Write a fanfiction.
(Fanfiction is a type of story based on characters, settings, or ideas from already-existing works, such as books, movies, TV shows, cartoons, etc. It is mainly written by fans of the work who place the characters, settings, or ideas in situations of their own design.)
"Go ahead, bro," he whispered into his drink. "It's cool, bro. No I don't mind." He scoffed before draining the glass and slamming it on the gleaming wooden bar. The bartender looked up. "Sorry," he mumbled. He rubbed his callused fingers over the dent he had made as the bartender took his glass. He listened to the sounds of the game on the flat screen, the chatter of the crowd, the sound of ice in tall glasses. The familiar seemed foreign to him. Everything had changed.
ReplyDelete"I know we always watch the game together Javi, but with the baby on the way..."
"Nah it's fine. Go home to your wife. It's cool, bro."
His smile had fooled him, but had he meant it to? Didn't some part of him expect his partner, his best friend, would see through him. Hadn't he hoped that he would finally understand? Things had changed; everyone around him was different. Castle had Beckett and Ryan was married with a baby on the way. But he was the same. Now it was just him and his scotch at some unfamiliar bar that he used to go to with Ryan. He couldn't depend on them for company anymore. He stared into his glass; a hard, angry stare.
"Javi, why don't you come watch the game at my place? You know Jenny's been dying to see you."
"...nah...I think I'll just go home and catch up on some sleep. That O'Reiley case really wore me out. Tell Jenny she better be takin good care of my godson, though."
Another lie, another smile; was it all his fault? Was he the one pushing them away? He placed his forehead against his rough palms. While everyone else was out living their lives, he was getting drunk in some crowded bar that he hadn't visited in months. What was he afraid of...?
"I'm afraid..." Ryan murmured softly.
"Afraid of what?"
He paused, allowing Javi enough time to search his blue eyes for a reason. "Not being a good enough father," he finally admitted.
"Well...you can't be worse than my old man." They both gave a faint, meaningless laugh. Ryan opened his mouth to pursue the topic further but changed his mind. Concern still wrinkled his boyish face.
His finger tapped aimlessly against the cell phone he had place on the counter. Did he have the strength to make amends, to adapt to this new life? Some part of him knew there was no choice; go with the flow or let it sweep you away.
His partner answered on the third ring. "Ryan."
"Hey, bro, I just..." he trailed off.
"Javi? You okay?"
"Yeah," he cleared his throat. "Yeah, I just needed to say that I think you're gonna be a really great dad and you're gonna have one lucky kid."
There was a moment of silence then, "Thanks...that means a lot to me, man."
"No problem," he smiled. "Oh, and, uh, one more thing. If the offer still stands, I'd really like to watch the game with you and Jenny."
"Of course."
"Thanks, bro."
"Javi, it's good to have you back."
The lights of the house in the big forest of Forks Washington flickered on with a sudden urgency as the lady who is expecting her second child. screams with horror.
ReplyDelete"Edward, Edward Edward......" Said Bella in a worried voice.
"What's wrong!"
"The baby... is coming."
"Oh no! It's not suppose to be here for another month."
"Nothing about this baby is normal, am not suppose to be able to have any more children. I am a vampire after all."
"Don't ask me? I have given up trying to figure this mystery out."
"Everything will be perfect my dear, your survive this situation."
"Edward get it out now!"
Two hours later...
"What's wrong! screeched Bella
"He's not breathing." Edward announced
When Elena Gilbert moved to a new town she thought her life was going to be boring. She left the big city of San Francisco, California to a small country town in Idaho. She had to move because her parents died in a car crash and she had to live with her aunt and uncle. Her brother was in college and she was a senior in high school.
ReplyDeleteHer first few weeks of school she made friends with two girls named Bonnie and Caroline. They seemed like normal high school girls with the same interest as Elena. The three of them became cheerleaders and after a couple months they were inseparable. The girls introduced Elena to all there high school friends and took her to all there parties.
Even though Elena felt comfortable around her new friends she also had a feeling deep inside her that they held secrets.
There was one particular boy that had her interest. He seemed very quiet and mysterious, his name was Stefan Salvatore. In no time they became close and eventually they became a couple. He warned Elena that her friends were not being honest to her. When she finally confronted them they showed her what there secrets were if she promised to never tell. Bonnie was a witch and showed Elena some of her spells and told her she would never harm her only help her if she ever needed it. Bonnie came from a long line of Salem witches. But Caroline was the one who really shocked her. She smiled at Elena and her fangs glistened in the sun. That did scare Elena but Bonnie said never to worry she would never hurt her. Elena excepted her friends for what they were and trusted both of them. And she thought it was going to be a boring senior year.....don't think so!
As I ascended the aged spiral staircase, I felt my pulse become electric. For I instantly recognized the pearly blonde-haired figure that was perched upon the worn edge of the windowsill in front of me. Her pale skin was almost glowing in the sunlight as she gazed wondrously out at the ice crystals that were falling from the clear winter sky. She did not acknowledge my presence, though my clunky, oafish footsteps made it nearly impossible not to. It seemed she was always lost in a daydream.
ReplyDeleteI clasped my clammy palms together as I approached her subtle figure. "H-hey Luna!" I stuttered, waving briefly as I took a step forward. Her dazed, aqua eyes wandered about her surroundings until they swept upon my own.
"Hello, Neville." She hummed dreamily. There was something off about her tone. I walked closer.
"Is everything..okay?" I questioned sheepishly, swaying slightly.
"Oh yes. I'm just..thinking." she sighed, distracted. I awkwardly trotted over to where she sat and joined her on the chipped, wooden windowsill.
"Um..What about?" My voice cracked.
"All sorts of things." she cooed, as her gaze remained fixed upon the gentle snowfall beyond the window.
We sat in uncomfortable silence for a while, but Luna didn't seem to notice. I stared at my hands. I was dumbstruck as I desperately tried to come up with a conversation.
"They really shouldn't hang mistletoe here." My eyes darted over to Luna's ethereal face as she spoke. Her gaze was now transfixed upon the top of the window frame. I turned my head to inspect the sprig of mistletoe that hung above us. "They're infested with nargles."
I glanced at her as she said this, nodding slowly and hesitantly, my mouth agape due to the abnormally large size of my front teeth. Luna now looked at her own hands dejectedly.
"Of course, I don't suppose anyone believes that they exist." she muttered in an airy tone. I again found myself at a loss for words as yet another rush of silence fell upon us.
"Do you think I'm...loony?" she inquired dreamily, now looking up, allowing her sea-like eyes to greet mine. I felt a nervous jolt shoot through my body. I stared at her for a moment, again with my mouth ajar.
"No! No of course I don't!" I stammered, shaking my head vigorously. Luna nodded comprehensively, returning her gaze once more to the snow-covered grounds outside.
"Wh-why do you ask?" I gazed longingly at her profile.
"Oh I don't know. It seems that most people find me a bit odd. They don't talk to me very much....I suspect they don't really like me." Her usual quirky tone was now clouded. She turned her head once again from the window, and looked at her feet, the sadness apparent in her eyes. I felt my body hesitate. Looking up at Luna's gleaming face, I leaned in. Our lips met, sending me into a whirlwind of new emotions. I drew back, opening my eyes to find big crystal-blue ones looking back at me. I took her hand as I whispered. "I believe in nargles."
Ahhhhh Mary!!! I'm a huge Neville and Luna fan, and this is perfection! I feel like I'm in Hogwarts, but I feel like I'm seeing it the way Luna does. You're descriptions were delightful! And I noticed you used the word ethereal, very nice! Anyway, totally died when I read this. Wonderful, beautiful, whimsical!
DeleteYou feel like your seeing it like Luna because Mary is Luna. Which, I assure you, Mary, is a really good compliment. Love this.
DeleteOhmygosh! Mary IS Luna! Danielle, you just made my entire weekend.
DeleteThat is the most loveliest compliment I ever recieved ☺️
Delete"Stop it! Stop! Don't you understand anything?! I'm trying to save you!" But the princess didn't lower her guard. Her and the poofy pink frills she wore had been effortlessly tossed over the shoulder of a big, shelled beast. Bowser. She pounded her fists against his spiked shell and flailed her feet wildly until her perfectly pink heel finally made contact with his jaw.
ReplyDelete"OWWWWWW!!!!!! RRRRAAAAAAA!!!!!"
The princess was thrown down against the wall of bowsers castle, she sat in shock and awaited her death, hoping it would be fast.
"Try to save someone and I get a fat lip. Try and be the good guy and just look what happens!"
She turned to get up and run while bowser was distracted, but then he gently grabbed her shoulder.
"Wait... Wait. I'm just trying to do the right thing. I see how Mario is, he's no good for you. Actually, princess, you're too good for him. I see his addiction, always has to have those mushrooms. Sneaking out with the the goombas at night, going down into the pipes. And his anger issues! Oh, such anger! One little flaw and he punches right through bricks! Well, rather the bricks than you. Nonetheless, Princess, you need protection. Stay with me in my castle. I can save you from him! Please let me help."
I love you a little more because of this
DeleteI put on a brave facade
ReplyDeleteTo keep her mind sane.
But my body is falling apart
There has been a fault in my genetics.
My body is giving up
I'm struggling to stay
I can't leave her like this
It's how she's scared to leave me
The truth will eventually come out
I'll hurt her weary soul
I love her unconditionally
She's become my escape from reality
I keep asking myself if I'm okay
I'm obviously not
The pain gets stronger everyday
But it's easiest to reply okay.
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DeleteOkay, so my old post had too many typos for me to possibly stand it. My apologies.
ReplyDeleteOkay so here she be.
"Clementine, we will be home Monday. It's only three days! You were away much longer then that when you went to summer camp."
"I-I know," Clementine stammered, anxiously wringing her purple and white baseball cap in her small hands, "but that was fun and I'm eight now and I wasn't with..." the small girl's voice trailed off and she gazed over her shoulder at the tall, lean girl who stood in the living room speaking to her father.
Her mother followed her gaze and gave an exasperated sigh. "Sweetheart, I thought you liked Sandra? She has always been a nice girl and very responsible. I trust you will be good for her while we're gone, ya hear?"
"Yes, mom." Clementine mumbled, bowing her head to examine the cracked mud which had dried on her suede black shoes.
Clementine's mother stooped down and gazed into her daughter's murky green eyes which mirrored her own. "Like I said, dear, it's only three days. Mommy and daddy just need a little vacation is all. Now come here and give me a hug before I go."
Clementine raised her eyes and immediately obeyed, falling into her mother's open arms and squeezing tight.
"We love you, Clementine. Very much"
"Diana," called a voice from the next room over, "we're going to miss our train if we wait any longer."
Footsteps thudded and over her mom's shoulder Clementine could see her father, Ed, and Sandra appear in the doorway.
"Awe, come here, princess."
Clementine smiled and detached herself from her mother. Energetically, she scampered across the tile floor to her father who raised her petite frame into the air with ease, spinning her around so the room became a blur of muted colors and tones.
Clementine's lips tore open and shrill giggles fell out in thunderous waves. Sandra leaned on the door frame, flashing a toothy grin.
Finally her father ceased and gave her one last squeeze before planting her feet back on the ground. "I love you, Clem. Be good." He kissed her forehead and took from her hands the baseball cap, placing it back on her head.
Her parents picked up their bags and left the house in a chatty cloud of activity, calling over their shoulders more "I love you's" and "goodbyes" and insisting that Sandra call if there was even just the slightest trouble.
As the door closed behind them the house grew silent.
"So," Sandra began, pulling one of the oak chairs from underneath the table and flopping onto it," it's just me and you for a couple days, kid. What do ya want to do?"
Clementine shrugged. "We could play outside." She offered, looking past Sandra at the small window above the sink.
Sandra chuckled, turning in her seat to examine the window, watching as large water droplets raced down the glass.
"I dunno, Clem, it's raining pretty good out there."
Clementine sighed in calm resignation. "True. I suppose I'll just draw."
She climbed into the chair opposite Sandra's where a pile of broken and chewed crayons lay sprawled on the dining table.
Sandra nodded and glanced at the glowing clock on the stove.
"Okay, but it's 6:30. Your parents said eight o'clock is you're bedtime. I'll be in the living room watching TV if ya need me until then."
She rose from her seat and walked into the next room as Clementine ran a violet crayon across the crisp sheet of computer paper. For the next several hours Clementine worked on her art, her small and uncoordinated fingers holding the crayons with firm conviction as she depicted the people and things around her. Sandra on the couch, the rain drumming against the window, and bright purple "D" that adorned her tattered cap.
Engrossed in her work Clementine scarcely heard the sound of Sandra entering the room.
Delete"Clem, it's quarter after eight. Off to bed."
Clementine raised her head. "Can I leave out my pictures?"
"If you think you're going to draw tomorrow as well, sure. Your parents left us some money. How about we go out for ice cream tomorrow if the weather improves?"
A smile tugged at Clementine's bright pink lips and she bobbed her head forward and back.
"There's a smile," Sandra observed, running her long fingers through Clementine's tangled web of dark curls, "Do you want me to come up and help you get ready for bed?"
"No." Clementine insisted, "I'm okay. Goodnight, Sandra."
She rose from her chair and began her ascent up the stairs towards her room.
She was more tired then she had originally thought as she scarcely remembered crawling into bed. She hadn't even changed her clothes. Clementine pulled back the covers to reveal her crumpled white frock and black stockings still on from the day before. For a moment she just lay there, wondering the time and letting the sunlight trickle in through the space between the curtains.
Silence. It was perfect. Even the humming of the TV wasn't being carried through the vents as it usually was.
Her eyes fluttered shut again only to be tore open by a startling noise.
A loud thudding sounded from downstairs followed by a shriek.
Clementine leaped out of bed and raced own the stairs only to hear the slamming of the front door.
"Sandra?" Clementine called, slowing her pace and tip toeing down the remaining steps. The reply given was nothing but the continuous pounding from the back of the house. Her heart kept time with the beat.
Clementine's legs trembled as she swallowed, attempting to steady her voice. She didn't want her babysitter of all people thinking she was just a scaredy cat. "Sandra?"
Nothing. Slowly she backed up the steps, which groaned softly under her weight. Now upstairs she raced back to her room, tugging open the second dresser drawer from the top and plunging her hand into the pile of old t-shirts. Her hand grasped something hard and she pulled it out to reveal a boxy, steel grey walkie talkie.
Gently she turned the dial on the top of the device and static crackled from its tiny speaker. Her dad had given her the talkie to play with. Maybe it would work now. Maybe he had the other one.
"Dad?" Clementine called timidly as she pressed the button on the side, "Mom?"
Nothing.
Again she called out, but to no avail. The pounding continued to grow louder and more irregular.
What exactly was down there?
Clementine dropped the walkie and pulled the chair of her desk over to the picture window. She scrambled onto the chair and pressed her hands on the cool glass, peering over the side of the house.
From there she had a perfect view of the backyard, the large maple tree, her tree house, and about a half dozen strange people, creatures, stumbling about, taking turns pounding on the glass sliding door, trying to get in.
Clementine stumbled back, almost tipping over the chair, but managed to catch her balance. She dove across the room and, with trembling hands, desperately called into the walkie talkie.
"Mom! Dad! There are things outside. I think Sandra left. I don't know what to do!"
But the device did nothing but buzz softly back at her.
Clementine was ready to scream, her mind and heart were racing and she couldn't concentrate on any one thought. She whipped her head violently about in search of some idea.
DeleteThe rough wooden shack perched in the maple tree caught her eye. Her mind suddenly stopped. Focused.
She went to her closet, pulling out of it her pink school backpack. She replaced the books with her walkie talkie and baseball cap which was hanging on her bedpost. Without zipping it she slung the pack on her shoulder and resolutely made her way into the hallway and down the stairs.
She hugged the wall, inching her way towards the kitchen where the door leading to the backyard was situated. She took a breath before finally bursting into the room, but staggered backward as her eyes fell upon the towering man who slapped clumsily at the door. His flesh was rotting and brown, his eyes sunken and blank. Others like him, men and women, filed behind him.
What did they want with her?
After several moments stuck clinging to the wall, eyes fixated on the creatures beyond the glass, Clementine resolved to execute her plan and pulled open the refrigerator door. She grabbed the first items she could get her hands on and dumped them into her back, reaching into a near by drawer and retrieving a shiny fork, spoon and knife for her survival kit. The pantry to the left held several water bottles that she used for soccer practice. She filled those with tap water from the sink and shoved them into the front pocket of the now heavy bag.
The pounding continued the entire time.
The longer she remained in the kitchen the more the realized the being was helpless to such advancements as a door handle, and so she grew more bold, standing just beyond the glass as to better examine him.
She had to get to her tree house, that much she knew, but the idea of walking through such a swarm of creatures sent nervous shivers down her spine.
Suddenly an idea illuminated her mind. She placed her hands firmly on the door handle and tore it back, allowing the crisp autumn air to enter the house. Before she could witness the rotting man's response she turned her back and kicked her thin legs as fast as she could, maneuvering her way through the house and out the front door.
Outside was chaos.
People were running about everywhere. Cars were honking. Glass was shattering. Loved one's called to each other for help, and all the while the decomposing creatures stumbled about, chasing blindly after the living like a cat after a mouse.
Clementine knew she didn't have time to waste and she rounded the corner of the house. She craned her neck to see into the backyard but none of the creatures could be seen. They had all gone into the empty house as she had predicted.
Frantically she made her way towards the tree, grabbing ahold of the wooden planks nailed into the trunk and scrambling up the makeshift ladder. She burst through the door of the tree house, collapsing onto the solid floor and allowing her chest to rise and fall in a desperate attempt to catch her breath.
Once she had calmed down she pushed on the piece of wood which covered the window. It was hinged, so it opened and closed in such a way that she could easily look down at the yard below without being detected. She opened it enough so she could vaguely make out one or two of the creatures stumbling in the doorway she had left ajar.
Satisfied she closed the window and dug into her backpack, pulling out the walkie talkie. Hugging it to her chest she laid down, using the pack as a pillow, and drifted off to sleep.
...
The sound of her name seemed to waft in the breeze. Clementine opened her eyes.
"Clementine! Where are you?"
Sandra. It was her. She had no doubts.
Clementine crawled across the space towards the window and once more opened the panel. The sun had long since set and stars glimmered against the dark sky. She could hear Sandra's calls and was about to reply when she saw two of the strange creatures at the base of the trees, twitching and growling as they had before.
DeleteFear forced her into silence.
Sandra continued to call and as her cries grew louder and more desperate, the figures below grew more agitated. She appeared in the open door, scanning the backyard for any trace of Clementine. The phone rang and Sandra, startled, jumped and turn to face it. Finally the creatures began to stagger towards the house.
Clementine pulled away from the window, allowing the panel to shut with a thud. She couldn't look any longer. She didn't want the monsters to know she was there. She didn't know what they would do to her, but she had a feeling it was more terrible the she could ever imagine.
Clementine waited with baited breath, her heart pumping blood, the sound of which flooded her ears.
Eventually cries of anguish pierced the silence of the night, which then gave way to soft whimpers and erupted once more into the groans of the monsters.
Clementine lay curled in the corner, not wishing to acknowledge what she knew had become of Sandra. She hadn't seen it, but somehow she knew exactly what had become. Her bloodshot eyes grew heavy and again sleep consumed her.
...
Morning had broke and with it Clementine rose out of her stupor. She rummaged through her pack and pulled out some of the food, picking out a skimpy meal to start the day, not knowing how long she was going to need the food to last.
She passed by the next two days in the same manner. Eating, watching, and sleeping. Sometimes one of the creatures would find its way into the yard, other times one would think nothing at all was wrong with the outside world. However, even if she couldn't see one she refused to abandon her save haven, not knowing if she'd be able to get back if she dared step foot on the ground.
Clementine did not witness one person, living, breathing person pass below during those two days, until the loud moaning and calls of a man caught her attention, enticing her to push open the window and witness a young, black man limp about the yard. He made his way onto the deck and entered the house through the back door. He disappeared from her view for several minutes, but she kept her eyes fixated on the house. Eventually she caught sight of him again through the window above the sink, entering the kitchen. He rummaged through the drawers, no doubt looking for supplies. His search yielded no results until he extracted from one a boxy device, identical to her own walkie talkie. He examined the device careful and was about to return it to the drawer.
Not realizing what she was doing Clementine pressed the button on her own talkie. "Daddy?"
She shook her head. She knew it wasn't him, but her heart had wanted it to be, so her mind had submitted.
The man stared incredulously at the box in his hands. He made his way towards the sliding glass door and scanned the backyard, looking for the source of the voice on the other end of the contraption.
"Hello?" He replied into the speaker.
Flashes of Sandra's loud beckoning and the way it had attracted the attentions of those...things floated back to her and she squeezed her eyes shut as though that could extinguish the memory.
Never tearing her eyes from the house she reached behind her, blindly searching for the rusty hammer that had been left here by her father when he had first built her the tree house. Her fingers found it and gripped the handle tightly. Gulping down the quivering bulge in her throat, Clementine clicked the button on the walkie talkie.
"You have to be quiet if you want to make it out of there."
I cried. I've never even played the game and I cried.
DeleteReally? That's sort of exciting (sorry) haha
DeleteThe game made me cry so that is fitting...
This past year has gone by faster than an Arcanines extreme speed. I have learned so much on this journey, to much to recollect in this short time. Tomorrow is the only chance I get to prove myself, to all those who doubted I could become the Kalos Island Champion. Everything that I've learned through my Pokemon, and the challenges we've faced together. From day I first set out with Riolu, from Frongi Island, I planned to challenge Tierno, the Kalos Island Champion. After training for each of the Island gyms claiming my badges, that now sit in their case collecting dust. But each badge held memories of how my Pokemon care for me, and how we worked together to conquer that gym. As I drifted off to sleep I awaited tomorrow, for our chance at the Championship title.
ReplyDeleteAs I lay there asleep I dreamed of the greatest memories, through my journey. When I caught each one of my six Pokemon. First was when I had ran into my Raichu, who was originally was a Pikachu. His fur so yellow I thought he was a flower at first, but then he picked up his head. He had this burning fire in his eyes, that one gets when they're ready for a fight. Next, was Gogoat, who was originally abandoned by its trainer. Talonflame, the firey soul of my team. Shes such a free spirit, but when a battle starts she wants to push herself to the limit. Then my icy member who rarely listen to me is Avalugg. he only started listening to me, when it was just me and him stuck in a cave. The last member I had caught is my Dragalge, my poisonous dragon who tries to watch out and protect anyone it can. Finally my long lasting partner, Lucario, who's been there for me since the very beginning. Him and I have traveled all over these Island. He isn't just my Pokemon he's more my friend, than anything else.
Tomorrow finally came I couldn't believe it this was my chance to make my mark on the history of the Kalos Islands. I looked over to my partner Lucario, and all he did was nod and I knew he was ready. I took a deep breathe and knew that I wasn't walking out of this stadium without the trophy and a title.