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Post by coolplay on Apr 3, 2014 18:17:43 GMT
I am usually not reading any books but it's a pleasure to read your stories, Amelia
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2014 19:41:03 GMT
Fragments I wrote another chapter {Chapter Eight}A pair of stony eyes stared at Guy behind a balaclava. He was glued to the spot — he didn't dare flinch or even look in a different direction. Instead, he just looked at the figure as if they were locked in some kind of morbid staring contest; a fight to the death, their pupils battling each other like caged lions.
Guy didn't feel as much fear as he had expected. It was more an emptiness, and following it, a strange sense of relief and an even more bizarre one of curiosity. He was about to find out what happened after death. Saying (or rather thinking) it like that made it sound like some great adventure to embark on; a challenge, or a mission.
His chest was rising and falling heavily though, and as much as he loved to think about what would happen, everything started to swim past him. He closed his eyes. The end was now. He was ready.
The sound of the impact rang throughout the whole house, reflecting off every chair, picture and counter. It jumped through the windows and onto the street. It ran up the stairs and ransacked the bedrooms and looted the bathroom. The living room shook in fear; the garden ran and hid across the street.
The kitchen itself felt it the worst.
But it didn't feel it too hard, because Will's fist — strong as it was — couldn't do more than knock the threatening shadow out.
Guy slid down the wall, ending up sat on the floor, the gun at his feet. Will stood over him, his face still smothered in anger. The criminal, still wearing his mysterious attire, lay spread-eagled on the floor.
Guy breathed in sharply and a half-laugh, half-sob followed it. He was alive. Alive! The blood was still running through his veins, his heart was still beating, his thoughts still whispering! Never had breathing felt so miraculous, so liberating, so awe-inspiring. He looked up at his saviour and collapsed into a lying-down position. And he placed a hand over his opposite wrist, just so that he knew. His pulse wasn't going anywhere.
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Post by comicforce on Apr 3, 2014 20:31:10 GMT
OOOOH! So much happening!
Golly I loved that description of the impact Amelia!
Bravo!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2014 20:33:49 GMT
Thank you Row I didn't anticipate this much drama in the story, I'll admit it now!
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Post by LdySpace on Apr 3, 2014 22:56:55 GMT
More!!
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Post by comicforce on Apr 4, 2014 11:58:10 GMT
Joins in. More!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2014 15:39:21 GMT
Haha I'll tell my brain that… in a while, I'm busy celebrating the end of term… with myself
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2014 18:41:27 GMT
Fragments Hi everyone! I'm sorry to say that these are the last chapters of my fanfiction. But it has been a pleasure writing this story for you guys {Chapter Nine}The next day was like they'd all just walked out of a dream. Chris and Jonny, obviously shocked, were eager to know every detail about what had happened. Guy didn't really understand anything that was going on; the whole ordeal was just a jumbled-up blur.
And then there was Will.
On the night that he'd stepped in to save his best friend, he had just woken up. It was the same cell as it had always been, but this time it had been Marianne who had walked in.
And she had sat down, with a large book. And she read.
She read off every detail about Will's life. Where and when he was born. Where he lived. The death of his mother. The success of the band and the amazing friendships it had started. Every note, every confetti butterfly. Every twist, turn, up, down, left and right. Her voice swept like a wave throughout the room, coating everything in relief.
As she talked, the room started to change. The walls disappeared along with the door. Grass sprung from the ground, trees sprouted from the soil and flowers decorated the earth. There was sunlight, and a river, and a cool summer breeze. On one side of the running water, everyone that Will had ever known was sat, chatting with each other happily. And on the other side were all the fans — they stretched far into the distance, clapping, cheering, even screaming for Will. And as he stood atop the hill that he now occupied, he knew that they were an integral part of him — a part he could never change or replace. He held his arms out wide and soaked everything in.
When he awoke, he knew his brain was once again complete. Everything was where it should've been all along. Because one measly bullet could not defeat him. One little piece of metal couldn't keep him in this room, in this hospital bed, covered in a generic sheet away from his drum kit. So that night, he had run from his hospital room while no one was watching, and he had run to the street. Seeing a strange person enter Guy's house, he had known exactly what to do. And that's how he'd saved his friend. Incredible, heroic Will, with his memories all back and in the right place. {Chapter Ten}It had been two weeks since Will had been shot as he walked down the street. Night had once again fallen over the beautiful glowing metropolis. The stars had decided to show their faces again, but they weren't rowdy or boastful. They were just part of the sky, a priceless accessory to what lay below them.
In the silence and darkness, each of the members of Coldplay stole their way back to the bench across the street, one by one.
And there they sat, beneath the swirling purple-blue hues of the sky above them. They didn't speak, but they didn't need to. Everything to say had already been said.
The gentle toll of a bell from the nearby church echoed through the quiet streets.
And no one would've known that they'd ever been apart.
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Post by spiderman on Apr 4, 2014 19:42:22 GMT
Such a lovely ending :wacky: Thank you Amelia for this fantastic story.
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Post by prissieb on Apr 4, 2014 20:37:29 GMT
Is it over already?? That's pity. I loved reading that. Any change for a second story?
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Post by comicforce on Apr 4, 2014 20:46:31 GMT
That was tremendous! Thank you Amelia. that sounds familiar.. LOVED it all!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2014 21:02:05 GMT
Thank you! And prissie, I might write a second story if I get the ideas. The thing is is just felt like this story came to a natural end.
I just realised it only took me a week to write… wow, it seemed much longer than that!
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Post by LdySpace on Apr 5, 2014 2:26:26 GMT
I'm sad it's over But I'm happy it was such a great story! Here's to hoping you get more ideas!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2014 9:57:49 GMT
Take a Bullet Hello, dear readers. You may or may not be aware that about half an hour ago, I posted a message in the 'What are you thinking right now?' thread expressing the fact that I wouldn't be able to write a story until next week. I have proved myself wrong. I have managed to get rid of my writers block, and I am now doing something very lazy… I'm writing a sequel to my last fanfiction! *small cheer from the crowd followed by sarcastic applause* I can promise a cheesy title… well, it's already got that. And I can promise drama. And I can also promise no new chapters between the 11th and 15th of April because I'm away! But either side of those dates, I'll try my best. I'm going to stop talking now. Have a read. It's short, but did you seriously come to expect anything else from me? Note: I was in a strange mood when I wrote this.{Chapter One} Time had passed since that night on the street outside The Bakery. Big-headed, heavy time. Like a herd of buffalo that you're too scared to go near for fear of being trampled. Time has a way of making people think, and changing the way that they feel. It truly is a wild and dangerous beast.
Chris was just one of the victims of time's cruel ways. It had never occurred to him that he might be in danger before this point. The drummer and the bassist of the same band, both attacked within a very short period of time. Why didn't he see the pattern before? He surely was next. And that's exactly what he was thinking as he sat, crouched in the corner of his bedroom. Every slight sound and movement made him flinch like a timid mouse. This was always followed by a sharp sense of relief, but it didn't last for long.
He stared up at the ceiling, focusing on the patterns that would fade in and out of his vision. His back was unnaturally straight and rigid, and he let himself relax against the wall. He felt nothing but exhaustion run through his veins, invading his muscles. The room looked much larger from here, not that that was a good thing. It was simply more room for someone to get in and —
Suddenly, another, much more scary thought, struck him. What about Jonny? It wasn't just all about Chris. There were other people in the band that were just as much at risk. He ought to tell him. Warn him. Protect him. But nothing compelled Chris to move, as hard as he tried. He just stayed right where he was. He'd do it in the morning. Just like everything else he was planning to do.
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Post by comicforce on Apr 7, 2014 12:03:39 GMT
Wow. Great stuff. Glad it's school holidays. Haha. Thanks you made my work lunch very enjoyable.
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