*giggles*
New South Wales...sydney actually...living in queensland now hate humid weather love writing fanfics more soon!
*gives miska pin* SHE DID IT!!!!
Alright, you people. I do hate to be mean like this (because I enjoyed popping the bubble-wrap too) but we should probably turn this thread back into a 'Share Your Fanfic' thread again.
However, it occurs to me that we should have a sort of 'free-writing' thread where people can write whatever they like - continue a story, make up a character description, pop bubble-wrap, etc. So if you're interested in starting something like that, MornirDragon, please do so. It could be a lot of fun - a place where people could come if they have writers' block or just feel like writing something silly. [img]http://s2.images.proboards.com/smiley.gif" alt=":)" border="0"/>
lol...isnt that what we have the DINING HALL for??
oh well! this is something i randomly decided to write, and posted on the theories board because we were discussing whether elf died in the end or not. i wrote this to prove that its possible that elf can die at the end, but its still happy. enjoy.
I opened my eyes. Rushton was leaning over me, holding my hands tightly. His beloved face was covered in blood from the struggle with Ariel, but he ignored it. His green eyes gazed into my own.
'Elspethlove,' he whispered, his voice shaking ever so slightly. 'Are you hurt?'
I tried to smile. 'Yes,' I said softly, 'Are you?'
I expected him to smile in return, but instead, to my surprise, tears leaked down his face. He knew the truth.
'I have to go away,' I murmured.
Rushton nodded, squeezing my hand.
'I won't be long. I'll see you again.'
Rushton gazed into my eyes, and I felt tears spill down my own cheeks. I tried to wipe them away, but pain shooted up my arm as soon as I tried to move it. I froze.
Somewhere around me I could still hear voices. People were moving around me. Using the little strength I had left, I ignored the pain, wishing I had enough energy to suppress it with my mind, and turned my head.
I recognised the soft white sheets I lay in. I recognised the stone walls surrounding me, the people moving quietly in and out of the room, the smell of healing herbs and the feel of the soft wind on my face. My bed was beside the window.
I recongised the person lying in the bed beside me. Dear, beloved Dameon, who had risked his life to save me in the caves when Ariel had found me there. I felt an ache in my heart, that never would I see him again.
I looked back to Rushton and moved my hand to touch his. He leaned over and brushed his lips against mine, one last time.
'Farewell,' he whispered.
I smiled and closed my eyes, sinking down inside my own mind through the levels of consciousness. As I sank, deeper and deeper, I remembered when I had first met Rushton, holding the squealing piglet. I heard his voice again, as if he was speaking it now, when he first spoke to me of love.
I thought about the time when I had met Matthew and Dameon, and when Obernewtyn was still under the power of Madam Vega and Alexi. When we used to go down to the farms, and talk about freedom.
I remember seeing Dragon sitting proudly on the throne that was rightfully hers, Matthew beside her. I remember when the Herders and the Council were overthrown at last, and when I could walk safely down the streets of Sutrium without the fear of being discovered. I remembered meeting Swallow for the first time, and beloved Gahltha, and of course Maruman, who had meen my only friend for years before I came to Obernewtyn. I recalled sitting on the raft with Domick and Kella, and Pavo, and the others, when we beheld the fallen glory of the Beforetime city under Tor. I remembered seeing the glass monument in the Reichler Clinic. I remember the Battlegames, when we realised the truth about ourselves. I remember standing with Brydda, and Jakoby, and the other rebels, in Sador, seeing the monument they built in honour of those who died in the Rebellion.
I hovered above the stream, listening to it's eerie song, calling me - welcoming me. I hesitated, suddenly acutely aware of the soft white sheets under my hand. And then I dived, feeling the strong current of life pulling me on through the barrier of life and into the brightness of death.
I remembered the first time that I saw Obernewtyn, and knew that I was at home at last.
*sigh* see! i told you it was possible!!
Brydie: Life is so officially unfair. I wish I could write like that.
And this is my fanfic. I felt like writing a romance, but I can, very sadly, only write tragedyish fics. I wrote it in 20 minutes, just then!
As my fingers reached her lips, I trembled. I could feel the smile she put on her face, the fake smile she wore when she was sad. I could feel the love she felt for him under the barrier I raised. It was always Rushton, and always had been. He, the Master of Obernewtyn, and her, the revered Guildmistress of the Farseekers. I could never match up to that, no, not Dameon, the poor blind empath. The kind, brotherly and Dameon. The Dameon she could never love.
I had loved her as long as I could remember. Ever since I met her that day, the dignity she radiated amidst the hurt she had suffered. Ever since she had spoken to me, and reached out to me. Ever since I felt the touch of her mind upon mine. She had filled my mind, my thoughts and my heart. Now that I walked down this road, this road of loving her, there was no escape. Only pain and heartbreak lay ahead. I had always known, but fought against it. I forced myself to believe that in the end, she would turn to me.
Of course, I was just fooling myself. When they came back that day, when I felt the happiness flowing from the pair of them, I knew. I knew it all along. But that didn’t stop my heart shattering, didn’t stop the all the hurt. The constant love I felt, only made it worse.
What did I do? What could I do? I ran, of course. Ran away from everything I knew, everything I loved, all because of love. How could something so wonderful, be so painful? I do not know. All I know, is that my heart has been shattered, and there will never be another to pick up the pieces.
So what do you think??
Min, I read some of your HP fanfic, when they were in seventh year. You made Neville head boy! I love it!
And Summer, your fanfic, the diary of Elspeth Gordie, was a bit strange. Ariel and Rushton! [img]http://s2.images.proboards.com/undecided.gif" alt=":-/" border="0"/>
Brydie that is sooooooooooooooooo sad! I am crying!!!! Seriously!!!
Brownie and her soaked elves!
I just realised-sorry! But it was funny
Did you review it? I'm trying to get her to do more, but she wants it to be reviewed. Stubborn, she is.
I just read the story you wrote above, and it was really good. Poor Dameon [img]http://s2.images.proboards.com/cry.gif" alt=":'(" border="0"/>
Ditto
Summer that is sad aswell.....
Brydie and summer u both have me in tears!
Brownie and her elves!
Thank-you! [img]http://s2.images.proboards.com/wink.gif" alt=";)" border="0"/>
OK, i wrote this in half an hour. I just want to see if anyone likes it. Its about Dameon and set a month after Obernewtyn.
Reflections
Dameon sighed as he sat down on the hard bench. It had been a long day, there had been endless menial jobs for him to do which came with the responsibly of being the Empath Guild Master. It had only been a month since Rushton had overtaken Obernewtyn and there were so many things that needed doing. However, it was nice being alone for a while. Matthew was his best friend but sometimes he seemed suffocated by his presence. Matthew rarely left him alone because of his blindness; he seemed to think it was in Dameon’s best interest to be followed, and sometimes guided everywhere.
He thought back to the dream he had last night. Someone was singing in a pure, sweet voice and he could smell fragrant blossoms. He knew that it was Elspeth singing, even though he had never heard her sing. It had been a vivid dream. It didn’t seem to reflect Elspeth’s mood at the moment. She was moody and withdrawn, and he sensed something in her mind, and spirit, a blackness that had not been there before the night Rushton had overtook Obernewtyn. It was unspoken knowledge at Obernewtyn that Elspeth had used her mind to kill Madame Vega that night. She had the rare killing power. No-one else at Obernewtyn had this power, and this was another reason why she was different, set apart from the others.
Would she have done that for him? Dameon wondered. If it had been him, not Rushton about to be killed, would Elspeth had saved him? He shook his head fractionally. He was starting to think about Elspeth again, that was what his dream symbolized. He loved Elspeth, ever since he had first met her. He used to think that Elspeth loved him back, but know he knew this was not true. Elspeth’s only feelings for him were as a friend. With his empathetic ability he sensed that Elpseth did not love Rushton yet, but that would come in time. And Rushton already loved her.
Rushton liked and valued his friendship he knew. But Dameon felt as if Elspeth was a wedge driven between the two of them. He thought back to the days when Rushton was the farm overseer. He had not liked him then, and he knew truly that he did not like Rushton now. He was jealous, green eyed with envy; for Rushton had everything he wanted, and what did he have? Nothing.
He heard Matthew and Elspeth coming and kept his thoughts tightly shielded. He didn’t want their company, but he couldn’t just get up and walk away!
“You seem sad Dameonâ€ÂÂ, said Elspeth as she sat down next to him. “I have been thinking,†he replied, hoping that she would not ask him what about. He tightened his shield, afraid of what Elpseth would think about his thoughts.
“I’ve been looking for you everywhere!†exclaimed Matthew, sitting down on the other side of him. “You just disappeared!â€ÂÂ<br>“I wanted to be alone for a while.†He said, but Matthew did not take it as a hint.
“I’ve been thinking tooâ€ÂÂ, said Elspeth softly. “About Cameo, she only died a month ago.â€ÂÂ<br>He felt Matthew tense up, for he had feelings for Cameo. “I wish I killed Ariel that night, “he said vehemently. “He probably died, but I just want to be sure.â€ÂÂ<br>
Dameon felt his hatred burn through him, but did not say anything. He just wished they would go away. He felt bitter. Elspeth didn’t love him. Nothing else mattered.
Thank you! I am very proud of myself, as I usually don't write that much. i wrote this really really long one the other week which is now in fan fiction about ariel. I submitted it into the writing competition but probably won't win as it is really boring, I admit it!
Wow that is GREAT!!!!
I love the way people have writen about Dameon's love for Elf!
Brownie
It is a very common topic!
Yep, cause it's fun to imagine how he must feel. It's easier too, then to actually [redict what will happen and write it convincingly.
I submitted Reflections into Fan Fiction, and it just got put up. And guess what? The first line is from my other fan fiction is on there as well. It goes, "So you finally caught me, Black Dog". Dameon sighed as he sat down. ect.
Then I had to email Min to change it [img]http://s2.images.proboards.com/rolleyes.gif" alt="::)" border="0"/> I am really dumb sometimes!
Ooh, what's your penname? Mine is PeanutButterLover, please review my stories!!