This is. Um. Stream-of-conciousness, wrod spew.
Twilight, stream-of-conciousness, word spew.
Because I happen to be really, really fond of Jacob, and if you take Twilight seriously (which I try not to do more than once a week), he really got kicked in the ass.
Actually, it's been said before, but I think the Twilight series would be a fascinatining series if told from a more serious point-of view. I love me some mindless romance, but I also love anti-heros and angst and fucked-up horror stories. I wish we'd gotten that from Twilight instead.
Anyway, here you go. First person, Jacob angst. Be warned.
( It's not fair. It's never fair. )
Twilight, stream-of-conciousness, word spew.
Because I happen to be really, really fond of Jacob, and if you take Twilight seriously (which I try not to do more than once a week), he really got kicked in the ass.
Actually, it's been said before, but I think the Twilight series would be a fascinatining series if told from a more serious point-of view. I love me some mindless romance, but I also love anti-heros and angst and fucked-up horror stories. I wish we'd gotten that from Twilight instead.
Anyway, here you go. First person, Jacob angst. Be warned.
( It's not fair. It's never fair. )
- Location:Sitting Under the Bed
- Mood:
distressed - Music:Listening to the Parents Complain
Title: Loved
Author: Reilly Tross
Fandom: Twilight
Summary: Bella loves Edward. She’s loved him since day one.
Word Count: 1,381
Warnings: Very dark. Domestic violence. AU as of Breaking Dawn. Hell, AU as of forever.
Author's Notes: Yes, I read Twilight. You know how sometimes, you open your fridge and look at all the ingrediants to make a three course steak dinner, and then you go out and get a hamburger from McDonalds, because yes, it's horrible for you and yes, it kind of destroys your soul, but dammit, sometimes you can't put in the brain power to make dinner? Reading Twilight was like that. I love it the same way I love McDonalds.
( Bella loves Edward. She's loved him since day one. )
Author: Reilly Tross
Fandom: Twilight
Summary: Bella loves Edward. She’s loved him since day one.
Word Count: 1,381
Warnings: Very dark. Domestic violence. AU as of Breaking Dawn. Hell, AU as of forever.
Author's Notes: Yes, I read Twilight. You know how sometimes, you open your fridge and look at all the ingrediants to make a three course steak dinner, and then you go out and get a hamburger from McDonalds, because yes, it's horrible for you and yes, it kind of destroys your soul, but dammit, sometimes you can't put in the brain power to make dinner? Reading Twilight was like that. I love it the same way I love McDonalds.
( Bella loves Edward. She's loved him since day one. )
Title: Intimidation
Author:
Summary: Hell, this doesn’t really deserve one. It’s just sort of...word spew. Enjoy.
Copyright: Cassandra (yes, that is her name) will probably be used in another story sometime later-ish. Maybe not. Until then, if you really want to, use away. I don’t care. Just send over the link.
( I'm going to tell you a story. My story. You're going to listen because I want to tell it, and if you don't act interested, I will come through this computer screen, rip our your intestines and feed them to you. And afterwards, I will still make you listen to the story. )
- Mood:
creative
This is a weird little exercise in a style of writing that disturbs me and should disturb you too. It shouldn't be too long, but it is very emo/angsty. This is only the first chapter, and I am going to skip over some parts that I don't deem neccesary, like properly talking about his friends or his life or whatever. It's going to be weird and have mentions of self-abuse, and a graphic murder and torture.
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Title: They can’t, I shouldn’t
Author:
coconutfred
Summary: James may blame himself for his family’s death, but that does not mean he wants to die.
Copy write: Mostly this is mine, although I’m not sure how proud that should make me.
( Prologue )
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Title: They can’t, I shouldn’t
Author:
Summary: James may blame himself for his family’s death, but that does not mean he wants to die.
Copy write: Mostly this is mine, although I’m not sure how proud that should make me.
( Prologue )
- Location:My Bedroom
- Mood:
artistic - Music:My Kitty Attempting To Eat The Dog's Ear
