Maria, tired of tripping over the same entanglement of brambles every single time she walked through the front gate, reached down and forcefully ripped the twisted plant from the soil. It came loose reluctantly and left Maria with numerous cuts and scratches on her palm. She wasn’t worried- she was used to that kind of thing.
Brushing her hands, Maria made her way up the path and opened the peeling front door.
“Grandma?” she called. There was no answer. It was likely that her grandmother was working in the garden. Maria wondered if it was something all old people did. Her grandmother, certainly, spent her days among the hyacinths and Lucida, pruning and planting until she complained that her back was aching too dreadfully to continue. Maria had grown up with wildlife and had become accustomed to various types of soil being dragged through the house, but she didn’t plan to take it up as a career.
Tossing her bag into her room as she past it, Maria sought her grandmother in the garden, and sure enough, spotted her bending over a cane sporting a tall, twisting plant covered in numerous dainty yellow flowers. A honeysuckle.
Maria’s grandmother turned as Maria approached from behind.
“Oh, hello, dear, you’re a bit late today,” she commented, brushing soil off her hands. “Must have been because of the rain, was it? I’m glad it’s eased off now.” She nodded and suddenly pointed towards the honeysuckle. “Do Ты like it, dear? That young man, Seamus, from Далее door gave it to me this morning. He’s such a nice young lad. I know it’s your favourite…”
Maria wasn’t really listening. Conversations with her grandmother often went this way. She could prattle for England.
“…so I bought the soil cheap and he gave me sixpence change, which I’m sure was wrong, but there Ты go.” She paused momentarily and Maria sought an opportunity.
“That’s great, Grandma, really great. Listen, I’m going to my room. If Ты need me, just holler, okay?”
“Ah, homework, dear? Yes, yes, Ты go. In fact, I remember once when I had to write a long essay about the Spanish Amada, I…” Maria left quickly, her grandmother continuing to talk to herself as she weeded the soil.
Maria often craved the sanctuary of her own room, away from the flat, non-existence she felt she lived. She found it a haven for her imagination- she dreamed constantly, wishing to plunge into the stories she created, always half-believing them to be true. She read Книги a lot, too, devouring one after the other in an attempt to break the boredom and tediousness of everyday life.
Maria stood dithering in the centre of her room, sifting through the possibilities of her afternoon. She realised that she had an essay to complete, but decided against her better judgement that she would do it tomorrow. Finally coming to a decision, Maria lifted a familiar, well-read paperback from her bookshelf and carried it to the window, peering out at the fields. It was quiet and peaceful out there, revealing no secrets, so Maria opened a Болталка page in the book and began to read.
It wasn’t long before some sixth sense made Maria glance up from the page. It was raining again, but being absorbed in the Фэнтези worlds of her literature, Maria hadn’t noticed. On her first glance, nothing seemed to be different- just trees and endless fields, muffled by the rainy mist. However, when Maria shrugged and looked down, something made her do a double-take.
There was someone out there.
Tall and broad, a man stood silently in the pouring rain, his black hair plastered to his forehead. He was only wearing a t-shirt and jeans, just casually standing as if the freezing rain had no affect on his pale skin. He suddenly turned, so fast that it seemed impossible, and then he was staring at Maria, his eyes bright with what looked like hunger.
Wild, ferocious, scarlet eyes.
Maria shrieked and dropped the book in fright. She leapt back from the window and slammed the curtains closed, trying to calm her breathing. Once she had herself under control, and with the man safely out of sight, Maria began to think.
No-one could have that colour eyes, it wasn’t humanly possible. And how could he be standing like that in the freezing rain with so little coverage? It was an absurd mystery and Maria was intrigued. Fascinated. And yet also terrified. She couldn’t help dwell on his face, the contours of his skin. It was like trying to remember a face или a name and match it with someone Ты knew. It was déjà vu, when Ты had no idea what it was Ты remembered. Frustrating.
By the time Maria’s grandmother had called her for her tea, Maria couldn’t even be sure if he had been real, или a figment of her wild imagination.
Maria ate her чай in a thoughtful silence that evening, listening to her grandmother chatter on about spring beans and rhubarbs. However much she complained about her, Maria had to admit that her grandmother’s cooking was amazing, and as everything was home-grown, it tasted that much better. Maria couldn’t remember having ever eaten супермаркет ready-meals in her home. It was--
Maria suddenly looked up. Something her grandmother had сказал(-а) had caught her drifting attention and dragged it down to earth mercilessly.
“What did Ты say?” demanded Maria. Her grandmother looked slightly taken aback.
“That I saw a young man with the most extraordinarily pale skin walking past the garden this morning, dear.” She stabbed a potato with a fork. “Wearing very large sunglasses. Silly things.”
Maria was frozen, her сердце in her throat. So she hadn’t imagined him. It definitely wasn’t her mind running amok with her as it usually did. Her grandmother had seen him too. And sunglasses? A disguise, maybe, to cover the blood-like irises? It was very curious.
Maria washed up quickly after dinner, wished her grandmother a good-night and set about preparing for bed. Her school-work was unfinished, but she wasn’t interested in that. She had something she wanted to find before turning in. Something that might help to Подтвердить her thoughts, and possibly… possibly realise her fears.
Brushing her hands, Maria made her way up the path and opened the peeling front door.
“Grandma?” she called. There was no answer. It was likely that her grandmother was working in the garden. Maria wondered if it was something all old people did. Her grandmother, certainly, spent her days among the hyacinths and Lucida, pruning and planting until she complained that her back was aching too dreadfully to continue. Maria had grown up with wildlife and had become accustomed to various types of soil being dragged through the house, but she didn’t plan to take it up as a career.
Tossing her bag into her room as she past it, Maria sought her grandmother in the garden, and sure enough, spotted her bending over a cane sporting a tall, twisting plant covered in numerous dainty yellow flowers. A honeysuckle.
Maria’s grandmother turned as Maria approached from behind.
“Oh, hello, dear, you’re a bit late today,” she commented, brushing soil off her hands. “Must have been because of the rain, was it? I’m glad it’s eased off now.” She nodded and suddenly pointed towards the honeysuckle. “Do Ты like it, dear? That young man, Seamus, from Далее door gave it to me this morning. He’s such a nice young lad. I know it’s your favourite…”
Maria wasn’t really listening. Conversations with her grandmother often went this way. She could prattle for England.
“…so I bought the soil cheap and he gave me sixpence change, which I’m sure was wrong, but there Ты go.” She paused momentarily and Maria sought an opportunity.
“That’s great, Grandma, really great. Listen, I’m going to my room. If Ты need me, just holler, okay?”
“Ah, homework, dear? Yes, yes, Ты go. In fact, I remember once when I had to write a long essay about the Spanish Amada, I…” Maria left quickly, her grandmother continuing to talk to herself as she weeded the soil.
Maria often craved the sanctuary of her own room, away from the flat, non-existence she felt she lived. She found it a haven for her imagination- she dreamed constantly, wishing to plunge into the stories she created, always half-believing them to be true. She read Книги a lot, too, devouring one after the other in an attempt to break the boredom and tediousness of everyday life.
Maria stood dithering in the centre of her room, sifting through the possibilities of her afternoon. She realised that she had an essay to complete, but decided against her better judgement that she would do it tomorrow. Finally coming to a decision, Maria lifted a familiar, well-read paperback from her bookshelf and carried it to the window, peering out at the fields. It was quiet and peaceful out there, revealing no secrets, so Maria opened a Болталка page in the book and began to read.
It wasn’t long before some sixth sense made Maria glance up from the page. It was raining again, but being absorbed in the Фэнтези worlds of her literature, Maria hadn’t noticed. On her first glance, nothing seemed to be different- just trees and endless fields, muffled by the rainy mist. However, when Maria shrugged and looked down, something made her do a double-take.
There was someone out there.
Tall and broad, a man stood silently in the pouring rain, his black hair plastered to his forehead. He was only wearing a t-shirt and jeans, just casually standing as if the freezing rain had no affect on his pale skin. He suddenly turned, so fast that it seemed impossible, and then he was staring at Maria, his eyes bright with what looked like hunger.
Wild, ferocious, scarlet eyes.
Maria shrieked and dropped the book in fright. She leapt back from the window and slammed the curtains closed, trying to calm her breathing. Once she had herself under control, and with the man safely out of sight, Maria began to think.
No-one could have that colour eyes, it wasn’t humanly possible. And how could he be standing like that in the freezing rain with so little coverage? It was an absurd mystery and Maria was intrigued. Fascinated. And yet also terrified. She couldn’t help dwell on his face, the contours of his skin. It was like trying to remember a face или a name and match it with someone Ты knew. It was déjà vu, when Ты had no idea what it was Ты remembered. Frustrating.
By the time Maria’s grandmother had called her for her tea, Maria couldn’t even be sure if he had been real, или a figment of her wild imagination.
Maria ate her чай in a thoughtful silence that evening, listening to her grandmother chatter on about spring beans and rhubarbs. However much she complained about her, Maria had to admit that her grandmother’s cooking was amazing, and as everything was home-grown, it tasted that much better. Maria couldn’t remember having ever eaten супермаркет ready-meals in her home. It was--
Maria suddenly looked up. Something her grandmother had сказал(-а) had caught her drifting attention and dragged it down to earth mercilessly.
“What did Ты say?” demanded Maria. Her grandmother looked slightly taken aback.
“That I saw a young man with the most extraordinarily pale skin walking past the garden this morning, dear.” She stabbed a potato with a fork. “Wearing very large sunglasses. Silly things.”
Maria was frozen, her сердце in her throat. So she hadn’t imagined him. It definitely wasn’t her mind running amok with her as it usually did. Her grandmother had seen him too. And sunglasses? A disguise, maybe, to cover the blood-like irises? It was very curious.
Maria washed up quickly after dinner, wished her grandmother a good-night and set about preparing for bed. Her school-work was unfinished, but she wasn’t interested in that. She had something she wanted to find before turning in. Something that might help to Подтвердить her thoughts, and possibly… possibly realise her fears.
hi i dont know what to call this but heres the first chapter if Ты have any ideas tell me
"Alice we don't need to dress up it's just high school.again." I сказал(-а) under my breath.
"Oh come on Bella can't Ты let me have some fun today."
"Fine." I сказал(-а) giving up trying to argue with Alice. Alice had me in dark washed skinny jeans and high heel ankle boots,with a purple long-sleeved layered casual t.
"Just today though."Not wanting her to get the wrong idea that i would let her do this everyday.
"Agreed.Now stay still I'm almost finished.
"Time to go Renesemee,Jacob."I yelled upstairs. Jacob was now moved in with us we all pretty much not breath anymore but we had to get used to it again since we can go to schol again beacause renesemee is 7 now and stoped ageing
"Alice we don't need to dress up it's just high school.again." I сказал(-а) under my breath.
"Oh come on Bella can't Ты let me have some fun today."
"Fine." I сказал(-а) giving up trying to argue with Alice. Alice had me in dark washed skinny jeans and high heel ankle boots,with a purple long-sleeved layered casual t.
"Just today though."Not wanting her to get the wrong idea that i would let her do this everyday.
"Agreed.Now stay still I'm almost finished.
"Time to go Renesemee,Jacob."I yelled upstairs. Jacob was now moved in with us we all pretty much not breath anymore but we had to get used to it again since we can go to schol again beacause renesemee is 7 now and stoped ageing
Edward's Pov.
I wake up, finding myself asleep, in ropes, mouth covered. Everyone else is sleeping,
and I can't break myself out of it. Then, Jasper and the man, come in. I pretend to sleep.
"Should we do it now? или later?"
"The killing of Bella? We will wait until she goes through what these guys experienced,
then, we will do them first. Then her."
No. No. NO!!!!! I must get my self out of this! I must find Bella and fast!!
What am I going to do! I can't get myself out!
Rosalie: Uh...
Jasper: Looks like sumbody's up! Can we do it now master? Please!?
Just so I know what to do with the others?
Master: Alright, but just her.
Rosalie: AH Mrjekjsnubgu!!!
NO!!! NOT ROSALIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I wake up, finding myself asleep, in ropes, mouth covered. Everyone else is sleeping,
and I can't break myself out of it. Then, Jasper and the man, come in. I pretend to sleep.
"Should we do it now? или later?"
"The killing of Bella? We will wait until she goes through what these guys experienced,
then, we will do them first. Then her."
No. No. NO!!!!! I must get my self out of this! I must find Bella and fast!!
What am I going to do! I can't get myself out!
Rosalie: Uh...
Jasper: Looks like sumbody's up! Can we do it now master? Please!?
Just so I know what to do with the others?
Master: Alright, but just her.
Rosalie: AH Mrjekjsnubgu!!!
NO!!! NOT ROSALIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This was short for a reason. CLIFFHANGER!!! hehehehehe......
Bella's Pov
I never thought I would lose my family like that. I never would
have thought I put them in so much danger. Especially
my poor Renesmee!!! (sobs)
"WHY!!!!!!!!?????????" I shouted as loud as I could.
Then I started to think, what if I never see them again?
Do I have to marry Jasper to get my family out?
ARE THEY OKAY?!
Then I snapped myself out of that subject.
There are three possible ways of getting my family back to safety.
1: Marry Jasper
2: Get the spell out of Jasper
3: Find a way to find my family then snap my family out of the spell,
then get Jasper out of it and then, fight him if we have to.
I now know what to do.
Then, I went back to the dark black замок to fight Jasper and whoever
the man is...
Bella's Pov
I never thought I would lose my family like that. I never would
have thought I put them in so much danger. Especially
my poor Renesmee!!! (sobs)
"WHY!!!!!!!!?????????" I shouted as loud as I could.
Then I started to think, what if I never see them again?
Do I have to marry Jasper to get my family out?
ARE THEY OKAY?!
Then I snapped myself out of that subject.
There are three possible ways of getting my family back to safety.
1: Marry Jasper
2: Get the spell out of Jasper
3: Find a way to find my family then snap my family out of the spell,
then get Jasper out of it and then, fight him if we have to.
I now know what to do.
Then, I went back to the dark black замок to fight Jasper and whoever
the man is...
Its short sorry. its supposed to be a cliff hanger. the Далее one is a lot longer.
I promise.
Bella's Pov.
We all looked at each other. That scream was SO familiar. Where's Alice?
Alice?
"Alice? Alice where are you?!" I shouted.
Then there was another yell coming from the middle door.
Then we realized. Alice went ahead of us and went towards the middle
section. We all ran as fast as we could. Edward smashed the door
and there they were. Alice, The mysterious man, and Jasper, with
mysterious purple eyes.
"Surprised to see me?" the man and Jasper сказал(-а) at once.
I promise.
Bella's Pov.
We all looked at each other. That scream was SO familiar. Where's Alice?
Alice?
"Alice? Alice where are you?!" I shouted.
Then there was another yell coming from the middle door.
Then we realized. Alice went ahead of us and went towards the middle
section. We all ran as fast as we could. Edward smashed the door
and there they were. Alice, The mysterious man, and Jasper, with
mysterious purple eyes.
"Surprised to see me?" the man and Jasper сказал(-а) at once.
10 Ways to Annoy Edward Cullen
10. Sing “Discovery Channel” by the Bloodhound Gang in your head whenever he is near.
9. Hotwire his Volvo and take it on a joyride.
8. Tell him the relationship he is having with Bella is practically paedophilia and he could be sent to jail for it.
7. Ask how Tanya is.
6. End every argument with “Bite me, Edward.”
5. Call him Romeo both behind his back and to his face.
4. Whenever he complains или argues, reply with “What are Ты gonna do Edward? Go to Italy?”
3. Tell him his hair isn’t bronze, it’s ginger, and he should stop denying himself – he’s a ranga.
2. Whenever he leaves a room или says goodbye, get down on your knees and beg him not to go, not again.
And the Number One way to annoy Edward Cullen?
1. Take his silver cell phone and change the ringtone to “Like a Virgin” by Madonna.
10. Sing “Discovery Channel” by the Bloodhound Gang in your head whenever he is near.
9. Hotwire his Volvo and take it on a joyride.
8. Tell him the relationship he is having with Bella is practically paedophilia and he could be sent to jail for it.
7. Ask how Tanya is.
6. End every argument with “Bite me, Edward.”
5. Call him Romeo both behind his back and to his face.
4. Whenever he complains или argues, reply with “What are Ты gonna do Edward? Go to Italy?”
3. Tell him his hair isn’t bronze, it’s ginger, and he should stop denying himself – he’s a ranga.
2. Whenever he leaves a room или says goodbye, get down on your knees and beg him not to go, not again.
And the Number One way to annoy Edward Cullen?
1. Take his silver cell phone and change the ringtone to “Like a Virgin” by Madonna.
'Twilight': Which 'New Moon' scene should debut on the MTV Movie Awards?
May 18, 2009, 07:00 PM | by Mandi Bierly
Categories: Film, Twilight, Waiting
Robert Pattinson, Kristen Stewart, and Taylor Lautner will be on hand at May 31's MTV Movie Awards to introduce a never-before-seen clip from the The Twilight Saga: New Moon. The Вопрос is: Which one do Ты most want to see? If Ты haven't read the секунда book in Stephenie Meyer's series, STOP NOW. We're obviously talking SPOILERS here....
I vote for Bella jumping off the cliff -- that way we'll get to see how they handle her hearing Edward's voice, while they give us a visual because they want to put Pattinson on screen whenever possible -- или Bella running to stop Edward from stepping into the sun. I bet those will be too F/X-driven to be ready to screen in May, since the film doesn't open until November. (Ditto any scenes involving the волк Pack transforming....) Your pick? Bonus points if it's practical.
May 18, 2009, 07:00 PM | by Mandi Bierly
Categories: Film, Twilight, Waiting
Robert Pattinson, Kristen Stewart, and Taylor Lautner will be on hand at May 31's MTV Movie Awards to introduce a never-before-seen clip from the The Twilight Saga: New Moon. The Вопрос is: Which one do Ты most want to see? If Ты haven't read the секунда book in Stephenie Meyer's series, STOP NOW. We're obviously talking SPOILERS here....
I vote for Bella jumping off the cliff -- that way we'll get to see how they handle her hearing Edward's voice, while they give us a visual because they want to put Pattinson on screen whenever possible -- или Bella running to stop Edward from stepping into the sun. I bet those will be too F/X-driven to be ready to screen in May, since the film doesn't open until November. (Ditto any scenes involving the волк Pack transforming....) Your pick? Bonus points if it's practical.
hello fanfiction writers
I feeling really bored right now, so i guess i thought about all of Ты guys/girls :D
I want to congratulate Ты all for making such awesome and great fanfiction. So it must be said, so everyone can read about you're fanfiction :-)
I read most of the fanfiction (allot actually) myself and i just adore them i sometimes print them out and start Чтение them like a book, it's really amazing that people are still so broad-minded :o)
*****To all fanfiction writers out there continue the great job and don't ever stop :D LOL and to the people who want to start a fanfiction on there own, good luck and enjoy what Ты write :D*****
I feeling really bored right now, so i guess i thought about all of Ты guys/girls :D
I want to congratulate Ты all for making such awesome and great fanfiction. So it must be said, so everyone can read about you're fanfiction :-)
I read most of the fanfiction (allot actually) myself and i just adore them i sometimes print them out and start Чтение them like a book, it's really amazing that people are still so broad-minded :o)
*****To all fanfiction writers out there continue the great job and don't ever stop :D LOL and to the people who want to start a fanfiction on there own, good luck and enjoy what Ты write :D*****