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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2014 19:44:18 GMT
Thank you! I'm glad you like it
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Post by comicforce on Apr 1, 2014 20:13:18 GMT
Amelia that is amazing! Fab! Wow.. I love it! More More! I am completely drawn in. You write so well.
REALLY really good!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2014 21:19:19 GMT
Thank yoooooooouuuuuuuu! I can't seem to make my thank yous long enough! More will be coming soon.
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Post by LdySpace on Apr 1, 2014 22:34:23 GMT
Awesome!!! I can't wait to read more!
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Post by coolplay on Apr 1, 2014 23:22:04 GMT
It´s wonderful to read your fan fiction, Amelia! Don't stop soon, please It's AMAZING! I wish I could write a story like this. I love your visual style of writing. It feels more like watching a movie rather than reading a story. I can't wait for the next part.
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Post by comicforce on Apr 2, 2014 6:11:45 GMT
Me either.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2014 15:38:26 GMT
Many thanks to you all for your comments — I didn't expect such a positive reaction at all! It makes me want to write more and more I love your visual style of writing. It feels more like watching a movie rather than reading a story. That's a really interesting point, because as I'm writing it I visualise everything happening as if it were a film. Hmm, very interesting! Glad you like it though.
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Post by LdySpace on Apr 2, 2014 17:15:07 GMT
I do the same - I visualize the stories as I'm reading them. So....I need more visualization Amelia...
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2014 21:03:47 GMT
Fragments Ok, I'll be honest, I don't like these chapters very much. If you don't like them, that's fine with me. I won't blame you. However, the next chapters will be better because I'll know what I'm trying to write about. So that'll be good.{Chapter 5} Chris awoke the next day, his head resting gently on the bed. He suddenly jerked it upwards, his eyes still heavy from the night before. Will was sat quietly reading a book — he looked slightly healthier than he had before.
“Tired?” Will said and laughed.
“Just a touch,” Chris groaned.
“So, how many other friends do I have?”
“Oh, well there's two more you should know about,” said Chris, taking out his phone.
Guy and Jonny arrived no less than ten minutes later, trudging through the doorway in an extremely unenthusiastic manner.
“It's so early…” began Jonny, rubbing his eyes.
“Will! You're awake!” cried Guy, and ran over to the bedside, pulling Jonny with him. They both waited in anticipation for Will's response.
“So… you guys are my friends.” Will looked at them for anything he might recognise, but nothing came. “What are your names?”
The room went quiet for a moment as the two men were glued to the spot.
“Well, I'm Jonny and this… is Guy,” replied Jonny hesitantly, as he fell onto a stool. It almost collapsed from the shock.
“So, how do I know you? Golf club?” Will laughed nervously.
“Not quite,” said Guy. “We're in a band together.”
“Cool… are we big?”
“Well, we've sold a few records,” said Chris. This was answered by a small, yet slightly playful, kick from Guy.
“We do gigs,” Jonny piped up.
“Do you remember how to play the drums?” Chris asked suddenly.
“Drums? I don't know…” The reply seemed to last for several minutes.
Everyone in the room stared. Chris felt a sudden, strong urge to vomit, and he would've done so if he'd been alone.
“That doesn't matter too much,” said Jonny, “you're a quick learner…” {Chapter 6}Hours after his friends had left, Will was sat in the room again. That disgusting, horrible room. His own personal hell. It was much the same as it had been the night before, but there was some cheap wallpaper on the walls and a small amount of light floated around.
The floor turned circles when he looked down, and he could feel himself lurching back and forth. Why was this happening? Where was he going? Where had he been?
So many questions, and no answers.
Suddenly, the door cracked open. Two men walked in, their faces minimal and miscellaneous. Silently, they walked over to the wall, and stood in front of it.
Then it began.
They stripped the wallpaper from the walls. Each scrap and smudge was burnt on a fire directly in front of Will, as he watched in fear and horror. He tried to run up to the men, desperately shouting at them to stop. That wallpaper was all he had — all he owned. But they ignored him, and carried on with their work. They made no sound, yet it was the most horrible screeching that raced through Will's brain.
And then the door slammed shut, and they were gone. The room was pitch black, and more icy and evil than it had ever been before. Will took a deep breath of stale air. His lungs stung like a thousand bees.
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Dawn came in the same way it always did. First it was simply a line on the horizon, and before anyone knew it it had melted into morning.
Will woke up at a normal time today. His head was heavy, not only from his injury, but also from sheer boredom and isolation. He thought back to his friends from yesterday to cheer him up… what were their names again?
He jerked upwards when he realised, then suddenly sunk back down when he was greeted by dizziness. He could hardly remember a thing. There was a general idea of their identities. A pair of blue eyes. A hat. Someone shorter than him.
He turned over and groaned. There was no one here today. If only he could get up and run through those streets again. It was all he wanted, but somehow he knew that it was never going to happen. He'd be stuck in this bed for ever; confined to his cell at night. The chains weren't ever going to come off. Not the way he saw it.
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Post by prissieb on Apr 2, 2014 21:13:22 GMT
Great Amelia! It is a good story before bedtime. Can't wait to read the next chapters.
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Post by comicforce on Apr 2, 2014 21:19:55 GMT
Wow.. poor Will.. LOVE it Amelia!
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Post by LdySpace on Apr 2, 2014 21:29:21 GMT
It's great Amelia, keep up the good work!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2014 22:03:06 GMT
Fragments So I decided that it would be a good idea to stay up because I'm in a writing mood. And I wrote chapter seven, and I don't hate it like I hated the last two chapters. In fact, I quite like it. Please have a read if you so desire. {Chapter Seven}*One Week Later…*
Will had been much the same all week. Regular visits during the day, sleeping at night and travelling to the little room in his dreams. Every night, the men would come in and take away whatever decoration he'd managed to put up. It was monotony, plain and simple.
The others had been the same too, but a week wasn't long enough to come to terms with Will's condition, even if it had felt like a year or more.
In short, no one was ready to accept what had happened.
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Night fell over London and The Bakery. It was more beautiful than it ever had been before.
Chris was sat cross-legged on the bench opposite the studio. Countless fans had waited to meet him here; it was strange being in their shoes.
He titled his head up towards the sky and looked at the view. Each star looked down on him from above like a jewel against the soft, velvet background. He was lucky to see them; London light didn't often let the stars in.
Chris wondered for a long time whether the stars remembered that time all those years ago, when he'd looked up at them, guitar in hands, eager to write a song. And then his mind fell upon the thought of whether they knew how far back in the past it was, and that it would never happen again. Nothing like it. No Will, no band.
No Coldplay.
A figure shuffled on to the bench to join him, and he knew immediately that it was Jonny.
“What are you looking at, Chris?” Jonny asked.
“The stars. The sky. The world.”
“Right… but what are you thinking about?”
Chris was astonished at how easily he could talk to Jonny. It was like the words just flew our of his mouth without him noticing or thinking.
“The band, and how it's over.”
“It's not, and you know it.”
Chris thought about this for a while. No, it wasn't over. Not ideally. He hated the idea as much as Jonny did, but there was nothing they could do without their beloved drummer.
“Why does it have to be over? Would Will want this? He wouldn't. He can learn. It doesn't have to end this way,” Jonny said.
“But it does have to end, Jonny! What are we without our drummer? We're rubbish. Boring. Whiny. Pathetic. Like all the magazines said, and the critics, and everyone else!” As soon as Chris had said it, he wished he could pull the words back in. He hadn't meant to let that out.
“Chris, you know that's just them. People will be people; if they don't like us then they don't like us. We can't change that. You've got to stop believing what they say.”
“I know. It's just so hard when it's thrown at you from every direction.”
“Well, you're the one who decided to become frontman,” Jonny joked. “With my amazing charm and good looks, we wouldn't have any haters!” he giggled. Chris smiled his most realistic smile in a week. Jonny was right. Jonny was always right.
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Guy stumbled downstairs, holding his head. He thought he had a cold coming on, which was unfortunate. Downstairs, everything was hazy, blurry and misshapen. He needed a drink, and he wasn't getting to sleep anyway.
He reached automatically for the coffee and a mug to make his favourite beverage — it took him about five minutes to realise that it was still dark in the room. He crept towards the light switch, being careful not to step on anything painful.
But just as he flicked it on, and turned around, he felt something which was potentially much more painful.
It was the cold, hard barrel of a gun.
And it was aimed at the centre of his forehead.
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Post by LdySpace on Apr 3, 2014 4:06:37 GMT
D.R.A.M.A!!!
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Post by comicforce on Apr 3, 2014 6:17:33 GMT
Ooooh! Indeed! Exciting.
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