UDE- Original story

[Beyond:.:Words]

I believe I might have mentioned a few times before about an original story I'm writing. It's a big deal to me, 1. because it's my little creation, and all my creations are important to me, 2. because I'm in love with this idea that just "popped inte me head and I keep thinking" (Mrs. Lovett moment). Ha, but this idea isn't about using human flesh in pies, and 3. this is the so-far only and first original story from me. I have never written anything other than poetry and fanfiction.

I shall post it here... SOON. I'll finish chapter seven first and then upload it on Fictionpress ^.^

My attempt to describe/summarize it:

A dark love story about prostitution and drugs. Tragic, strange, raw, real. Though not entirely dark because it's in the point of view of a Dylan Monroe, a Texan Junior who moves to London with his mother and attends a boarding school, where he meets the dark beauty Morgan Carter, a girl who lost both her parents and her virginity at the delicate age of 13. Beautiful, intelligent, diverse, care-free. Yet the last person to consider popular in the school and doesn't give a damn about education. With only two friends and a C average, the staff and student body doesn't make much of her. After a few days with her, Dylan can admit to himself that he has become fond of her. Though Morgan is a little too keen on not falling in love.

[Mabforever]

Ooooooooooooh and what is your future plans for this? For your own enjoyment or ...?

[Beyond:.:Words]

I don't really know about THAT idea. I'm so indecisive and graduation is coming so quickly... I'm sticking with classical singing/theatre for college, but if that doesn't happen I might actually try to get something published. And this is the only idea that's come around which I'll actually finish O.o

My english teacher is pressuring me to go with my writing... she insists on reading everything I write. Anyway, enough about my career crisis.

Enjoyment. A reason to procrastinate =P

That was a sucky summary though XD

[Mabforever]

Fact: Human beings are the most indecisive creatures known.(Just thought I'd share with ya)

Ooooh cool I do alot of drama I auditioned for a drama school got in then turned it down

I'm quite good at english to I'm in english one but I get waaaaaaaaay to much homework.

[Beyond:.:Words]

Ha, that makes sense.

I adore it. Though now I'm choosing to drop all the musical theatre voice training and going to classical, but of course I can mix the two. For example, phantom of the opera is classical, Johanna in Sweeney Todd, classical. Though now I have to learn to speak latin *stabs voice teacher for choosing Panis Angelicus*
Pardon me, PAH-NEESE AHN-GEH-LEE-COOSE -_- Frenchies don't do well "flipping" the 'r'

Yeah, English is my second passion. I freak out over bad grammar and insist on not using many basic words O.o

[Mabforever]

Awww shame I getting dead into musicals right now. I'm obsessed with Moulin Rouge right now.

[Beyond:.:Words]

Not really, I mean, I just really don't like the contemporary theatre voice style that my teacher was pushing me toward. The roles I'd like to do aren't going to require that kind of voice training.

I'm a musical nut. Wicked, Phantom of the Opera, Rent, Sweeney Todd. All some of my favorites.

On an on-topic note, I am going through a period of severe writer's block that is even affecting my roleplaying and the writing of a summer book report (chose to read The Once and Future King Yay for more knights of the round table) soooo that chapter is taking a while. But I plan to do a lot of writing on my trip in eight days.

Bahaha, "Why is everyone suddenly against me?" I used that line in the story without even noticing I did and I read through it and finally noticed.

[Beyond:.:Words]

Posting it on Fiction Press is being delayed because I keep changing the thing, plus I just had a week-long writer's block. But... *sigh* here is my finished prologue XD

I hadn't gotten much sleep, especially since my darling younger cousin decided to wake me up at six in the morning to get coffee. The caffeine of my drink would take its affect on me in a few minutes. In the mean time, my head was propped up against the wall of a coffee shop.

It was a relief to be out of school for the break. After three months living off of whatever the cafeteria passed off as food and the occasional orange gelatin they serve for dessert, I am overly glad to have the burnt casserole my aunt makes for dinner three days in a row. Even the pathetic excuse for a doughnut this shop sells with the off-yellow icing is a relief.

And then ordinary became its exact opposite when she walked in. Casually, she entered, and ordered a drink. She sat at a table on the other side of the room, as if it was on purpose to sit as far as possible from us.

I look across the table to my cousin. She was too occupied with her book to notice anything. “Sam?” Her head shot up from that obese romance novel at the mention of her name, looking at me through a thick curtain of black hair. “Can I ask you something?”
She sighs heavily, making a big deal of interrupting her and slams the book shut. “Shoot.”

I hesitated at first. I was sure she might still be sensitive on the topic, but I genuinely wanted to know the answer. “Was it hard when Brendon died?”

Sam looked at me coldly. Her eyes glued to a spot on the wooden table as she made me wait in silence for an answer.

Sam had two other siblings. Sydney was her fraternal twin, Phil was in ninth grade. But she had an older brother whom I had heard died in a DUI accident while I was still living in Houston. I barely knew anything about it. I wasn’t close with him or anything, I just received the news from my aunt via a telephone call last summer.

“Umm…” She finally mumbled after what seemed like ages. “It was like a dream at first. I expected to wake up and find him in the room next to me, asleep. Didn’t seem possible. You start to forget after a while, though. The impact lessens.“ She hurriedly split the book back open.

I accepted this was all I’d get out of her, and, disappointed, I turned my attention back to the only other occupied table. She took five long sips before she bothered to look up, and when she did she looked directly at me. Her eyes were wide with something--was it hope?--and her dark brown irises were shining back at me in the light of the fireplace.

Oh Morgan…

I couldn’t focus. Her familiar beauty overpowered me and the last words she had spoken to me clouded my mind. As if a little demon guarded the memory so it would never escape my head.

She had slipped through my fingers like sand. I had finally gotten through to her, I finally thought I had her. Though I was powerless, no matter how much I adored her.

[Beyond:.:Words]

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www.fictionpress.com/u/668244/deadxboysxpoem

I at least got that part done.

[Mabforever]

Yep I got an email telling me about it I'll reading it after I finally move to getout my pj's and into some clothes. (All I have done since yesterday is sleep)