Bella Swan: Edward? Is that you? You look… different.
Tyler Hawkins: Huh? No, sorry. No Edward here. *smiles*
Bella Swan: It is you! I knew I would find you! Oh, Edward I’m so sorry. Please come back to me. Come back to Forks.
Tyler Hawkins: What?! Who the hell are you? And what do forks have to do with anything?
Bella Swan: It’s me, Bella. Do you have amnesia?
Tyler Hawkins: No. I’ve never seen you before in my life.
Bella Swan: Oh Edward! Why are you doing this to me?! It’s so cruel.
Tyler Hawkins: WHAT. ARE. YOU. TALKING. ABOUT?
Bella Swan: Please come back to me. I hear your voice all the time in my head. I promise I won’t ask you to change me into a vampire ever again.
Tyler Hawkins: What the fuck?! OK, I’m really sorry but you’re having some mental issues and I think you need to go to the hospital. Want me to show you where it is?
Bella Swan: Oh, Edward, I’ll go anywhere as long as I’m with you!
Tyler Hawkins: *sigh* Alright, I’m gonna take you to the hospital, follow me. We’ll get you some help.
Bella stepped closer still, in slow graceful movements, careful not to make a sound on the creaking floorboards beneath her. Edward’s face was angelic as he slept. There was something at once masculine and feminine, adult and childlike about him. Did he really have no idea how exquisite he was? Did he not notice Jessica and Lauren and the other girls at school eyeing him with appreciation? If he only knew their thoughts about him! Bella froze as Edward sighed in his sleep, reaching for the sheet and covering himself back up with it. Perhaps she was taking this too far, she thought. She wanted to go further still. She wanted to touch him, but knew it was impossible. He would awaken, recoiling in horror from her icy touch.
She looked at her angel as he slept. Her angel. She had no claim on him. He was everything she wanted, and nothing she deserved. How could a good and decent human like Edward Cullen love an undead, murderous monster like Bella? In her view of time, he was just a child. Only 17 years old. Bella was 125 years his senior. Still, she wanted nothing more than to cradle him in her frozen arms. In some dark corner of her mind she knew it would either be love or death for him. With whatever tiny shred of goodness and humanity left in her, she hoped for love.
Edward Cullen glanced over at the table across the cafeteria and eyed its lone dweller. She was a petite, pale, eerily beautiful girl with long dark hair pulled back casually in a ponytail. She sat alone, a tray of untouched food in front of her. She met his glance and glared at him for a moment, with an expression of confusion.. and anger? Edward felt himself blush and nervously looked down, fidgeting awkwardly with the loose strands of yarn on the sleeves of his sweater. “Um.. so, who is that?” Edward asked Mike Newton, gesturing with his head in the girl’s direction, causing his thick black glasses to slip down his nose. “Oh her? That’s Bella Swan,” said Mike. “But don’t even bother with her. She’s beautiful, but there’s something… I dunno.. weird about her. She doesn’t talk to anyone, anyway.” Edward looked over at Bella again, noticing her expression was now one of quiet amusement. “Her family moved here a few years ago from Alaska or something,” explained Tyler Crowley. “Her brothers and sisters all graduated last year. I was relieved when they left, ‘cause they all gave me the creeps.” Edward thought for a moment. He stole another glance at Bella, her hands were now tightened into fists at her side, her eyes concentrating on something he couldn’t see. “What was so creepy about them?” Edward asked. Mike and Tyler laughed. “They’re like adopted, right?” said Tyler. “Well, except for Bella they were all like… doing each other! It’s so gross, man!” Mike shrugged. “It’s not like they’re related though. I mean you remember Rosalie? Damn, if she was my adopted sister, I’d definitely…” Tyler laughed and added, “Or Bella.” Mike and Tyler laughed some more and Edward returned to his lunch. Just then the bell rang, and Edward looked across the cafeteria again, hoping to catch another fleeting look at the fascinating girl but instead he found only an empty table. She had vanished.
Edward always wanted a pet of some kind but Carlisle wouldn’t allow it because he knew it would just end up being eaten by someone, causing hurt and resentment in the family. Edward admired dogs but felt like he was unworthy of a dog. They are such a loyal and good-natured species, he thought, surely a dog would reject a soulless monster as its master. So he started asking for a cat…
Edward and Mr Whiskers by iluvmormonvampires
![Droplets of rain on the windows reflected the full moon, casting shadows like stars on their faces. It was a chilly night but not uncomfortably so. Bella was glad her wounded leg had healed before prom so the night was at least somewhat normal, as normal as a date with a vampire could be. Edward had parked the Volvo along a secluded back road not too far from the Cullen house. Bella held her bolero sweater and nervously fidgeted with her corsage, unsure of what he had planned. ”Where are we?” she asked. “Where we won’t be bothered,” he said with a slight smile, taking off his necktie and throwing his jacket in the backseat. He unfastened his seat belt and exited the car, moving to the backseat. “Join me, love,” said Edward tantalizingly. Bella swallowed hard and blushed bright red. She couldn’t resist his velvety voice. She joined Edward in the backseat and as she sat down the bow holding her dress straps up came undone. Edward took it as an opportunity to push the straps down further, almost exposing her breasts. His touch was at once hot and cold and Bella loved the feeling. He leaned toward her and kissed her shoulder gently, all while eyeing her chest. Bella’s heart began racing. “Don’t be scared, my love,” said Edward. Bella was nervous, but she wasn’t scared. They had been through so much together. She trusted him completely, with her mind, soul and body. She had fantasized about this moment for so long, since the day they met. “This is another rite of passage, an important one,” said Edward. “I’m nothing if not traditional.”
[An Important Rite of Passage by iluvmormonvampires]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2yo6op6yr1r53ajjo1_500.gif)
Droplets of rain on the windows reflected the full moon, casting shadows like stars on their faces. It was a chilly night but not uncomfortably so. Bella was glad her wounded leg had healed before prom so the night was at least somewhat normal, as normal as a date with a vampire could be. Edward had parked the Volvo along a secluded back road not too far from the Cullen house. Bella held her bolero sweater and nervously fidgeted with her corsage, unsure of what he had planned. ”Where are we?” she asked. “Where we won’t be bothered,” he said with a slight smile, taking off his necktie and throwing his jacket in the backseat. He unfastened his seat belt and exited the car, moving to the backseat. “Join me, love,” said Edward tantalizingly. Bella swallowed hard and blushed bright red. She couldn’t resist his velvety voice. She joined Edward in the backseat and as she sat down the bow holding her dress straps up came undone. Edward took it as an opportunity to push the straps down further, almost exposing her breasts. His touch was at once hot and cold and Bella loved the feeling. He leaned toward her and kissed her shoulder gently, all while eyeing her chest. Bella’s heart began racing. “Don’t be scared, my love,” said Edward. Bella was nervous, but she wasn’t scared. They had been through so much together. She trusted him completely, with her mind, soul and body. She had fantasized about this moment for so long, since the day they met. “This is another rite of passage, an important one,” said Edward. “I’m nothing if not traditional.”
[An Important Rite of Passage by iluvmormonvampires]
Fanfiction plays with existing characters as though they are toys. It’s a great way to take your enjoyment of someone’s work to a new, interactive level and to hone your skill with prose.
But writing is about more than prose. When you come up with an original work, you think a lot about your characters. What makes them tick? How will they react to situation X? How will they react to character Y? How will they react if character Z does this or that?
This is why I’m so angry about Fifty Shades of Grey. It makes me sick that this reimagining of Twilight as non-paranormal erotica (which, fundamentally, is what this book is) has become such a runaway success. It’s not okay to take an author’s characters, repackage them, and make money off it.
Fanfiction is a toy. It’s not a career, and it shouldn’t be treated as one.
What do you guys think about authors using the Twilight fandom as a testing ground for their writing?
The year is 2432 AD. The Apocalypse has wiped out all human knowledge and the only book series which has survived the destruction is The Twilight Saga. The remaining human population base their understanding of the past on The Twilight Saga, with some fanatics considering it a holy text. A brutal war breaks out between religious factions: one group worships He Who Sparkles while the other worships The Wolf. Nobody worships Bella because that would be stupid.
Leah, still naked but not the least bit cold, sat next to Edward, playing with the fluffs of hair on his cold marble chest. “Leah, I’m always so afraid I’m going to do something to her I regret. Something I can’t take back,” said Edward as they sat in the shelter of the trees. A gentle storm could be heard in the distance. “I can’t read her mind. But I know she thinks I don’t want her that way.” Leah smirked at Edward. “Maybe she’s right. Maybe you don’t. Maybe that’s why you keep coming to me every week,” she teased.
Thanks to einfachmich who suggested the story theme.
