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."
Friday, August 14, 2009
A LITTLE BIT MORE! THE ENDING WILL BE UP SOON! SO DONT MARK THEM YET PLEASE DARRYL! LOL
Drained. Weak. Exhausted. No, lifeless was the word. These last few months I was just an apparition, the Tatiana i once knew had left me that night in the Summer Garden. Every time Alexander came over to bring us more food, more wood, more oil, more of whatever we needed I couldn't even bring my eyes to him, the agony was too much. I would hold my breath every time I was near him, i would try not to touch him when I served his dinner, I did anything I could to alleviate the burden on my heavy heart. So many lies, so many doubts, so many secrets, were these the games adults played? If so, i was only a mere pawn in this game of life.
Assessment 1: Final Draft of the novel ‘In My Father’s Den’ Fan Fiction
This Fan fiction is based on the renowned New Zealand writer Maurice Gee’s novel ‘In My Father’s Den.’
There are four people in Prior’s household. They are his parents Edith and Henry, and his brothers Paul and Andrew who all live in Albany, Auckland’s North Shore. All of them think that it is a good place to live. However, it is not a cheap place to live. It is not very far from Auckland city, which is free from regular hustle and bustle of city life and a quiet, peaceful place. Paul can feel the air in Albany which is so fresh and the beaches around the North Shore makes them feel relaxed. They live in a house which their parents bought last year. Since both of their parents are working, somehow they have managed to buy their own home. Paul thinks that his father would have never managed to pay the mortgage alone without his mother’s financial support. The house is not so big. It is a one-storey house. On the back side of the house, Henry has planted orange, apple and pear trees. Edith has planted some flowers as well. If Edith is at home, she wants to look after everything. All of the Prior’s household help each other. Paul is seventeen years old and Andrew is two years younger than him, but Andrew looks more matured than him.
Paul’s father, Henry, as he himself thinks has one of the favourite pastimes in the world which is reading books. Inside the house, one room is filled with a variety of books, fictions and nonfictions. If the room contained only nonfictions, then definitely Paul would have avoided the place. His father takes great care of the books and the room as well.
Everybody says that Paul is a nice boy. May be he is. He works hard for his studies and his personality attracts everyone. At times, Andrew is jealous of how everybody, especially girls at Long Bay College stare at Paul. This does not disturb Paul at all as he thinks it is common between siblings.
It is Sunday morning and it is the month of February. Paul asks himself, “What happened to me?” He is thinking of Kate, his classmate and friend. Paul can remember that day when Kate approached him when he was having a break in college. Her naturally straight black hairs, slim tall figure, innocent and beautiful face attracted Paul instantly. That day, she talked a little about her studies. Paul gave his mobile number to her whom she did not ask for, but her smiling face must have said something.
The next day, there is no text and no call. He wants to control his emotions. May be it is too early to expect from someone. He could not concentrate in class. So he thought “Just wait. I don’t want to disturb her. I want her to come to me.”
After seven days, during break time in college, Kate came to Paul. “Hi Paul, how is everything going?”
“Oh! Kate, where have you been?”
“Sorry Paul I should have called you earlier.”
“It’s all right, Kate.”
One Sunday, they walked around Long Bay Beach. Kate told Paul she is eighteen and works in Henderson, but she is eager to look for a job in Albany. She is her parents’ only child. She proposed Paul to come over to her house. Paul was not sure whether her parents would like it. She assured him. She said, “Do you mind Paul swimming with me?” Paul smiled.
Another Sunday, they swam in the Orewa beach; holding each other’s hands and Paul enjoyed her company. They drove towards the roads of the North Shore in his car. Some other day, he took her to Sky City Cinema, Westfield Albany and watched a movie. They went for a picnic in Tauranga and Paul presented a diamond ring worth hundred dollars to her.
Time goes by. Paul is helping Kate in her studies in order to get ready for NCEA exams. Paul introduced her with his parents. He showed her his father’s ‘den.’
NCEA exams are getting closer. These days, Kate talks about her cousin who often comes to her house.
“Do you see him as your boyfriend?” Paul asked Kate.
“You are jealous, Paul.”
“I feel so much closer to you now Paul.” Paul liked it how she expressed her feelings to him. He touched her hair and showed her his warm response.
The exams are over. Kate has gone for a holiday with her parents. Paul became suspicious of whether Kate’s cousin is accompanying her or not. Paul got his exam results. As usual, he has done well. He is waiting for Kate’s call. But nothing happened. In this holiday, he spent a lot of time reading some of his father’s books. His mother and Andrew have little interest in his father’s books.
Three years have gone by since Kate left. After Paul graduated, he joined a company which is based in Auckland. At times, he went overseas. In Auckland, he visits his family, especially his father and the ‘den.’ He has added some books to his father’s collections.
One day, Paul’s father said, “Paul, we all love you. This is no way to spend your life.” Paul said, “I haven’t considered of being with someone seriously.”
Father said, “Don’t try to escape.”
Kate never called him. Once Paul saw her in Auckland with a male. It could be her cousin. Paul thought, “Why did this happen to me?”
This morning, Paul got a phone call from Kate. He is so nervous but tried to be calm without expressing any excitement.
Kate said, “I would like to meet you, Paul.”
“I don’t think its necessary.”
“I need to talk to you, Paul.”
They met at Paul’s rented apartment. After a long time, Paul saw her. She looks confused and unhappy. She explained that she married her cousin according to her parents’ wishes, but after the marriage, nothing is all right between them.
“Paul, do you still love me?”
“After such a long time, how do you expect me to answer you how I feel for you?”
“I am sorry, Paul. I made a mistake and I am suffering from that.”
“Surprise! You suddenly left without telling me, you never called me as if I was a burden to you.”
“I have learnt my lesson. Marriage was a bigger mistake for me. It was too early for me.”
“What happened to your husband? Doesn’t he care for you?”
“He is a selfish person.”
“There is no point talking like that,” Paul said firmly.
“I want to be with you, Paul.”
“Kate, can you remember how much I felt for you and helped you?”
“Paul, I hope you will forgive me.”
In his mind, Paul is thinking as Kate is trying to manipulate him as a second choice. He loved her so much, he still loves her, he is happy to see her, but in return what he is getting is only pain. He thought this time he will not show any weakness towards Kate.
“Kate, I don’t feel for you anymore.”
Kate has just left. Paul feels sad to lie to her. Looking at Kate’s finger, Paul has recognised the ring which he gave her a long time back.
The end
There are four people in Prior’s household. They are his parents Edith and Henry, and his brothers Paul and Andrew who all live in Albany, Auckland’s North Shore. All of them think that it is a good place to live. However, it is not a cheap place to live. It is not very far from Auckland city, which is free from regular hustle and bustle of city life and a quiet, peaceful place. Paul can feel the air in Albany which is so fresh and the beaches around the North Shore makes them feel relaxed. They live in a house which their parents bought last year. Since both of their parents are working, somehow they have managed to buy their own home. Paul thinks that his father would have never managed to pay the mortgage alone without his mother’s financial support. The house is not so big. It is a one-storey house. On the back side of the house, Henry has planted orange, apple and pear trees. Edith has planted some flowers as well. If Edith is at home, she wants to look after everything. All of the Prior’s household help each other. Paul is seventeen years old and Andrew is two years younger than him, but Andrew looks more matured than him.
Paul’s father, Henry, as he himself thinks has one of the favourite pastimes in the world which is reading books. Inside the house, one room is filled with a variety of books, fictions and nonfictions. If the room contained only nonfictions, then definitely Paul would have avoided the place. His father takes great care of the books and the room as well.
Everybody says that Paul is a nice boy. May be he is. He works hard for his studies and his personality attracts everyone. At times, Andrew is jealous of how everybody, especially girls at Long Bay College stare at Paul. This does not disturb Paul at all as he thinks it is common between siblings.
It is Sunday morning and it is the month of February. Paul asks himself, “What happened to me?” He is thinking of Kate, his classmate and friend. Paul can remember that day when Kate approached him when he was having a break in college. Her naturally straight black hairs, slim tall figure, innocent and beautiful face attracted Paul instantly. That day, she talked a little about her studies. Paul gave his mobile number to her whom she did not ask for, but her smiling face must have said something.
The next day, there is no text and no call. He wants to control his emotions. May be it is too early to expect from someone. He could not concentrate in class. So he thought “Just wait. I don’t want to disturb her. I want her to come to me.”
After seven days, during break time in college, Kate came to Paul. “Hi Paul, how is everything going?”
“Oh! Kate, where have you been?”
“Sorry Paul I should have called you earlier.”
“It’s all right, Kate.”
One Sunday, they walked around Long Bay Beach. Kate told Paul she is eighteen and works in Henderson, but she is eager to look for a job in Albany. She is her parents’ only child. She proposed Paul to come over to her house. Paul was not sure whether her parents would like it. She assured him. She said, “Do you mind Paul swimming with me?” Paul smiled.
Another Sunday, they swam in the Orewa beach; holding each other’s hands and Paul enjoyed her company. They drove towards the roads of the North Shore in his car. Some other day, he took her to Sky City Cinema, Westfield Albany and watched a movie. They went for a picnic in Tauranga and Paul presented a diamond ring worth hundred dollars to her.
Time goes by. Paul is helping Kate in her studies in order to get ready for NCEA exams. Paul introduced her with his parents. He showed her his father’s ‘den.’
NCEA exams are getting closer. These days, Kate talks about her cousin who often comes to her house.
“Do you see him as your boyfriend?” Paul asked Kate.
“You are jealous, Paul.”
“I feel so much closer to you now Paul.” Paul liked it how she expressed her feelings to him. He touched her hair and showed her his warm response.
The exams are over. Kate has gone for a holiday with her parents. Paul became suspicious of whether Kate’s cousin is accompanying her or not. Paul got his exam results. As usual, he has done well. He is waiting for Kate’s call. But nothing happened. In this holiday, he spent a lot of time reading some of his father’s books. His mother and Andrew have little interest in his father’s books.
Three years have gone by since Kate left. After Paul graduated, he joined a company which is based in Auckland. At times, he went overseas. In Auckland, he visits his family, especially his father and the ‘den.’ He has added some books to his father’s collections.
One day, Paul’s father said, “Paul, we all love you. This is no way to spend your life.” Paul said, “I haven’t considered of being with someone seriously.”
Father said, “Don’t try to escape.”
Kate never called him. Once Paul saw her in Auckland with a male. It could be her cousin. Paul thought, “Why did this happen to me?”
This morning, Paul got a phone call from Kate. He is so nervous but tried to be calm without expressing any excitement.
Kate said, “I would like to meet you, Paul.”
“I don’t think its necessary.”
“I need to talk to you, Paul.”
They met at Paul’s rented apartment. After a long time, Paul saw her. She looks confused and unhappy. She explained that she married her cousin according to her parents’ wishes, but after the marriage, nothing is all right between them.
“Paul, do you still love me?”
“After such a long time, how do you expect me to answer you how I feel for you?”
“I am sorry, Paul. I made a mistake and I am suffering from that.”
“Surprise! You suddenly left without telling me, you never called me as if I was a burden to you.”
“I have learnt my lesson. Marriage was a bigger mistake for me. It was too early for me.”
“What happened to your husband? Doesn’t he care for you?”
“He is a selfish person.”
“There is no point talking like that,” Paul said firmly.
“I want to be with you, Paul.”
“Kate, can you remember how much I felt for you and helped you?”
“Paul, I hope you will forgive me.”
In his mind, Paul is thinking as Kate is trying to manipulate him as a second choice. He loved her so much, he still loves her, he is happy to see her, but in return what he is getting is only pain. He thought this time he will not show any weakness towards Kate.
“Kate, I don’t feel for you anymore.”
Kate has just left. Paul feels sad to lie to her. Looking at Kate’s finger, Paul has recognised the ring which he gave her a long time back.
The end
Thursday, August 13, 2009
The Final Four URLs
This is a pretty cool 300 fanfic the writing style is very well done it's almost poetic like the narration in the movie. very cool.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5031979/1/For_His_King
Cute King Arthur fanfic
This is kind of a cute feel good sort of story. I don't know if it does well in King Arthur, but it is a creative story in an original setting it may not be an original story, but it is a cool idea.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5244260/1/A_furry_problem
John Tucker must die fanfic with a twist
This fan fic is good because, it goes against the original story and spins it around. The stroy just ends up going against the normal stereotypical teen movie where the witty cool guy get the shy girl and not the jock. It adds a new level of character development as well. It's different how it makes lots of references to songs and how the are relevant to the situations of the character.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5274918/1/My_Life_Would_Suck_Without_You
That 70's show fan fic
This is a very interesting fan fic, but i don't think that they had punk goths in the seventies. I think it was more of an 80's 90's deal but whatever. it would be nice if the author would distinguish between who is talking a bit better. overall a good rendition of the show.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5271022/3/Twin
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5031979/1/For_His_King
Cute King Arthur fanfic
This is kind of a cute feel good sort of story. I don't know if it does well in King Arthur, but it is a creative story in an original setting it may not be an original story, but it is a cool idea.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5244260/1/A_furry_problem
John Tucker must die fanfic with a twist
This fan fic is good because, it goes against the original story and spins it around. The stroy just ends up going against the normal stereotypical teen movie where the witty cool guy get the shy girl and not the jock. It adds a new level of character development as well. It's different how it makes lots of references to songs and how the are relevant to the situations of the character.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5274918/1/My_Life_Would_Suck_Without_You
That 70's show fan fic
This is a very interesting fan fic, but i don't think that they had punk goths in the seventies. I think it was more of an 80's 90's deal but whatever. it would be nice if the author would distinguish between who is talking a bit better. overall a good rendition of the show.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5271022/3/Twin
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The animated movie Kung Fu Panda tells the story of Po, a panda that works at his dad’s noodle shop, has dreams of becoming a mighty Kung Fu fighter and joining the Furious Five: Tigress, Viper, Crane, Monkey and Mantis. One day, he learns that the Jade Temple is setting up a competition to select the Dragon Warrior. Po goes to see the competition between the Furious Five. He enters the contest by accident and is chosen by Oogway, the old sage, as the Dragon Warrior. Now, Master Shifu must train Po into a Kung Fu Master, as the city comes under the threat of Tai Lung, a treacherous snow leopard who had been Master Shifu’s favourite pupil and is now coming to the Valley of Peace seeking revenge. Po sets out to defend the valley and finds that his greatest weaknesses can turn out to be his greatest strengths. All the characters are equally funny, intelligent and sometimes dominative. Although it is an animated movie, how the characters talk, feel for each other and their movements look genuine. An animated movie like Kung Fu Panda is a kind of imagination as a martial arts movie with real heart and emotion. http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5283042/1/Panda_Scars
Desperate Housewives Fanfiction
We can see everyday household happenings in this television series. These housewives share their issues and happiness with each other in their neighbourhood. It seems sometimes it is very difficult for them to pretend as if everything is all right as it is not the same all the time. I enjoy watching this television series.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5276795/1/Hard_to_Risist
Everybody Loves Raymond Fanfiction
The daily household life and conflict between Raymond, Debra and Raymond’s parents and his brother are very obviously seen in this sitcom. I like the way how Raymond as a husband for the first time took his wife’s side as his mother constantly insults her for bad cooking. However, as I sometimes watch this sitcom, most of the time Raymond enjoys his mother’s cooking which any wife would be very upset. http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4831577/1/Everybody_Loves_Valentines_Day
Nanny Fanfiction
The plot of this television sitcom revolves around the Sheffield household. Fran, as usual, chases after Maxwell, and all the other members are busy with nothing. Fran feels sorry as butler Niles is lonely. She proposes him to arrange a date for him. I like the sitcom in a way how finally Fran managed to marry her beloved Sheffield.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5294289/1/Unknown
The Simpsons Fanfiction
As I watch the animated television sitcom The Simpsons, sometimes it is confusing to find the difference between reality and imagination. Most of the time, whatever happens in this sitcom looks natural.
In My Father’s Den Fanfiction
The novel “In My Father’s Den” was published in 1972. It is a sad story about the conflict of a family. The strong religious theme is present in the novel which made the lives of the family members difficult to move on. There is also a movie named “In My Father’s Den” which was released in 2004. The movie is very different from the novel. I like the novel more. Both the novel and the movie got many awards.
http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/g/maurice-gee/in-my-fathers-den.htm
This fanfiction is about how the two couples Amanda and Graham, and Iris and Miles started a new life after meeting each other. Both couples promised themselves to keep in touch with each other, but the workaholic Amanda could not keep her promise. However, Miles and Iris tried their best to keep their promises. In my opinion, every woman will get envious of how Amanda is able to get an understanding person like Jude Law as Graham. Both Cameron Diaz as Amanda and Kate Winslet as Iris gave brilliant performances in this 2006 movie.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4837880/1/The_Holiday_2
Rush Hour Fanfiction
This fanfiction is very funny most of the time. In a hostage situation, Carter seems careless and selfish, but both Carter and Lee enjoy each other’s company. In the movie Rush Hour 2, actors Chris Tucker as Detective James Carter and Jackie Chan as chief inspector Lee were sometimes serious, funny and understanding. I have enjoyed Rush Hour 2 a lot. Eventually, the two main characters Carter and Lee started to respect each other. http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4467396/1/Rush_Hour_Im_hungry
Bean Fanfiction
This 1997 movie is full of fun. Briefly in this movie, Mr. Bean creates a disaster in everything. He tries to do things in the right way, but somehow, the outcome is worse than bad.
Mr. Bean’s Holiday Fanfiction
Mr. Bean wins a vacation trip to France as well as a camcorder. He arrives in France by a Eurostar train. He is ready to catch a train to go to the South of France. Before catching the train, he meets Emil who is a Russian film director to be judged at the Cannes Film Festival to use his camcorder to record his boarding. But accidentally, Emil was left behind at the train station. Bean found Emil’s son Stepan, lost his wallet and travel documents at a pay phone where Mr. Bean tried to contact Emil. Both Bean and Stepan took the help of the beautiful actress Sabine’s car to arrive in Cannes where Sabine was taking part in her premiere show, in which she was acting. As a payback, Bean tried to establish Sabine as a good actress in front of the audience, by showing his camcorder images to the audience. I like this 2007 movie more than the 1997 Bean movie. It shows that Mr. Bean is not always too funny and selfish. As a person, Mr. Bean has proved in this movie that he can please a woman. I like Mr. Bean’s pleasing nature.
Kung Fu Panda Fanfiction
The animated movie Kung Fu Panda tells the story of Po, a panda that works at his dad’s noodle shop, has dreams of becoming a mighty Kung Fu fighter and joining the Furious Five: Tigress, Viper, Crane, Monkey and Mantis. One day, he learns that the Jade Temple is setting up a competition to select the Dragon Warrior. Po goes to see the competition between the Furious Five. He enters the contest by accident and is chosen by Oogway, the old sage, as the Dragon Warrior. Now, Master Shifu must train Po into a Kung Fu Master, as the city comes under the threat of Tai Lung, a treacherous snow leopard who had been Master Shifu’s favourite pupil and is now coming to the Valley of Peace seeking revenge. Po sets out to defend the valley and finds that his greatest weaknesses can turn out to be his greatest strengths. All the characters are equally funny, intelligent and sometimes dominative. Although it is an animated movie, how the characters talk, feel for each other and their movements look genuine. An animated movie like Kung Fu Panda is a kind of imagination as a martial arts movie with real heart and emotion. http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5283042/1/Panda_Scars
Desperate Housewives Fanfiction
We can see everyday household happenings in this television series. These housewives share their issues and happiness with each other in their neighbourhood. It seems sometimes it is very difficult for them to pretend as if everything is all right as it is not the same all the time. I enjoy watching this television series.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5276795/1/Hard_to_Risist
Everybody Loves Raymond Fanfiction
The daily household life and conflict between Raymond, Debra and Raymond’s parents and his brother are very obviously seen in this sitcom. I like the way how Raymond as a husband for the first time took his wife’s side as his mother constantly insults her for bad cooking. However, as I sometimes watch this sitcom, most of the time Raymond enjoys his mother’s cooking which any wife would be very upset. http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4831577/1/Everybody_Loves_Valentines_Day
Nanny Fanfiction
The plot of this television sitcom revolves around the Sheffield household. Fran, as usual, chases after Maxwell, and all the other members are busy with nothing. Fran feels sorry as butler Niles is lonely. She proposes him to arrange a date for him. I like the sitcom in a way how finally Fran managed to marry her beloved Sheffield.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5294289/1/Unknown
The Simpsons Fanfiction
As I watch the animated television sitcom The Simpsons, sometimes it is confusing to find the difference between reality and imagination. Most of the time, whatever happens in this sitcom looks natural.
In My Father’s Den Fanfiction
The novel “In My Father’s Den” was published in 1972. It is a sad story about the conflict of a family. The strong religious theme is present in the novel which made the lives of the family members difficult to move on. There is also a movie named “In My Father’s Den” which was released in 2004. The movie is very different from the novel. I like the novel more. Both the novel and the movie got many awards.
http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/g/maurice-gee/in-my-fathers-den.htm
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
S-T-R-U-U-U-G-G-L-I-N-G-!
Trying to come up with an ending, so difficult! Gonna get there by tonight hopefully guys so feedback would be good, and the 3rd part to my story is up now!
STEVEESAN: THE THIRD DRAFT!
"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 then we are now!" crying erratically 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 Gods 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, "im 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 time to eat and the prisoner obeyed.
"Tatia..," his lips devoured mine, i could bearly stay conscious, we remained locked in a moment of heat and pure bliss while his 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 moment i saw you God was giving me a sign, he was giving me faith, 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.
"But Alexander, what about Dimitri? He'll tell the secret government everything and then where will we be? Worse then we are now!" crying erratically 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 Gods 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, "im 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 time to eat and the prisoner obeyed.
"Tatia..," his lips devoured mine, i could bearly stay conscious, we remained locked in a moment of heat and pure bliss while his 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 moment i saw you God was giving me a sign, he was giving me faith, 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.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Final bunch of hyperlinks!
Skins Fanfiction: A fanfiction based around episode 6 of the 3rd series, which was the episode centred around Naomi.
It gives a more in depth look at what happened in the episode and gives you the thoughts of the characters as well as their spoken words. It's not finished yet, but what is written so far is a fantastic portrayal of characters, especially Naomi :)
Hopes, Fears and Desires: A Skins Fanfic
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Breakfast Club Fanfiction: Fanfiction about Breakfast Club, one of my favourite John Hughes movies, see it if you haven't already. The movie is about 6 kids from different cliques who all get detention on the same weekend and are stuck together for an entire Saturday and end up forming bonds they never thought possible.
The fanfiction, however, is about how it was fated for the 6 kids to meet, not just chance. So it writes the story of what if they had never gotten detention and somehow they met anyway. It's quite long, but i liked it enough that i kept on reading right to the very end. It has great imagery and ties all the storylines together in a really creative way.
If They Never Met: A Breakfast Club Fanfic
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A RENT Fanfiction: Rent, for those of you who don't know, is a musical about bohemians of New York, drugs, HIV, gays, lesbianism, and life as a bohemian. There is a part in the movie where one of the characters, Mimi (who also happens to be one of my favourtie characters) goes missing after slipping back into a heroin addiction her partner, Roger, had tried for months to get her out of. This tells her story from start to finish, showing how she got to where she is in the movie, and also about the bits in between where she goes missing.
Out Of Hand: A RENT Fanfic
I'm hoping thats 10! Also, my final draft is published, it's down near the end of this page of posts I'm hoping. Comment away! Hope you like it :)
It gives a more in depth look at what happened in the episode and gives you the thoughts of the characters as well as their spoken words. It's not finished yet, but what is written so far is a fantastic portrayal of characters, especially Naomi :)
Hopes, Fears and Desires: A Skins Fanfic
**
Breakfast Club Fanfiction: Fanfiction about Breakfast Club, one of my favourite John Hughes movies, see it if you haven't already. The movie is about 6 kids from different cliques who all get detention on the same weekend and are stuck together for an entire Saturday and end up forming bonds they never thought possible.
The fanfiction, however, is about how it was fated for the 6 kids to meet, not just chance. So it writes the story of what if they had never gotten detention and somehow they met anyway. It's quite long, but i liked it enough that i kept on reading right to the very end. It has great imagery and ties all the storylines together in a really creative way.
If They Never Met: A Breakfast Club Fanfic
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A RENT Fanfiction: Rent, for those of you who don't know, is a musical about bohemians of New York, drugs, HIV, gays, lesbianism, and life as a bohemian. There is a part in the movie where one of the characters, Mimi (who also happens to be one of my favourtie characters) goes missing after slipping back into a heroin addiction her partner, Roger, had tried for months to get her out of. This tells her story from start to finish, showing how she got to where she is in the movie, and also about the bits in between where she goes missing.
Out Of Hand: A RENT Fanfic
I'm hoping thats 10! Also, my final draft is published, it's down near the end of this page of posts I'm hoping. Comment away! Hope you like it :)
Family Guy fanfic
This would be a pretty cool Family Guy episode. It's a very creative idea to have a parody of the inferno. If you think about Family Guy is pretty simple, take 1 story that most people know the general plot of, add the characters in the appropriate positions in accordance to Family Guy, tell the story but add flash backs of random jokes and presto instant family guy.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5278062/1/Peters_Inferno
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5278062/1/Peters_Inferno
FIRST DRAFT THEN SECOND, DONT GET THEM MIXED UP!
Okay just so you don't get confused! The first part of my fan fiction is called "MY FIRST DRAFT...READ MEEE!" And the second one is called "STEVEE'S SECOND PART OF DRAFT...", just letting you know cause some are getting a little mixed up with which one comes first!
Koolies!
Koolies!
interesting prologue
This is would be a really good prologue to a sequel for gone in sixty seconds. Its got all the makings to be your rebellious good girl with a past and being born into a family that brakes the law. I mean of course it would have to have a part where she learns how to steal cars and walk in her dads foot steps but it would be an interesting story, even though the overall story is pretty predictable.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5032986/1/Back_in_Sixty_Seconds
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5032986/1/Back_in_Sixty_Seconds
Poor little baby!
I think that the ending the author has made for this fan fiction is interesting because all Disney movies have a happy ending where the villian is always defeated by good. In the original Beauty and the Beast you simply adore the moral of the story; the power of love defeating evil. The author has completely changed this fairy tale ending. She changed the relationship between Bell and the Beast after the birth of their baby is actually a beast. The Beast is disgusted and leaves Bell, obviously he didnt truely love her after all. The author has changed this story from a fairy tale to reality. Something all audiences can relate to.
http://www.fanfiction.net/4996758/1/Baby_or_beast
http://www.fanfiction.net/4996758/1/Baby_or_beast
Same thing, different situation!
I like this fan fic, most probably beacuse im a sucker for Titanic, gets me every time! =( But the author has used the same problems but in a different situation. In this fan fic Jack and Rose seems to be in the midst of an earthquake and instead of fear of drowning, they're now dodging collapsing brick walls and lamp posts. This fan fic isn't that great because there's no intensity to the story or climax. Or maybe it's just because i dont think any fan fiction pieces will live up to the real story of the Titanic. An idea for people who are changing the situation of their original story/stories.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4178986/1/Present_Tense
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4178986/1/Present_Tense
STEVEE'S FIRST DRAFT FOR FAN FICTION! REEEAD MEEE!
It was June 22nd, 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 quarreling 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 136 in hope of finding some food somewhere else.
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 my father bought for me, 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?"
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 quarreling 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 136 in hope of finding some food somewhere else.
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 my father bought for me, 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?"
FULL STORY (final draft) Sorry its so long :S
Her pale blue eyes lined with dark kohl eyeliner narrowed and watched the three boys on the other side of the classroom, knowing they were talking about her. Most probably about her and Emily. Thats all they talk about. That's all ANYBODY ever talks about since Emily decided to come clean in front of everyone about the day they kissed and that it was her who had kissed Naomi and not vice versa as everyone had been brought to believe. Naomi had become accustomed to being called a lesbian, a term so lovingly coined by Emily's twin sister Katie when she caught the wrong end of the 'incident' at a rave six months before. She had taken it in her stride as she was comfortable in her sexuality. She knew she was straight. She knew she liked boys. But knew in the past and knowing in the present are two different things. Now she didn't know what she liked. Or she did know, but didn't want to admit it. She was stuck between a rock and a hard place. The rock being a sweet, innocent red-haired twin, the hard place being a womanising asshole she can't seem to take her eyes off.
Emily had the dream again. It's the same dream she's been having for near six months now. Not so much a dream as a memory, played over and over in vivid colour and surround sound. And now, as her headphones are turned up to the max level, stressing because Katie didn't wake her up and she's now late for her first class, she fades away into a daydream. The strobe lights are blinding, the smoke is rising from the crowd, the music is loud and there's enough bass to shake your clothes off your body. Her bright red hair was sticking to her face and neck with sweat, both her own and other people's. She knew she shouldn't have listened to her sister when she said she should leave her hair out. She watches as all her friends buzz on the high of MDMA, high potency Ecstacy that they always take for these things. She had been given a tablet too, but had given it away to a passerby and faked she had taken it. Drugs are more Katie's thing, not Emily's. Anyway, the crowd melts away and all she can see is Naomi, bleached hair swishing around her face, eyes closed, arms swaying in time with the music. Emily doesn't think, she just moves. Walks right up next to Naomi and begins to move as she moves.
"How high are you right now!?" Naomi screams over the 'boom boom boom' of the speakers, her bright blue eyes becoming more and more vivid under the flurorescent lights. Her pupils looked like large black holes, thanks to the MDMA, and Emily felt like she was being pulled into them. She has to resist it so she just smiles and gives a thumbs up. Naomi smiles back and shuts her eyes again. Emily continues to watch her, deciding it's easier to check her out when she doesn't know about it. Then, as if she could read Emily's mind, Naomi abruptly opens her eyes. She stops moving. The extraordinary, intimidating blue eyes meet with her ordinary, non-descript brown eyes. They are standing nearly nose to nose.
"What?" Naomi mouths with a scowling look on her face. Emily leans in and kisses her. And this is the part of the memory that Emily never forgets. Naomi kisses her back.
"SHE KISSED ME BACK!" Emily screams into the empty courtyard, as she slumps against a classroom wall in defeat and sinks to the ground. She rests her head against her knees and as all the other students are in class, gossiping and attempting to learn something important, Emily sits outside in the cold, sobbing silently, wrapping herself in her own arms wishing they were Naomi's.
"You know what Naomi is backwards..." J.J randomly pipes up in the middle of the lecture, when he sees her azure eyes staring out from behind a platinum curtain-like fringe, watching them.
"What?" Cook asks, also catching the girl's stare and holding it with his own.
"I moan." He finishes the joke completely deadpan and goes back to reading his chapter about Hamlet's death. Cook bursts out in hysterical laughter, never once letting his eyes leave Naomi's. He wants her to know he's talking about her. Ever since he first met her at orientation, he's only had one thing on his mind. And being Cook, he plans on getting what he wants as soon as he possibly can. If you were to ask anyone who knows Cook, or has even seen him around once or twice, they would tell you he's good-looking. With short, auburn hair and piercing green eyes, he exudes confidence. The only problem is HE knows he's good-looking and it makes him a complete asshole when it comes to the opposite sex, making that confidence turn into cockiness. "Womaniser" is a label he has earned and embraced quite willingly. The reason behind it being the people he considers his closest mates. He has J.J, with his big white boy afro, braces and infinite card tricks, who can pull in the ladies with his magician act. Trouble is, he's not exactly the brightest bulb in the bunch and he tends to become very socially awkward very quickly and makes remarks that drive the girls away from him and into the arms of who else? The old Cookie Monster, that's who. And then there's Freddie. Freddie is much better looking than Cook but he wants love, not just sex. And he wants it with one person. The one person he can't have. So that seems to bring in an abundance of girls for Cook to also take under his wing and into his bed. He's not used to chasing for what he wants, but if it means he gets Naomi, the chase is worth it. He watches as a piece of blonde hair falls down over her already foreshadowing fringe, breaking the staredown between the two. She brushed it away, and looked back down at her textbook. He kept watching, waiting for the "glance up". All the girls did it. He counted to three quietly under his breath and watched as her eyes looked back up and locked once again with his own. She held them for a split second, realised what she was doing and promptly looked away.
"You're mine." He chuckled to himself, grabbed his bag and headed for the door. Cocky with pride, he knew he had to make his move tonight at Bar 101 where one of the twins' footballer boyfriend was having a party for their win against Liverpool in the minor leagues. It was time to get crazy.
As she stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom, waiting for inspiration to come, Naomi thought about the look Cook had in his eyes as he watched her in English that morning. She wished she had the power to just shrug him off, scare him away with a stare that frightens her own mother. But he somehow seemed to see beyond the stare, beyond the angst. It wasn't just like he was undressing her with his eyes. It was like he was undressing her soul. He made her feel a million things at once and she wasn't used to emotional range reaching out beyond anger and sarcasm. When he looks at her, she feels a warmth rise from the pit of her stomach and envelop her entire body.
"Maybe its not such a good idea to go to this thing tonight." She whispers to her reflection, imagining the carmage the night would hold. Just then, her cellphone buzzed. A message from Katie flicks onto the screen:
***
Emily had the dream again. It's the same dream she's been having for near six months now. Not so much a dream as a memory, played over and over in vivid colour and surround sound. And now, as her headphones are turned up to the max level, stressing because Katie didn't wake her up and she's now late for her first class, she fades away into a daydream. The strobe lights are blinding, the smoke is rising from the crowd, the music is loud and there's enough bass to shake your clothes off your body. Her bright red hair was sticking to her face and neck with sweat, both her own and other people's. She knew she shouldn't have listened to her sister when she said she should leave her hair out. She watches as all her friends buzz on the high of MDMA, high potency Ecstacy that they always take for these things. She had been given a tablet too, but had given it away to a passerby and faked she had taken it. Drugs are more Katie's thing, not Emily's. Anyway, the crowd melts away and all she can see is Naomi, bleached hair swishing around her face, eyes closed, arms swaying in time with the music. Emily doesn't think, she just moves. Walks right up next to Naomi and begins to move as she moves.
"How high are you right now!?" Naomi screams over the 'boom boom boom' of the speakers, her bright blue eyes becoming more and more vivid under the flurorescent lights. Her pupils looked like large black holes, thanks to the MDMA, and Emily felt like she was being pulled into them. She has to resist it so she just smiles and gives a thumbs up. Naomi smiles back and shuts her eyes again. Emily continues to watch her, deciding it's easier to check her out when she doesn't know about it. Then, as if she could read Emily's mind, Naomi abruptly opens her eyes. She stops moving. The extraordinary, intimidating blue eyes meet with her ordinary, non-descript brown eyes. They are standing nearly nose to nose.
"What?" Naomi mouths with a scowling look on her face. Emily leans in and kisses her. And this is the part of the memory that Emily never forgets. Naomi kisses her back.
"SHE KISSED ME BACK!" Emily screams into the empty courtyard, as she slumps against a classroom wall in defeat and sinks to the ground. She rests her head against her knees and as all the other students are in class, gossiping and attempting to learn something important, Emily sits outside in the cold, sobbing silently, wrapping herself in her own arms wishing they were Naomi's.
***
"You know what Naomi is backwards..." J.J randomly pipes up in the middle of the lecture, when he sees her azure eyes staring out from behind a platinum curtain-like fringe, watching them.
"What?" Cook asks, also catching the girl's stare and holding it with his own.
"I moan." He finishes the joke completely deadpan and goes back to reading his chapter about Hamlet's death. Cook bursts out in hysterical laughter, never once letting his eyes leave Naomi's. He wants her to know he's talking about her. Ever since he first met her at orientation, he's only had one thing on his mind. And being Cook, he plans on getting what he wants as soon as he possibly can. If you were to ask anyone who knows Cook, or has even seen him around once or twice, they would tell you he's good-looking. With short, auburn hair and piercing green eyes, he exudes confidence. The only problem is HE knows he's good-looking and it makes him a complete asshole when it comes to the opposite sex, making that confidence turn into cockiness. "Womaniser" is a label he has earned and embraced quite willingly. The reason behind it being the people he considers his closest mates. He has J.J, with his big white boy afro, braces and infinite card tricks, who can pull in the ladies with his magician act. Trouble is, he's not exactly the brightest bulb in the bunch and he tends to become very socially awkward very quickly and makes remarks that drive the girls away from him and into the arms of who else? The old Cookie Monster, that's who. And then there's Freddie. Freddie is much better looking than Cook but he wants love, not just sex. And he wants it with one person. The one person he can't have. So that seems to bring in an abundance of girls for Cook to also take under his wing and into his bed. He's not used to chasing for what he wants, but if it means he gets Naomi, the chase is worth it. He watches as a piece of blonde hair falls down over her already foreshadowing fringe, breaking the staredown between the two. She brushed it away, and looked back down at her textbook. He kept watching, waiting for the "glance up". All the girls did it. He counted to three quietly under his breath and watched as her eyes looked back up and locked once again with his own. She held them for a split second, realised what she was doing and promptly looked away.
"You're mine." He chuckled to himself, grabbed his bag and headed for the door. Cocky with pride, he knew he had to make his move tonight at Bar 101 where one of the twins' footballer boyfriend was having a party for their win against Liverpool in the minor leagues. It was time to get crazy.
***
As she stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom, waiting for inspiration to come, Naomi thought about the look Cook had in his eyes as he watched her in English that morning. She wished she had the power to just shrug him off, scare him away with a stare that frightens her own mother. But he somehow seemed to see beyond the stare, beyond the angst. It wasn't just like he was undressing her with his eyes. It was like he was undressing her soul. He made her feel a million things at once and she wasn't used to emotional range reaching out beyond anger and sarcasm. When he looks at her, she feels a warmth rise from the pit of her stomach and envelop her entire body.
"Maybe its not such a good idea to go to this thing tonight." She whispers to her reflection, imagining the carmage the night would hold. Just then, her cellphone buzzed. A message from Katie flicks onto the screen:
'Hey guys! Jst wantd 2 remnd u all ov my party 2nyt. 8pm, Bar 101. Gud music, gud ppl...oh n did i mention FREE BOOZE al nyt long? C u there! :):):)'
As annoyingly perky as the girl was, with her three smiley faces, and as much as Naomi knew the night would only lead to disaster, no person could pass up free drinks. Naomi sighed as her lust for partying overrode her personal dilemma. She grabbed two sweaters from her dresser and put both on, one over the other. The more layers she has on, the less likely 'Drunken Naomi' is to take the time to remove them. Better to be overheating and safe than very, very sorry.
***
Being the first at a party is a big killbuzz. Emily watches her slaggy sister and her disgusting middle-aged boyfriend disappear through the 'Staff Only' door down to the cellar/basement of the club. It was Emily's job to sit here, amongst the hundreds of balloons they had been inflating all afternoon, letting the ear-smashing volume of the drum and bass music rattle her brain around in her skull, waiting for people to arrive so she could put on a happy face and act as a greeter while her sister, whose should really be acting as hostess, gets to grind away on the dancefloor and get drunk off her boyfriend's generous bar tab.
"Bullshit!" Emily screamed in fury just as Cook, Freddie and J.J walk through the door, past a bouncer who was cautiously eyeing them up, knowing none of them were old enough to be there.
"What's happening, gorgeous? Where's your sister? Bumping uglies with the old soccer guy ALREADY?!" Cook howled with laughter as he made a beeline for the bar, instantly putting the barman to work with different combinations of drinks. Freddie and J.J just dully laughed along, sending her sympathy vibes as they watch Cook order 7 different drinks at once and attempt to carry them all to a booth in the corner. The two other boys follow him over, leaving Emily alone, once again, with the balloons. People begin to pour in and Katie and Danny finally re-emerge from the dirty basement.
"Sorry sis, you know how it is!" Katie says, edging her way towards the bar. Emily rolls her eyes and continues to plaster a fake smile to her face as people hand her their coats and bags. 'My parents may as well have named me Cinderella,' she thinks as more people pile their coats on top of her.
"Fuck this. I'm not anybody's bumboy." Emily growls at the bouncer, who is leaning against the door, inhaling deeply on his cigarette. She drops all the coats into a closet to her left and storms off, eyes to the ground in fury, towards the booth where her friends are sitting. She reaches it and as she looks up, she sees the familiar flash of platinum hair sitting between J.J and Freddie, watching J.J attempt to pick her card from a rapidly dwindling pack. Emily freezes in her seat and wills Naomi to look up by staring at the side of her head with an intensity even she didnt' know she possessed. After what seems like an eternity, those blue eyes Emily knows so well moves from J.J to her drink and then to Emily. Naomi also freezes in mid-sip. There was something between them. Emily could feel it and she knew Naomi could feel it too, judging by the way she reacted. They sit, staring at one another while the party goes on around them. Suddenly, Cook slams a shot of tequila down on the table, pulls J.J out of the way, sending his cards flying all over the club's dirty floor and grabs Naomi's hand, pulling her onto the dancefloor. Numb with confusion over what just happened, Naomi allowed herself to get dragged into the middle of the bumping and grinding orgy of bodies.
***
"What the hell was that!?" Naomi yelled at no one in particular, glad that the music was so deafening no one could hear her anyway. Cook wasn't paying any attention to anything but her chest area. She mentally began to slap herself, repeating the same mantra, 'you are NOT attracted to her, you are NOT attracted to HER!" She let her mind drift to the music, no longing hearing thoughts or other people, just the music. She felt Cook's hand edging down her back towards her ass, but she didn't care. She couldn't care about anything but the music. The beat, the rhythm, the melody, the bass. They were the only thing keeping her sane. She closes her eyes and takes no notice of her surroundings. She wills any feelings she may have to disappear. She doesn't even realise Cook and herself have moved off the dancefloor, through a doorway and into what looked like a large walk-in closet.
"Where the fuck are we!?" Naomi looks around in confusion, watching as Cook locks the door and starts to slowly approach her.
"Looks like a pantry or something to me." Cook says, not letting his eyes leave her face.
"And why exactly are we in a pantry, Cook?" She was starting to get agitated now. When she's not in control, she begins to fall into a tailspin. She picked up a dusty can of god knows what and drops it again.
"I want you, you want me. We should go at it." At any other point in time, these words would have been vomit-inducing to Naomi. But she was drunk, it was dark, she was confused. It seemed like the best way to test her boundaries. To find herself, as cheesy as that may seem. Before she knew it, Cook had removed her singlet and tights and she was standing there in her underwear. 'I KNEW the sweater idea wouldn't work,' she thought to herself as she realises she took her sweaters off nearly the second she'd walked into Bar 10. It had been like a heatwave had hit upstairs. But now, as she stood near naked in front of Cook, she found herself shivering slightly. She didn't know whether it was the situation or the temperature that was causing it. She didn't really want to know. Numb, that's what she wants to be. Cook presses himself against her and begins to kiss her. He continues, moving down and down and down...stop, stop...
"STOP!" Naomi finds herself voicing her thoughts out loud. Cook freezes and brings himself back up to her eye level.
"What's the issue, babes?" His face twists into a expression of confusion and worry.
"I can't do this. It's not right. I have to go." She was already halfway redressed when she looked up and saw the pure hurt in Cook's eyes.
"Are you just looking like that beause I won't fuck you? Because that is sad, man. You should get an Oscar." She sarcastically ranted on, trying to lighten the mood and stop him from looking so depressed.
"No. I like you Naomi. Like, REALLY like you. I like you so much it scares me. But it can't be helped if the kind of feelings I have for you is the kind of feelings you have for someone else. Or should I say the kind of feelings you have for Emily." He stops, watching Naomi's face for a reaction to Emily's name. Nothing happened. Her face remains still. She finished pulling on her tights, leaned forward to kiss Cook on the cheek, and made her way back out into the club. As soon as she re-entered the dancefloor, she bumped into J.J.
"Where's Emily!?" She yelled over the noise of voices and music.
"She left about 20 minutes ago. Just after you and Cook went into that room back there to go at it. She looked pretty upset. Maybe she was tired?" The thing about J.J, he's very unknowingly blunt and unobservant.
***
Naomi took off in a sprint. She barely noticed her body leaving the overpowering warmth of the club and joining the chill of the night. She had left her sweaters behind, but she didn't care. She ran and ran, across the park, jumping over fences, any shortcut she knew of, she took it. Breathless and nearly ready to keel over, she finally reached her destination. No lights were on but she tried the front door anyway. Surprisingly it was unlocked. She let herself in, searching for any signs of life. Nothing. She made her way up the creaking stairs and reached the pink door on the right of the hallway. She saw light streaming out from under the door so she knocked twice and stood back to lean against the adjacent wall, still attempting to get her breath back. The door opened. Emily was staring out at her from the doorframe, puffy-eyed, mascara running all down her face with tears still coming. Naomi knew there were no words she could say, so she walked past Emily into the room and sat herself down on the end of the bed. Emily stood frozen, staring out into the hallway for a few seconds longer, took a deep breath, shut the door and sat down next to Naomi on the foot of her small bed. It seemed like hours had gone by before finally Emily decided to speak.
"You have to understand Naomi, I can't fix this. I like girls. No, I like A girl. No, I love her, okay? I love you."
Naomi stared at her hands, taking all the information in. She never knew what to say in situations like this. So she said the first thing that came to her mind, if only to stop the echo of Emily's declaration from ringing in her ears.
"Some party." Idiot.
Emily just stared at her in disbelief and sighed in defeat.
"Yeah."
"Eventful..." IDIOT IDIOT IDIOT! Just SAY it.
"...I love you, too." Naomi couldn't believe that had just come out of her mouth. The words didn't seem to faze Emily as Naomi had expected.
"I know."
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This is a very well written fanfiction. The analogies that the author uses to describe the mood and setting are brilliant. And the flow of the story works so well. To anyone that has read the book they know that it does not follow what happens to Julia ,only Winston. It's a creative idea ,but almost exactly what happens to Winston just with a different torture and shortened from 4 chapters to a few paragraphs.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5136117/1/Jackals
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5136117/1/Jackals
Crossover
This is a pretty cool "what if" story. It's got two good stroies that it puts together that would make a very interesting piece of work. The writing is very plane which makes it easy to read so, it's a simple fanfiction that looks longer than it is.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5281274/1/Secondary_Insurance_Policy
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5281274/1/Secondary_Insurance_Policy
Yaaay the 10th hyperlinked fanfic!
I like this fan fic, AGAIN because its a love story set in war times. It's not the ending you usually get in a movie which is why this fan fic only draws you in more. That's what i think i like about fan fiction, the freedom of changing the plot, characters, setting, situation, time and in my case the ending. It just shows the diversity of literacy and how we can mould original stories into something of our own. So back to the topic of this review, i think it could have had a little more drama or a little more intensity between Danny and Rafe just to make the relationship between the two characters more clear.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4907315/1/Mirror_Image
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4907315/1/Mirror_Image
OOPS A LITTLE MISTAKE!
I accidently posted some of my hyperlinked fan fics on "My Blogs" where the first part of my draft is so CHECK IT OUT!
Crossover!
For all who don't even know what my story is about! It's based on the novel 'The Bronze Horseman' and the play 'Romeo and Juliet'. (gotta have the drama) The Bronze Horseman is a very intense love story set in World War II when Russia was a communist country and war had just been declared between Russia and Germany. A lieutenant in the Red Army falls in love with the sweetest girl completely oblivious to the world and its problems until they realise their love is one that simply can not be. Alexander is an American who has kept his true identity concealed because he was accused of commtting treasonous acts against Russia, crimes his mother and father were given the death penalty for. Luckliy he escaped and was able to keep his identity disclosed, that was before he told his best friend thinking he was his truest confidant. He realises his motives are weren't entirely selfless and the best friend soon became the enemy. Alexanders' best friend, Dimitri, quickly moves in on his one true love, Tatiana, knowing what it will do to Alexander but also knowing that he can't do anything because of fear or Dimitri revealing his past to the Russian secret government. Tatiana also has a problem to though; she has fallen in love with the same man as her sister, not realising until Alexander comes to the house and is shocked to find Dasha, a good time girl, at the house. Tatiana can not break her sisters heart and can not refuse Dimitri either, so the love triangle is indeed twisted. To risk all and lose everything? Or remain concealed drowning in eachothers misery and love?
And im just using the last acts in the play of Romeo and Juliet.
And im just using the last acts in the play of Romeo and Juliet.
STEVEE'S 2ND PART OF DRAFT! PLEASE DON'T HATE ME!
It all seemed right that first moment, the moment he crossed the street for me, the moment i fell in love but didnt 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 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 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.
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.
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