everything and does everything. Blair gets a chance to introduce herself to her and gets to know that Serena was at Milan last Christmas shopping. They both start talking about the stunning stores in Milan and their friendship has continued.
It is the year for the best friends to begin senior high school at St Jude’s; indefinitely the two appears on the first day in fashion. An amazing long black limo strolls up to the entrance and in star form Blair and Serena steps out making a scene. Serena is very careless at times; she walks out onto the footpath with her back to everyone and crashes into Chuck Bass. Love at first sight between the two; both eye connected deeply into each other and finds their own reflection.
As classes are announced, Serena secretly crosses her finger to be in the same class as Chuck Bass. Chuck Bass is the well known rich boy who gets everything and every girl who comes across his eyes. Disappointment to Serena, Blair and Chuck gets placed in the same class and she is by herself.
Serena meets Nate Archibald her secret admirer from junior high and realizes they are in the same class as each other. Serena has never felt the same way towards Nate as he did for her. There was just something about him that wasn’t what Serena found attractive. But she would just find that ‘something’ in Chuck Bass and there was a feeling inside her making her feel tingly every time she sees him.
As much best friends they can be Serena and Blair discussed everything that went on during class, gossip about everyone there is in the same level. Serena began to pick up that every now and then Blair would slip in what a great guy Chuck is and how good looking he is. Queries rise in her mind; questioning whether Blair is starting to set her eyes on Chuck too??
Serena Van der Wooddsen is not the type of girl who would give up on a guy without putting up a fight; even if it is her best friend Blair Waldorf who is exactly the same. Serena plans her path each day around school so she can coincidently be in the same place as Chuck. Being in the same place around school as him would make it easier for her to attract his attention.
Blair is not a weak opponent who can be very cunning when she sets her mind on it. Every chance she gets with class it would be set that Chuck is her partner or is sitting next to her. Blair would be wearing her hair differently everyday and wearing the latest perfume attempting every effort and chance to draw his attention.
Questions and concerns builds up as Chuck showed no intention to get to know either Serena or Blair. The two best friends begin to think harder; how come he hasn’t done anything?? They are definitely the hottest girls in the school, from their looks to personality there is undoubtedly no other that can compare. Serena decided to research further and starting asking around about Chuck. Sources of information came from everywhere and the most important that put her and Blair’s mind of rest was that Chuck Bass is gay. Whether this is true or not the maze still exists??
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Better late than never :)
Fanfic – Gossip Girl by Peggie Cheng
Gossip Girl is all about the world of the Upper East Side young teenagers; Serena vander Woodsen; Blair Waldorf; Dan Humphrey; Nate Archibald and Chuck Bass.
This popular series is filmed in Manhattan, New York and is all about these over privileged school teens. The lifestyle of these characters is exactly what every school teen would wish their life to be. Currently season 3 is on air and the main characters lives have moved from teenage high school to adolescence life in college. The characters should progress to a different level which may be the following:
Blair Waldorf has always been Queen Bee; top of the social hierarchy in high school and presumes it continues to college life. Unfortunately life is different in college; especially when things get hot between an unexpected encounter with someone she never dream about. Dan Humphrey. Dan Humphrey is not part of any wealthy family heritage and lives in the opposite to Upper East Side; Brooklyn.
Part of college life tradition; party for everyone on the first weekend. Blair crashes to reality check and grasps the ugly truth of not being Queen Bee in college. To bury the hard truth; Blair submerges to alcohol without thought the night continues.
Waking up the next morning for Blair Waldorf is her worse nightmare; in a room at the party with Dan Humphrey next to her. To her despair her memory was limited and many were blurred.
This plot to Gossip Girl series would send fans to hysterics and no one would have imagined such a story line with the difference between Blair and Dan. Blair Waldorf; daughter of Eleanor Waldorf a famous fashion designer and a well known spoilt teen who gets everything she can think of. Together with Dan Humphrey; brought up in a less privileged family in Brooklyn; only getting in contact with Upper East Side civilians with a scholarship to the upper class high school which is where it all started.
Following closely with the upcoming season 3 of the great Gossip Girl series; Chuck Bass is very well known for his addiction for having different relationships or one night stands with many beautiful women in the television series. In the current series; Chuck falls in love with Blair Waldorf and goes through many situations where the two are in denial about their affections.
After many years of going through high school with absolute disgust towards each other; Blair and Chuck feelings towards each other began after a break up between Blair and her childhood boyfriend Nate Archibald. After a night out to cure her broken heart; Blair finds comfort from Chuck. Their relationship is rather unique and full of love, hatred and games.
A great twist to the story line about Blair and Chuck’s new found love for each other can be very entertaining. From hate to love; the two can never admit to each other their deep down desires until pressure is on. After many attempts of Blair setting up plots to force Chuck Bass to confront his personal feelings; her effort was not put to waste.
After family break downs between Chuck and his multi millionaire father then following with an unexpected disaster which resulted to his father’s death. During his lowest times in life; Chuck feels care and passion from Blair leading to the connection becoming stronger and their love blossoms. Life continues as the deeply in love couple graduates from high school and continues to college; their personality will not change. Blair concentrates on becoming the top of social network at college whilst Chuck strives to becoming a man taking over his family business.
As situations changes; the couple is separated by choice with Blair boarding at college and Chuck stays behind. Being apart from each other and surroundings have differed than before; unimaginable outcomes do result.
Chuck fails to convince property executives in selling a premier building for his upcoming new business expedition. Without his girlfriend by his side; Chuck turns to his old habits and goes out to find mischief. Out and about in his favourite bar at The Palace; Chuck gets distracted by an amazing women he has never seen before and left his drink attended. Innocent Chuck drinks up thinking he will get what his eyes has just saw but the startling next morning with a painful hang over, he wakes up in bed with a total male stranger.
Gossip Girl is always full of surprises with outrageous situations that will only happen to the fortunate Upper East Side crowd; the series will continue to be astonishing and extremely entertaining if the plots were twisted more similarly to this.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
draft of Fight Club
We stood there, there in top floor of the building, as the city's skyline collapsed before us in an avalanche of metal, glass and concrete. For 5 seconds it was complete chaos. on the 6th second it was quiet. It was actually peaceful. After the buildings fell I realize that Marla was still concerned with the hole in my neck. I really didn't mind, as long as it gave me my freedom from Tyler. After a moment of reflection passed the man I had told to get gauze came back with a first aid kit he had raided from a storage closet. Marla took it from him, then I told him to down stairs and we would meet the rest of them there. "ok, sir" he said, as he shook his head and then proceeded down the stairs. once he had gone Marla opened the first aid kit and begin opening the packs of bandages and tape to attempt to mend the hole in my neck. She began dabbing the blood from my neck with some gauze. "You know I thought I was crazy, but then I see this shit and I don't know what to think" she said. I gave a small chuckle that became hoarse with the blood that clogged my throat. I coughed and then said "ya this was pretty crazy for me, too." After she had wrapped my neck in bandages, we went downstairs to witness the descruction that Tyler and I had caused.
When we got outside we saw people in the streets wondering what had happened, like kids that had fallen asleep and woke up 20 years later. They wondered the streets looking at the destroyed buildings, puzzled, amazed, and terrified looks on their faces all at once. One thing that Tyler had promised was that no one would be hurt and in that area he was right not a single person was hurt, even with skyscrapers falling around them, transforming their shape into twisted steel and glass layed to rest on the ground in a heap.
When we got outside we saw people in the streets wondering what had happened, like kids that had fallen asleep and woke up 20 years later. They wondered the streets looking at the destroyed buildings, puzzled, amazed, and terrified looks on their faces all at once. One thing that Tyler had promised was that no one would be hurt and in that area he was right not a single person was hurt, even with skyscrapers falling around them, transforming their shape into twisted steel and glass layed to rest on the ground in a heap.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
STEVEE: FINAL EDITED COPY OF FAN FIC! HOORAY! XXX
THIS FAN FACTION IS BASED ON THE NOVEL: THE BRONZE HORSEMAN, BY PAULLINA SIMONS.
It was June 22, 1941 and war had just been declared between Russia and Germany, Leningrad in particular. But why did I feel as though it was just another balmy afternoon, a cool zephyr running through my hair and lightly tickling the beads of water that seeped through my skin. Papa appointed the job of buying groceries to me, of all people. he was definitely feeling a little aloof.
I walked along Nevsky Prospekt and saw that all the shops had either a 'closed' sign or had lines that backed all the way to the end of the street. Hmmm what was it that hung in the air today, was it . . . Hope? Life? Love? Or was it just war? Drowning, I was quickly pulled from my ocean of thoughts.
Women were quarrleing over sausage, caviar, canned food and all sorts. Personally I had no idea why everybody was in such a frenzy, as if the food was going to run out. But I knew Papa would be disappointed if I came home empty handed so I went and stood with the cluster of crazy women who were arguing about whether to get vodka or salami until one very alarming lady turned around and barked, "Ladies this is war! Buy your caviar, it will last you but a week. Whilst my canned ham will last as long as I do." Why did my stomach churn when I heard those words?
Delerium was starting to eat at me, I couldn't handle this kind of hysteria so I decided to take a stroll down one of my favourite streets which I knew would be deserted at a time like this. I saw one of the ice-cream stands were open, crem brulee mmm I couldn't wait for the dreamy liquid to relieve me of my parched throat. I hitched a spot at the bus stop, I decided I would catch the bus number 136 in hope of finding some food else where.
It was such a beautiful day, how can there be any chaos or worry at all, faintly humming, "We'll meet again in Lvov, my love and I...", I bounced my leg to the tune, it was the latest hit in Russia. Damn my hair was getting caught in my ice-cream, I definitely didn't want to ruin my Polish dress, the only thing I had to call my own.
Quickly licking the cone before the ice-cream could hit my dress I could see someone standing across the road looking at me or the scenery, i hoped it was the scenery. Pause. It was a soldier and I had seen many before but why was this one staring at me as if he'd known me his whole life, as if he were silently saying to me Where have you been Tatiana?
He walked towards me, more like floated, his walk was not like any other Russian man, each stride was sealed with confidence. My eyes were pleading for more, up, up up, olive skin peeked out under his Class A's collar, a set jaw, stunning white teeth, up, those eyes, those chocolate eyes, were they really locked on me? "Hello there." A confident voice, although I didn't recognise his accent. I could feel my face burning, argh I hated that about me.
"Hi."
How many minutes had passed?
"My name is Alexander, are you planning on telling me yours?"
***
It all seemed right that first moment. The moment he crossed the street for me, the moment I fell in love but didn't yet know it, the moment where time itself seemed to have frozen because everything around us suddenly just...stopped moving. That was until I knew he was the man my older sister Dasha had fallen head over heels for. Before Dimitri, his best friend, delusively claimed me as his own in spite of knowing Alexanders' feelings for me and completely aware of his own motives. Before I knew Alexander was really an American in incognito, a prisoner accused of treasonous acts against Russia, that was until he escaped. Before we had to conceal our love from Dimitri for fear of him revealing Alexanders true identity out of envy. And now here he was, a lieutenant in the Red Army who was completely overwhelmed by my every movement, whisper, word and smile (God knows why). And here I was, a seventeen year old completely dazed, completely breathless, completely, completely, completely everything. That was what our love was; forbidden love, we had the Cross and the Crown in our cups.
To betray my sister and tell her that Alexander had only ever loved me? To reveal our love to dimitri and risk everything? To tell everything was to lose everything.
***
"Please lets just tell them Tatia, I don't care what the consequences are as long as I have you in my life nothing else matters! I'm sick of the lies, the hiding, I can't even whisper to you without your family over hearing!"
"But Alexander, what about Dimitri? He'll tell the secret government everything and then where will we be? Worse than we are now!" crying eratically I tried to calm myself.
"Who gives a fuck about him? I don't give a shit about what he does!"
"And what about Dasha? You think I can stand to break my own sisters heart, my flesh and blood? For God's sake I have to sleep in the same bed with her, this is Russia Alexander, not America!" and in a lower tone , almost inaudible, "we're just not meant to be!" I couldn't believe the words coming out of my own mouth but this is what love had subjected us to.
"You don't mean that Tatia, lets just tell them please," pleading, "I'm begging you!"
I couldn't stand to see him running on empty, piece by piece my soul was slowly being shredded and now hovering with the rest of infinite matter in space. "I will not let Dimitri win, you and I both know he won't let this one go without a fight. And this is one you simply can't win my love."
I could see him crumbling from the inside out, my legs couldn't hold up any longer, "You know what you have to do if we want to be together don't you?"
Lowering his head, he knew, "I know."
"I know what Dimitri wants Alexander, how can you be so blind? Dimitri only itches for what you want most, once that itch is relieved he moves on. So just stay as far away from me as you can and closer to Dasha and you'll see," flinching at my own words, "Dimitri will back off."
Never lifting his head to me, "I'll try Tatia, for you I'll do anything, but mark my words this isn't going to end well."
We were breaking and soon we weren't going to be able to keep this charade up for much longer. I needed to be strong for my soldier more than ever now, for we both knew what lay ahead in the coming days would be an everlasting fire in our hearts. He lifted his eyes to me and I had to put on my indifferent face to reassure him we would be together soon. If it was in this life or the next I didn't know.
Tonight was exquisite, the lilacs were swimming with the silent silohuettes of The Summer Garden, the fragrance of every flower relieved every sense in your body and yet we could feel our misery suffocating the once serene heavens.
"Soldier come lay your head on me," the guard said it was was time to eat and like a prisoner he obeyed.
"Tatia...," his lips devoured mine, I could barely stay conscious, we remained locked in a moment of heat and pure bliss while hie tongue traced the outline of my lips, the feeling was so addictive; he was my very own crem brulee ice-cream. "Tatia you're the sweetest girl you know, I knew the first monent I saw you God was giving me a sign, he was giving me faith, he was giving me the strength to keep on living because he made you just for me. All my life I had no purpose, no reason to live or die or fight for. Tatia you are my purpose, you are reason. Why are you crying?" Alexander could feel my body quivering under him.
His eyes slowly found mine, we sat just gazing at each other for what seemed like hours knowing we weren't going to be able to do this for a long time, our souls completely luminous.
***
As the weeks edged on I started to feel worse than before, the ration of 300 grams of bread just wasn't cutting it anymore, if I got up too fast my head would start to spin, the bosom area of my shirt felt tighter and I couldn't remember the last time I had my period. I knew what was happening but I didn't want to know. At the peak of war and death I was pregnant. Why now? Dimitri was actually starting to back off after his useless attempts to bed me failed. And Dasha, oh Dasha. Anyone would think the war had never landed on her front door step, so blinded by love she couldn't even see through it all.
***
Four months had passed and I was starting to show but I still hadn't told anyone yet, especially not Alexander. So life went on as it did every other day, lies, more lies and some more lies. I woke up at 7.30am to go and get our daily ration of bread and sugar. Struggling to put on extra clothes to protect me from the raging blizzard outside I hurried along to complete my daily chores. I walked so slow that it took me an hour to actually get to the shop, a walk that usually only took me fifteen minutes. On the way back home I could see the German planes over head firing more bombs in an attempt to take out the only hospital we had left. Was starvation starting to blur my vision? Or was a bomb really heading in my direction? Too afraid to stop and contemplate my theories I ran as fast as my body allowed me to. I could hear the bombs whistle approaching so I instantly dived into the nearest doorway. Minutes passed. Was I dead? No, death couldn't be this painful. Slowly heaving myself off the ground I made my way back home walking even slower than I did before, my clothes were burnt and my face was coverd in ash and dirt.
Opening the front door, my jaw dropped to the ground. Alexander was there and was looking at me in complete horror, while Dasha wasn't really phased as to why I was suddenly covered in dirt. So I tried to keep my face calm and walked straight into the room starting to rip the clothes off me, I was just pulling my under shirt over my head until I heard a loud shriek. I quickly tore it off and who do I see gaping not at me, but at the secret I had kept for four months. Dasha couldn't comprehend what was happening and not wanting to raise my eyes to Alexander I could still see his face. Hurt and anguish flashing in his eyes.
"Tatia...," was all he could say.
"Oh Alexander I didn't know what to do," I blurted out completely forgetting Dasha was still in the room. He ran to me and fell to his knees in front of my peeking belly. We were speechless for what seemed like hours and I could feel his tears sliding down my tummy until my own made their way down to join his.
"How could you not have told me Tatia?" he murmured under his cries.
"I knew if I did everything we worked so hard for would be over, like it is now." Hearing my own words, I looked up for Dasha but she wasn't there.
"Who the fuck cares about anything else Tatia, we can't care about anything else now."
"Darling please stand up, we've got to explain everything to Dasha," I cried not wanting our moment to pass.
But before we could say anything Dasha came storming into the room with Alexanders' gun crying hysterically. Her whole body was shaking and we knew she finally understood everything, the veil was now removed from her eyes.
"Dasha honey im so sorry, please what are you doing?" I cried.
"You selfish bitch, Tatia! You take the one thing from me that I love! Alexander you bastard I thought you cared about me, at first I thought I was just a good time girl but then you started to come around and open up a bit more, if I only I knew it was all for my younger sister! She doesn't have curves or breasts, she's not even a woman!" I couldn't believe she was saying all this but she was right I deserved it.
"Dasha we tried to stay away from each other for you, but we just couldn't. Please you have to understand." I tried to reason with her but I wasn't getting through.
"Don't even start with me Tatia, don't even fucken speak to me you whore of a sister," she screamed shaking even more.
"Dasha put the gun down now before you hurt somebody." Alexander said as though he were commanding a soldier.
"I don't give a fuck who I hurt Alexander, so tell me how long have you loved my sister?" Dasha cried flinching at her own words.
"Dasha calm down, you don't want to have this conversation." he spoke so calmly. We all stood looking at each other for a few minutes, processing everything that had just happened.
"Dasha we truly never meant for this to happen," I screamed begging for forgiveness. But she wouldn't listen and then she pointed the gun right at me.
"This can't be fixed Tatia, I have nothing to live for. Nothing." Dasha moaned with empty eyes.
Alexander flew straight at her but it was too late. The room echoed with the protruding sound of the gun shot, I waited for death to hit me, for my life to flash right before my eyes. But it never did. Instead Dasha tumbled towards the ground, blood trickling from her mouth and pouring frm from her back. I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't do anything. What had I done? I slid down to her now motionless body and closed her once wandering eyes. She was giving me and Alexander a chance to live our lives but knowing full well she couldn't be there to watch it all.
"If you can hear me honey Dasha, I love you. Please forive me."
It was June 22, 1941 and war had just been declared between Russia and Germany, Leningrad in particular. But why did I feel as though it was just another balmy afternoon, a cool zephyr running through my hair and lightly tickling the beads of water that seeped through my skin. Papa appointed the job of buying groceries to me, of all people. he was definitely feeling a little aloof.
I walked along Nevsky Prospekt and saw that all the shops had either a 'closed' sign or had lines that backed all the way to the end of the street. Hmmm what was it that hung in the air today, was it . . . Hope? Life? Love? Or was it just war? Drowning, I was quickly pulled from my ocean of thoughts.
Women were quarrleing over sausage, caviar, canned food and all sorts. Personally I had no idea why everybody was in such a frenzy, as if the food was going to run out. But I knew Papa would be disappointed if I came home empty handed so I went and stood with the cluster of crazy women who were arguing about whether to get vodka or salami until one very alarming lady turned around and barked, "Ladies this is war! Buy your caviar, it will last you but a week. Whilst my canned ham will last as long as I do." Why did my stomach churn when I heard those words?
Delerium was starting to eat at me, I couldn't handle this kind of hysteria so I decided to take a stroll down one of my favourite streets which I knew would be deserted at a time like this. I saw one of the ice-cream stands were open, crem brulee mmm I couldn't wait for the dreamy liquid to relieve me of my parched throat. I hitched a spot at the bus stop, I decided I would catch the bus number 136 in hope of finding some food else where.
It was such a beautiful day, how can there be any chaos or worry at all, faintly humming, "We'll meet again in Lvov, my love and I...", I bounced my leg to the tune, it was the latest hit in Russia. Damn my hair was getting caught in my ice-cream, I definitely didn't want to ruin my Polish dress, the only thing I had to call my own.
Quickly licking the cone before the ice-cream could hit my dress I could see someone standing across the road looking at me or the scenery, i hoped it was the scenery. Pause. It was a soldier and I had seen many before but why was this one staring at me as if he'd known me his whole life, as if he were silently saying to me Where have you been Tatiana?
He walked towards me, more like floated, his walk was not like any other Russian man, each stride was sealed with confidence. My eyes were pleading for more, up, up up, olive skin peeked out under his Class A's collar, a set jaw, stunning white teeth, up, those eyes, those chocolate eyes, were they really locked on me? "Hello there." A confident voice, although I didn't recognise his accent. I could feel my face burning, argh I hated that about me.
"Hi."
How many minutes had passed?
"My name is Alexander, are you planning on telling me yours?"
***
It all seemed right that first moment. The moment he crossed the street for me, the moment I fell in love but didn't yet know it, the moment where time itself seemed to have frozen because everything around us suddenly just...stopped moving. That was until I knew he was the man my older sister Dasha had fallen head over heels for. Before Dimitri, his best friend, delusively claimed me as his own in spite of knowing Alexanders' feelings for me and completely aware of his own motives. Before I knew Alexander was really an American in incognito, a prisoner accused of treasonous acts against Russia, that was until he escaped. Before we had to conceal our love from Dimitri for fear of him revealing Alexanders true identity out of envy. And now here he was, a lieutenant in the Red Army who was completely overwhelmed by my every movement, whisper, word and smile (God knows why). And here I was, a seventeen year old completely dazed, completely breathless, completely, completely, completely everything. That was what our love was; forbidden love, we had the Cross and the Crown in our cups.
To betray my sister and tell her that Alexander had only ever loved me? To reveal our love to dimitri and risk everything? To tell everything was to lose everything.
***
"Please lets just tell them Tatia, I don't care what the consequences are as long as I have you in my life nothing else matters! I'm sick of the lies, the hiding, I can't even whisper to you without your family over hearing!"
"But Alexander, what about Dimitri? He'll tell the secret government everything and then where will we be? Worse than we are now!" crying eratically I tried to calm myself.
"Who gives a fuck about him? I don't give a shit about what he does!"
"And what about Dasha? You think I can stand to break my own sisters heart, my flesh and blood? For God's sake I have to sleep in the same bed with her, this is Russia Alexander, not America!" and in a lower tone , almost inaudible, "we're just not meant to be!" I couldn't believe the words coming out of my own mouth but this is what love had subjected us to.
"You don't mean that Tatia, lets just tell them please," pleading, "I'm begging you!"
I couldn't stand to see him running on empty, piece by piece my soul was slowly being shredded and now hovering with the rest of infinite matter in space. "I will not let Dimitri win, you and I both know he won't let this one go without a fight. And this is one you simply can't win my love."
I could see him crumbling from the inside out, my legs couldn't hold up any longer, "You know what you have to do if we want to be together don't you?"
Lowering his head, he knew, "I know."
"I know what Dimitri wants Alexander, how can you be so blind? Dimitri only itches for what you want most, once that itch is relieved he moves on. So just stay as far away from me as you can and closer to Dasha and you'll see," flinching at my own words, "Dimitri will back off."
Never lifting his head to me, "I'll try Tatia, for you I'll do anything, but mark my words this isn't going to end well."
We were breaking and soon we weren't going to be able to keep this charade up for much longer. I needed to be strong for my soldier more than ever now, for we both knew what lay ahead in the coming days would be an everlasting fire in our hearts. He lifted his eyes to me and I had to put on my indifferent face to reassure him we would be together soon. If it was in this life or the next I didn't know.
Tonight was exquisite, the lilacs were swimming with the silent silohuettes of The Summer Garden, the fragrance of every flower relieved every sense in your body and yet we could feel our misery suffocating the once serene heavens.
"Soldier come lay your head on me," the guard said it was was time to eat and like a prisoner he obeyed.
"Tatia...," his lips devoured mine, I could barely stay conscious, we remained locked in a moment of heat and pure bliss while hie tongue traced the outline of my lips, the feeling was so addictive; he was my very own crem brulee ice-cream. "Tatia you're the sweetest girl you know, I knew the first monent I saw you God was giving me a sign, he was giving me faith, he was giving me the strength to keep on living because he made you just for me. All my life I had no purpose, no reason to live or die or fight for. Tatia you are my purpose, you are reason. Why are you crying?" Alexander could feel my body quivering under him.
His eyes slowly found mine, we sat just gazing at each other for what seemed like hours knowing we weren't going to be able to do this for a long time, our souls completely luminous.
***
As the weeks edged on I started to feel worse than before, the ration of 300 grams of bread just wasn't cutting it anymore, if I got up too fast my head would start to spin, the bosom area of my shirt felt tighter and I couldn't remember the last time I had my period. I knew what was happening but I didn't want to know. At the peak of war and death I was pregnant. Why now? Dimitri was actually starting to back off after his useless attempts to bed me failed. And Dasha, oh Dasha. Anyone would think the war had never landed on her front door step, so blinded by love she couldn't even see through it all.
***
Four months had passed and I was starting to show but I still hadn't told anyone yet, especially not Alexander. So life went on as it did every other day, lies, more lies and some more lies. I woke up at 7.30am to go and get our daily ration of bread and sugar. Struggling to put on extra clothes to protect me from the raging blizzard outside I hurried along to complete my daily chores. I walked so slow that it took me an hour to actually get to the shop, a walk that usually only took me fifteen minutes. On the way back home I could see the German planes over head firing more bombs in an attempt to take out the only hospital we had left. Was starvation starting to blur my vision? Or was a bomb really heading in my direction? Too afraid to stop and contemplate my theories I ran as fast as my body allowed me to. I could hear the bombs whistle approaching so I instantly dived into the nearest doorway. Minutes passed. Was I dead? No, death couldn't be this painful. Slowly heaving myself off the ground I made my way back home walking even slower than I did before, my clothes were burnt and my face was coverd in ash and dirt.
Opening the front door, my jaw dropped to the ground. Alexander was there and was looking at me in complete horror, while Dasha wasn't really phased as to why I was suddenly covered in dirt. So I tried to keep my face calm and walked straight into the room starting to rip the clothes off me, I was just pulling my under shirt over my head until I heard a loud shriek. I quickly tore it off and who do I see gaping not at me, but at the secret I had kept for four months. Dasha couldn't comprehend what was happening and not wanting to raise my eyes to Alexander I could still see his face. Hurt and anguish flashing in his eyes.
"Tatia...," was all he could say.
"Oh Alexander I didn't know what to do," I blurted out completely forgetting Dasha was still in the room. He ran to me and fell to his knees in front of my peeking belly. We were speechless for what seemed like hours and I could feel his tears sliding down my tummy until my own made their way down to join his.
"How could you not have told me Tatia?" he murmured under his cries.
"I knew if I did everything we worked so hard for would be over, like it is now." Hearing my own words, I looked up for Dasha but she wasn't there.
"Who the fuck cares about anything else Tatia, we can't care about anything else now."
"Darling please stand up, we've got to explain everything to Dasha," I cried not wanting our moment to pass.
But before we could say anything Dasha came storming into the room with Alexanders' gun crying hysterically. Her whole body was shaking and we knew she finally understood everything, the veil was now removed from her eyes.
"Dasha honey im so sorry, please what are you doing?" I cried.
"You selfish bitch, Tatia! You take the one thing from me that I love! Alexander you bastard I thought you cared about me, at first I thought I was just a good time girl but then you started to come around and open up a bit more, if I only I knew it was all for my younger sister! She doesn't have curves or breasts, she's not even a woman!" I couldn't believe she was saying all this but she was right I deserved it.
"Dasha we tried to stay away from each other for you, but we just couldn't. Please you have to understand." I tried to reason with her but I wasn't getting through.
"Don't even start with me Tatia, don't even fucken speak to me you whore of a sister," she screamed shaking even more.
"Dasha put the gun down now before you hurt somebody." Alexander said as though he were commanding a soldier.
"I don't give a fuck who I hurt Alexander, so tell me how long have you loved my sister?" Dasha cried flinching at her own words.
"Dasha calm down, you don't want to have this conversation." he spoke so calmly. We all stood looking at each other for a few minutes, processing everything that had just happened.
"Dasha we truly never meant for this to happen," I screamed begging for forgiveness. But she wouldn't listen and then she pointed the gun right at me.
"This can't be fixed Tatia, I have nothing to live for. Nothing." Dasha moaned with empty eyes.
Alexander flew straight at her but it was too late. The room echoed with the protruding sound of the gun shot, I waited for death to hit me, for my life to flash right before my eyes. But it never did. Instead Dasha tumbled towards the ground, blood trickling from her mouth and pouring frm from her back. I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't do anything. What had I done? I slid down to her now motionless body and closed her once wandering eyes. She was giving me and Alexander a chance to live our lives but knowing full well she couldn't be there to watch it all.
"If you can hear me honey Dasha, I love you. Please forive me."
Saturday, August 15, 2009
STEVEE: FINAL PART!
As the weeks edged on I started to feel worse than before, the ration of 300 grams of bread just wasn't cuting it anymore, if i got up too fast my head would start to spin, the bosom area of my t-shirt felt tighter and I couldn't remember the last time I had my period. I knew what was happening but I didn't want to know. At the peak of war and death I was pregnant. Why now? Dimitri was actually starting to back off after his useless attempts to bed me. And Dasha, oh Dasha. Anyone would think the war had never landed on her front door step, so blinded by love she couldn't even see through it all.
***
Four months passed and I was starting to show but I still hadn't told anyone yet, especially not Alexander. So life went on as it did every other day, lies, more lies and some more lies. I woke up at 7.30 to go and get our daily ration of bread and sugar. Struggling to put on extra clothes to protect me from the raging blizzard outside I hurried along to complete my daily chores. I walked so slow that it took me an hour to actually get to the shop, a walk that usually only took me fifteen minutes. On the way back home I could see the Germans firing more bombs over head trying to take out the only hospital we had left. Was starvation starting to blur my vision? Or was a bomb really heading in my direction? Too afraid to stop and contemplate my theories I ran as fast as i possibly could, I could hear the bombs whistle approaching so I instantly dived into the nearest doorway. Minutes passed. Was I dead? No, death couldn't be this painful. Slowly heaving myself off the ground I made my way back home walking even slower than I did before, my clothes were burnt and my face was covered in ash and dirt. Opening the front door, my mouth hit the ground. Alexander was looking at me in complete horror, Dasha wasn't really phased with why I was suddenly covered in dirt. So i tried to keep my face calm and walked straight into the room starting to rip the clothes off me, I was just pulling my under shirt over my head until i heard a loud shriek. I quickly tore my jursey off and who do I see gaping, not at me, but at the secret I had kept for four months. Dasha couldn't comprehend what was happening and not wanting to raise my eyes to Alexander I could still see his face. I saw hurt and anguish in his eyes.
"Tatia...," was all he could say.
"Oh Alexander, i didn't know what to do," I blurted out completely forgetting Dasha was still in the room. He ran to me and fell to his knees in front of my peeking belly. We were speechless for what seemed like hours, and I could feel his tears sliding down my tummy until my own made their way down to join his.
"How could you not tell me Tatia?" he murmured under his cries.
"I knew if I did everything we worked so hard for would be over, like it is now." Hearing my own words, I looked up for Dasha but she wasn't there.
"Who the fuck cares about anything else Tatia, we can't care about anything else now."
"Darling please stand up, we've got alot of explaining to do," I cried not wanting our moment to pass.
But before we could say anything Dasha came into the room with Alexanders gun crying hysterically. Her whole body was shaking and we knew she finally understood everything, the veil was now removed from her eyes.
"Dasha honey im so sorry, please what are you doing?" I cried.
"You selfish bitch, Tatia! You take the one thing from me that I love! Alexander you bastard I thought you cared about me, at first I thought I was just a good time girl but then you started to come around and open up a bit more, if only I knew it was all for my younger sister! She doesn't have curves or breasts she's not even a woman!" I couldn't believe she was saying all this but she was right I deserved it.
"Dasha we tried to stay away from each other, but we just couldn't. Please you have to understand." I tried to reason with her but I wasn't getting through.
"Don't even start with me Tatia, don't even fucken speak to me you whore of a sister." she screamed shaking even more.
"Dasha put the gun down now, before your hurt somebody," Alexander said as though he were commanding a soldier.
"I don't give a fuck who I hurt Alexander, so tell me how long have you loved my sister?" Dasha cried flinching at her own words.
"Dasha calm down, you don't want to have this conversation." he spoke calmly. We all stood looking at each other for a few minutes, processing everything that had just happened.
"Dasha we never meant for this to happen," I screamed begging for forgiveness. But she wouldn't listen and then she pointed the gun right at me.
"This can't be fixed Tatia, you took the one thing that mattered to me most and now I have nothing to live for. Nothing." Dasha moaned with empty eyes.
Alexander flew straight at her but it was too late. The room echoed with the protruding sound of the gunshot, I waited for death to hit me, for my life to flash right before my eyes but it never did. Instead Dasha tumbled towards the ground, blood trickling from her mouth and gushing out of her back. I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't do anything. What had I done? I slid down to her motionless body and closed her once were wandering eyes. My sister had left this world without peace all because of me. She gave me and Alexander a chance to live our lives but knowing full well she couldn't be there to watch it all.
"If you can hear me honey Dasha, I love you. Please forgive me."
***
Four months passed and I was starting to show but I still hadn't told anyone yet, especially not Alexander. So life went on as it did every other day, lies, more lies and some more lies. I woke up at 7.30 to go and get our daily ration of bread and sugar. Struggling to put on extra clothes to protect me from the raging blizzard outside I hurried along to complete my daily chores. I walked so slow that it took me an hour to actually get to the shop, a walk that usually only took me fifteen minutes. On the way back home I could see the Germans firing more bombs over head trying to take out the only hospital we had left. Was starvation starting to blur my vision? Or was a bomb really heading in my direction? Too afraid to stop and contemplate my theories I ran as fast as i possibly could, I could hear the bombs whistle approaching so I instantly dived into the nearest doorway. Minutes passed. Was I dead? No, death couldn't be this painful. Slowly heaving myself off the ground I made my way back home walking even slower than I did before, my clothes were burnt and my face was covered in ash and dirt. Opening the front door, my mouth hit the ground. Alexander was looking at me in complete horror, Dasha wasn't really phased with why I was suddenly covered in dirt. So i tried to keep my face calm and walked straight into the room starting to rip the clothes off me, I was just pulling my under shirt over my head until i heard a loud shriek. I quickly tore my jursey off and who do I see gaping, not at me, but at the secret I had kept for four months. Dasha couldn't comprehend what was happening and not wanting to raise my eyes to Alexander I could still see his face. I saw hurt and anguish in his eyes.
"Tatia...," was all he could say.
"Oh Alexander, i didn't know what to do," I blurted out completely forgetting Dasha was still in the room. He ran to me and fell to his knees in front of my peeking belly. We were speechless for what seemed like hours, and I could feel his tears sliding down my tummy until my own made their way down to join his.
"How could you not tell me Tatia?" he murmured under his cries.
"I knew if I did everything we worked so hard for would be over, like it is now." Hearing my own words, I looked up for Dasha but she wasn't there.
"Who the fuck cares about anything else Tatia, we can't care about anything else now."
"Darling please stand up, we've got alot of explaining to do," I cried not wanting our moment to pass.
But before we could say anything Dasha came into the room with Alexanders gun crying hysterically. Her whole body was shaking and we knew she finally understood everything, the veil was now removed from her eyes.
"Dasha honey im so sorry, please what are you doing?" I cried.
"You selfish bitch, Tatia! You take the one thing from me that I love! Alexander you bastard I thought you cared about me, at first I thought I was just a good time girl but then you started to come around and open up a bit more, if only I knew it was all for my younger sister! She doesn't have curves or breasts she's not even a woman!" I couldn't believe she was saying all this but she was right I deserved it.
"Dasha we tried to stay away from each other, but we just couldn't. Please you have to understand." I tried to reason with her but I wasn't getting through.
"Don't even start with me Tatia, don't even fucken speak to me you whore of a sister." she screamed shaking even more.
"Dasha put the gun down now, before your hurt somebody," Alexander said as though he were commanding a soldier.
"I don't give a fuck who I hurt Alexander, so tell me how long have you loved my sister?" Dasha cried flinching at her own words.
"Dasha calm down, you don't want to have this conversation." he spoke calmly. We all stood looking at each other for a few minutes, processing everything that had just happened.
"Dasha we never meant for this to happen," I screamed begging for forgiveness. But she wouldn't listen and then she pointed the gun right at me.
"This can't be fixed Tatia, you took the one thing that mattered to me most and now I have nothing to live for. Nothing." Dasha moaned with empty eyes.
Alexander flew straight at her but it was too late. The room echoed with the protruding sound of the gunshot, I waited for death to hit me, for my life to flash right before my eyes but it never did. Instead Dasha tumbled towards the ground, blood trickling from her mouth and gushing out of her back. I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't do anything. What had I done? I slid down to her motionless body and closed her once were wandering eyes. My sister had left this world without peace all because of me. She gave me and Alexander a chance to live our lives but knowing full well she couldn't be there to watch it all.
"If you can hear me honey Dasha, I love you. Please forgive me."
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