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Love, Marelo
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Well, I meant to keep this a surprise until I finish it, but I feel compelled to post a teaser for now and to just create the thread as is. I figure this forum site could use a general area for fan-fictions of the various adventures out there. I'd like this to be kept primarily as a MSPA fan-fiction thread. I'll post links to posts which have fan-fiction in this main post as well as hosting the fan-fiction I'm currently working on. All I'm giving for now is a rough-draft of the second chapter to tease you guys with. Feel free to post your opinions on it (let's try to keep away from being too rough on people who post) or to post your own fan-fiction.
Chapter 2
Rose sat in her plane seat quietly as her mother went about putting their carry-on baggage into the above-head storage compartment. A red ball was fastened on Rose's nose, which pressed against the window near her seat as she lowered her head to get a better view of the ground crew for the plane. Morning dew clung to the outside of the pane. Her mother had insisted that Rose have the window seat. It was her motherly way to emphasize the sacrifices that she made in order to make Rose happy. Any sacrifice, no matter the degree, would be made in such a gaudy fashion as to scorn Rose. This had at first annoyed Rose, but she found it appealing enough as she could make vague threats of jumping outside of the plane once it had lifted off.
Ms. Lalonde herself had bought three first class tickets for the plane trip they were about to take even though only herself and Rose were traveling. Rose's cat, Jaspers, had passed away more than a year ago but Ms. Lalonde insisted on continuing to do asinine bullshit like this as a means of honoring the cat's memory and to show that Jaspers was still a member of the family. Rose clenched her jaw at the thought of it. It didn't matter what it was, Rose always lost this battle of wills. This plane trip was just another victory for her mother and another passive-aggressive battle plan which did not pan out the way Rose had wanted. That mad woman of a mother always had to get the last say.
Last Christmas, Rose had knitted her mother the most horrible thing she could think of; a sweater with a clown on it. She had put extra special effort into it so that it was a quality sweater but with a hideous clown pattern on the front. Her mother had responded in kind by buying a matching sweater for Rose to wear as well as clown shoes and attachable red noses. This escalation had continued with Rose knitting an elaborate harlequin costume she had hoped her mother wouldn't be able to replicate and her mother paying a ridiculous amount of money to have someone make that very replication.
Sadly, the events evolved to the point where Ms. Lalonde had bought these very plane tickets so that they could go see some harlequin convention all the way on the West coast. In a last ditch effort, this morning, Rose had pretended to ‘misplace' her matching harlequin outfit. However, her mom had had a second outfit in waiting for just such an occasion. Rose had refused such a gift, as it couldn't possibly be worn without disrespect to the original outfit. Of course her mom could do nothing but agree. In a blink, she had tossed the contents of her drinking glass on the outfit as it lay on the floor and had thrown a lit match onto it. It all burned to ash. The entire house had filled with smoke and it was quite a bother to be had. However, among the remnants of the outfit had been the red ball. For ironically passive-aggressive reasons, Rose had changed her mind and had decided to wear the red ball. Her eyes furrowed, Rose just stared into the morning mist, hoping to get this weekend over with and to get over all of this harlequin tom-foolery.
Last edited by Shadow of the Lotus; 08-03-2010 at 07:56 PM.
So I just post it here? Cause it feels like I am spamming that thing
Yeah, feel free to post any fan-fic here. I'll put up links to the particular posts on the first post so people can navigate a bit easier.
When returning towel to washroom, Dave realizes lil cal is no longer hanging there. Then he keeps seeing glimpses of movement in the corner of his eye. He walks calmly but with a purpose to the front door. But he makes the mistake of looking at the floor. Leaning against the door is little Cal. Covered in a little blood. Holding a little knife. Dave lets loose a terrified moan. He turns to run. He feels cold steel slash across his heels, quickly followed by the warmth of his own blood. He falls to the floor, starts crawling, mewling for mercy, begging for freedom. There are heavy but small footsteps on his back, making its way further up. A wooden fist yanks at the hair on the back of his head. A flash of light and silver, and then he feels the cold iron knife again, quickly across the kneck. Dave slumps to the floor. Lil Cal laughs an unearthly laugh, cold and heartless, devoid of humor. He steps off Dave and collapses.
David gets up. He grips at his opened up neck. He lets out a sigh. It becomes a chortle, a snicker, a laugh. A laugh that doesnt come from his mouth. It sounds wrong. Its sounds mistimed and woody coming from him.
I encourage more horror fanfic. Homestuck is perfect for it
Oh geez how do I always end up in the fanfic section of any community.
@Lotus: Firstly, chapter two? :P Well I suppose it's just supposed to be chapter one since it's got all the exposition in it. Really liking the concept, plus you've got the Rose/mum relationship perfect! To me it seems your stuff could benefit from more semicolons* (if you want I could post a semicolon'd version for you).
@notPedro: I am not a fan of horror stuff by any means but that was awesome. Also when I saw that in, the IDE/THEORY thread I think it was, I totally did not think you were serious. If you actually are serious I could crit and stuff but yeah it doesn't feel right.
I was actually thinking of doing fanfic but I don't have any ideas and I'd rather wait until GG comes out!
*argh I wanted to put a semicolon there but it felt horrible and retarded.
(That thread is also the origins of worcestershire for anybody who feels out of the loop)
@Lotus [below]: Oh yep, cool! Well you know what they say, everything in moderation. I personally only use semicolons once every three-four paragraphs or so.
Unless you have a bunch of plot points set for the first chapter, I reckon this one works fine in its place
Well, I actually overuse semicolons in everything I do basically and try to shy away from them; they were never really meant to be used all that often anyways imo. That, and my editor of a friend is very much cautions against them (her nickname is mistress semicolon because of how much she can harp on about them, lol). I do have a person lined up interested in editing whatever I write here; and it might be a while before I put up everything I've planned on. I have about 3,000 words so far (no other complete chapters is the problem). I wrote chapter 2 first because it was easy to conceptualize compared to the others.
They're for when you have two independent clauses which don't feel right as two separate sentences, and also don't feel right conjoined with "and". There is no "too many semicolons" unless by that it is meant "too many conjoined independent clauses", which is a flaw of writing style, not of grammar.
(That thread is also the origins of worcestershire for anybody who feels out of the loop)
@Lotus [below]: Oh yep, cool! Well you know what they say, everything in moderation. I personally only use semicolons once every three-four paragraphs or so.
Unless you have a bunch of plot points set for the first chapter, I reckon this one works fine in its place
Oh, right. Back when worcestershire sauce was, y'know, funny...
They're for when you have two independent clauses which don't feel right as two separate sentences, and also don't feel right conjoined with "and". There is no "too many semicolons" unless by that it is meant "too many conjoined independent clauses", which is a flaw of writing style, not of grammar.
I like to wield semicolons.
Takurai looked at the powerful statue of the CHOSEN ARBITER; this great hero had once taken out a powerful demon and was to be respected.
Your chumhandle is veritasTorch, and you tend to type in a needlessly complex and metaphorical manner
What once was spoiled is spoiled no more.
...I'm lonely.
It was a normal day for Dave. Making beats so ill, malaria had to give props, hitting on Rose - ironically, of course - and just generally soaking in awesome. His fingers were abnormally stretching across the keyboard as usual; spelling out "yo gurl hows bout i make a deposit in YOUR bank of america with 0% apr". He kicked his legs up and hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHH
Lil' Cal was drawing near, slowly, teeth gnashing, dead eyes glaring down into his soul, hhhhhhhhh hhhh hhhh hhhh him to the ground, crushing his sp hhhHHh
It was a normal day for Dave. Making beats so ill, malaria had to give props, hitting on Rose - ironically, of course - and just generally soaking in awesome. His fingers were abnormally stretching across the keyboard as usual; spelling out "yo gurl hows bout i make a deposit in YOUR bank of america with 0% apr". He kicked his legs up and hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHH
Lil' Cal was drawing near, slowly, teeth gnashing, dead eyes glaring down into his soul, hhhhhhhhh hhhh hhhh hhhh him to the ground, crushing his sp hhhHHh
I hate writing fanfiction
This thread is now about Lil Cal coming to life and killing dave