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Post by Rotae on Jan 19, 2005 23:40:38 GMT
You can never write too much! Unless it goes over the weight restrictions (something which I am keeping in mind! lol)
No paste yet!
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Dory
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Post by Dory on Jan 20, 2005 1:26:02 GMT
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Post by Dory on Jan 20, 2005 2:45:12 GMT
Mine is- (i might take it off in a bit, i dunno...its the latest part ive just written of one o my stories...so i may have to remove it from here, copyright and all that...plus its rather long, oh yeah and also the censors on here have changed a few of the words so parts of it dont make sense lol)
anywho, here yar-
“27 today…” he sighed, crossed feet at the ankles, put his hands behind his head and leaned back in his chair. Only a week since he saw the guys and he missed them already. It was so strange having people he could consider as friends, one he could even consider a soul mate. Yet he was still spending this, like his past endless birthdays alone in his room, remote control primed and the TV set on go. Picking up one of the only 2 cards he had received, Rafe began to read the message inside. Son, hope you are treating your Aunt right and keeping yourself clean. Take care and happy birthday. Love, all back home. Home? Ireland wasn’t his home any more, it was his history, a history of bad choices and if he started calling that little town ‘home’ it would only be going backwards. “Course I’m keeping myself clean, that’s what showers were invented for…silly woman.” He muttered and laughed at his own joke then sunk into silence at the realisation that he was going mad. His mind then got distracted and pulled into the bizarre but real memories of last week. Replaying and falling deeper into the vision of Chris, the idea and dream of him and all of his precious words. As they sat there that night, the whole group just delved into conversations about little nothings, they talked over small occurrences, random events, and each others most embarrassing moments, Rafe still concealed his true past. But at the end of the night, parting ways and getting a lift home from Chris himself was Rafe’s highlight. Thanks to his absent mind and leaving his wallet behind, Chris had kindly offered him a ride back home. Just over an hour of one-to-one conversation in a closed space, a promise of free entry to Audioslave’s next gig in town and a means of contacting Chris personally by means of a cell number, gave Rafe an enormous meaning of self and wanting. “It does not get any better than that” Rafe thought out loud, the echo of his words as they ricocheted down the hallway. The house was abnormally quiet this morning, no sounds of a washing machine whirring away to itself downstairs, no hum of a quaint tune as his Aunt ambled around the house, it was almost serene. One thing he loved about living here was the mailboxes. He had grown up with the post being pushed haphazardly through a slot in the door and in the last year or so he grown so attached to walking out the mailbox at the end of path, the novelty was taking a while to wear off. How or why he had gone from thinking about last week to mailboxes he couldn’t work out but that’s just the way he was. After deciding there wasn’t anything interesting to do on the internet and giving in to his quarrelling stomach, he trudged down the stairs and began raiding the fridge. A quick scan over the lack of contents and a minor rearrangement later, Rafe decided to go out for a walk to the shop to get something to credit his initiative. He grabbed his keys, wallet and the nearest jacket to hand and exited the house. As he made his way down the path, an aura in the air told him to look in the mailbox, his gut cried out in a different tone as if it wanted him to listen it. To put his mind at ease he pulled the flap down, “See? Nothing…” he huffed, freezing to the spot. Sat inside, as though placed particularly, was a neat white envelope with just the word ‘Rafe’ scrawled proudly in the centre. He didn’t know what to do, for what felt like an eternity he just stood gawping open-mouthed at the sheet of white like a shop mannequin. Removing the letter with one hand and replacing the front of the mailbox, without once moving his eyes from the calligraphic art before him. It seemed somewhat familiar yet rather alienating, without a single hesitation he ripped it open to come face to face with a simple yet elegant birthday card. “Phew! Is that all?” He sighed with relief, silently cursing himself for his obvious stupidity. As he opened it a ticket fell out onto the grass and rushed to retrieve it before nature did. Written inside the card were the words ‘Hope you had a great day, mate. See you at the concert. Happy Birthday. Chris.’ Rafe’s mouth just opened in awe, his senses stunned beyond belief. “How the hell?!” He whimpered exasperatedly, “I’ve never told him a word about ma birthday…” His mind continued rerunning any exchange he had had with Chris or anyone else for that matter yet he still couldn’t recall any mere mention of a birthday. He headed back inside, fumbling with his key in the lock, his mind completely engulfed by the surprise and bewilderment causing him to forget his need of sustenance. He felt a sudden overwhelming urge to know, to know how he knew, how he had invaded his world and his skin so deeply. A quick dig in his pocket produced a crumpled piece of paper with a cell phone number marked down in the precise same handwriting as that of the envelope and the card. Without even a hint of hesitation or indecision, he picked up the receiver and began dialling the number, squinting as he tried to decipher some of the numbers. Only when the dial tone fired up did he fill up with doubts and his tongue commenced to tie itself in knots. “Hello?” the husky voice resonated throughout Rafe’s ear, “Hellooo?”. “Er…..h…h..hi.” He mustered up his strength. “It’s Rafe….I just idioted to say thanks for the…oh nuts!” he squeezed his eyes shut, not believing the Freudian slip falling from his own mouth. “I mean WANTED to say thanks for the card, how did you know it was my birthday?” he asked quickly trying to cover his verbal mishap. Chris chuckled to himself before clearing his throat and explaining that he previsouly rung the house-phone to ask about tickets and transport for the gig, and ending up chatting away to his Aunt and how she had spilled the beans on many various things. Rage hung his head, he could feel the hate and anger rising from deep within. How could she have done that? She had no right! What has she told him… He sighed, collected himself and took a deep breath. “So what’s she been saying now?” “Ahh ya know, how you had a divine doll collection when you were younger, you liked your nightlife and the clubbing, oh and mustn’t forget that she mentioned you make a lovely spaghetti bolognese and garlic bread.” Chris chortled quietly. “She’s nice your Aunt.” Rafe couldn’t muster up a reply, be it full of truth or sarcasm, he was too confused and shocked by the whole conversation. Then it was as if a switch was flipped and he opened up again. “So where are ya?” he asked. It took Chris a while to answer as though he were distracted. “Oh we were just getting a bit of last minute practice in.” he finally replied. “For the infamous set tomorrow.” “Tomorrow?!” Rafe squarked in shock, he remembered the ticket in his hand and shot his eyes down. It did indeed say tomorrow’s date. “Yeah…” Chris said, unsure of the response. “…you do know it’s tomorrow, right?” he ask, now sounding a little concerned. “Aye yeah, sorry.” shaking off the bolt from the blue and continuing, “I keep forgetting what day it is, I seem to have sold a few days on ebay without realising.” “Think we both have, mate” He laughed quietly. “Any way, speaking of time, I better be off, duty calling. So I shall see you tomorrow.” “Aye, see ya.” Rafe replied and swiftly hung up. He took a big gulp, ran his hand through his hair and fell back against the wall, “Oh nuts, nuts and double nuts.”
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Rotae
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Post by Rotae on Jan 23, 2005 4:42:44 GMT
I'll have to read all of it when I have a bit more time Dory! The part that I read was good! Here's my paste, it's not too big: Peace, Rotae
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Post by NativeAngel on Jan 23, 2005 13:11:28 GMT
Good story, hope to see more of it. I enjoyed that little part of it. Rock, Peace NativeAngel
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Post by Dory on Jan 23, 2005 15:45:22 GMT
lol its up to 9,000 words at the moment, im still nowhere near the end... hmm it definatly loses the funny parts (where it says idioted it should say 'wa nked' and replace the word nuts with 'sh it')...see if that helps lol anywho, my paste is this lovely pic- my eskimo man
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Rotae
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Post by Rotae on Jan 24, 2005 0:13:30 GMT
LUPIN: Go on, Harry! I’m sure none of the things you’ve witnessed in your life would give the other students heart attacks at all!
HARRY: *conjures a dementor*
LUPIN: AHHH! CANCEL CANCEL CANCEL!
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Apparently the Only Quidditch Game Played at Hogwarts This Year
THE RAIN: *is torrential*
HARRY’S GOGGLES: *are sporty*
OLIVER WOOD: *is not there*
HP FANS: *grumble grumble like to polish his Biggerstaff grumble*
Harry ends up chasing the Snitch up into the stratosphere, where the Dementors show up, start dementing, and sucking Harry’s face until he falls off his broom and plummets to earth in front of several hundred shrieking spectators.
DUMBLEDORE: THIS IS NOT GROOVY AT ALL!
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The Shrieking Shack, Hogsmeade
HERMIONE: You wanna come closer?
RON: Ew, you have cooties!
HERMIONE: To the Shack.
RON: The Shack also has cooties!
DRACO: Weasley and the Mudblood, sitting in a tree!
DRACO’S HAT: *sneers furrily*
CRABBE AND GOYLE: HA HA!
INVISIBLE HARRY: *wreaks snowy vengeance*
DRACO: *runs off crying for Daddy*
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Snowy Glade of Teenage Weeping, Hogsmeade
NO-LONGER-INVISIBLE HARRY: OMG HE WAS THEIR FRIEND! I KILL YOU DEAD, SIRIUS BLACK!
HERMIONE: I would give you a comforting hug, but… y’know, the cooties.
HARRY: S’aright. I have to practice my teenage rage for the next two movies anyway.
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Lupin Teaches Harry Extremely Advanced Magic He Couldn’t Possibly Learn at This Age
LUPIN: So. The better the memory, the better the Patronus. Go!
DEMENTOR-IN-A-BOX: RAAAAAA!!
HARRY: *falls over*
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Lupin’s Office
LUPIN: OH MY GOD TRAIPSING AROUND A DARK CASTLE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT WITH A MAP THAT SHOWS ANYONE INCLUDING THE GUY WHO WANTS TO KILL YOU HOW TO FIND ANYONE INCLUDING YOU ARE YOU STUPID?
HARRY: *hangs head*
LUPIN: Oh, what the hell. Have some chocolate.
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Hilltop of Hippogriff Sorrow
EXECUTIONER: *chops something off-screen*
PEOPLE WHO DON’T READ THE BOOKS: OMGWTFHORSYBIRD!
THE KIDS: *hug threesomely*
ALFONSO CUARÓN: I think I directed a porno like this once.
SCABBERS: RON! I BITE YOUR THUMB AT YOU!
RON: AHHHHHH! COME BACK, SCABBERS!
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The Shrieking Shack
RON: Help! Help!
HARRY: We’re coming, Ron!
RON: Don’t help! Don’t help! It’s a trap!
HARRY: *eye roll*
BIG BLACK DOG: *turns into Sirius Black*
HERMIONE: If you want to kill Harry, you’ll have to kill us first!
HP FANS: OMGWTF THAT WAS RON’S LINE! YOU CHANGED THINGS FROM THE BOOK!
LOTR FANS: What are you, new?
SIRIUS: Only one person will die tonight, but I will be vague about it so that you’ll think I mean Harry!
HARRY: BRING! IT! ON!
Harry jumps Sirius and gets his chokehold on.
LUPIN [rushing in]: Harry, no! EXPELLIARMUS!
THE KIDS: Lupin!
SIRIUS: Remus!
LUPIN: Sirius!
SIRIUS: Hug!
HERMIONE: Werewolf!
RON AND HARRY: What?
SNAPE: BLACK!
THE KIDS: Snape!
SNAPE: EXPELLIARMUS!
LUPIN: Noooo!
SIRIUS: Pettigrew!
THE KIDS: What?
SIRIUS: Map!
LUPIN: Dead!
SIRIUS: No!
LUPIN: Yes!
SIRIUS: No!
LUPIN: Yes!
SIRIUS: No!
LUPIN: Yes!
SNAPE: Christ, you two bicker like an old married couple.
SIRIUS/LUPIN SHIPPERS: YAY!
SNAPE: ANYWAY. Dementors’ Kiss for you, Black, and I’ll have no more of this monosy—
HARRY [with Hermione’s wand]: EXPELLIARMUS!
EXPELLIARMUS: *for some reason does not just disarm Snape but throws him through the wall of the Shack*
RON: Oh, we are so stuffed now.
HERMIONE: Professor Lupin! You were Harry’s friend, so I didn’t tell on you for the werewolf stuff, and now you’re going to turn Harry over to Black!
HARRY: Dude, you could have told ME!
SIRIUS: I don’t want to kill you, Harry! I want to kill your friend’s rat!
RON: WHY ARE WE SUDDENLY ON OPPOSITE PLANET?
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LUPINWOLF: I KEEL YOU, SIRIUSDOG!
SIRIUSDOG: *whimpers*
LUPINWOLF: I KEEL YOU TOO, HARRY POTTER!
HARRY: AHHHH!
FEMALE WEREWOLF: AROOOOOOOO!
EVERYBODY: WTF?
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Somewhere in the Hogwarts Woods
Harry must conjure a Patronus before the Dementors suck off Siriusdog’s face.
HARRY: EXPECTO PATRONUM!
PATRONUS: …
HARRY: EXPECTO PATRONUM!
PATRONUS: …
HARRY: EXPECTO PATRONUM!
PATRONUS: …
HARRY: *cries*
DEMENTORS: *dement*
PATRONUS: *finally gets off his ass and prances stagfully*
HARRY: Dad!
THE AUDIENCE: What? Where?
DEMENTORS: Run away! We are powerless against Bambi’s dad!
HARRY: *falls over*
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Lupin’s Office of Woeful Packing
HARRY: Well, basically we’re right back where we started, which sucks.
LUPIN: Except for the part where you saved the lives of an innocent convict and an innocent Malfoy-mashing hippogriff.
HARRY: Yeah, but I still have no broom, no teacher, no godfather, and no parents.
LUPIN: Here, have some chocolate.
© 2004 Cleolinda Jones. All rights reserved. cleolinda.livejournal.com ---
That was some highlights of a parodied HP3 movie. I love it! Peace, Rotae
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Dory
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Post by Dory on Jan 24, 2005 1:13:34 GMT
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Rotae
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Post by Rotae on Jan 24, 2005 14:00:28 GMT
Here's mine, I took your movie quiz Dory!
Congratulations, you scored Artistic. You're looking for the unique movie in the bunch. You've probably watched a lot of movies that nobody has ever heard of, and good for you. You also know good filmmaking when you see it. You just get it, no questions asked. Check out: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Amelie, Garden State, Lost in Translation.
I've seen all of them except Garden State... lol. My lowest one was Romantic Comedy, coz I can't stand things with J Lo in it or stuff like that. Give it some meaning people! lol. But, then there's Down With Love, which is a RC and I like that... but, there'a always an exeption right? lol.
Peace, Rotae
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Post by Dory on Jan 24, 2005 14:09:51 GMT
lol i love J-Lo (as an actress only), ive got Lost In Translation, Eternal Sunshine, im gonna go watch garden state when its out over here.... hmm i love my RC's heh but i generally like all films...being the cineast i am. i like the majority of films, there are just the odd one or two that i dont like...not any particular genre though.. my c+p=
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Rotae
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Post by Rotae on Jan 24, 2005 14:15:09 GMT
My paste: It's Malfoy! lol Peace, Rotae
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Post by Dory on Jan 24, 2005 14:19:01 GMT
heh cute.
mines the same one, cos i had to right click, copy the address into the browser bar to see it...
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Post by Dory on Jan 24, 2005 16:50:03 GMT
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Post by Dory on Feb 8, 2005 18:32:18 GMT
mine-
i spotted the new pics[looks like fun, bet it was such a boring chore on that shoot, aye? ;D )...but not the music...(had my laptop on mute)
but now ive heard them....mmmmm *hugs the screen* so pwitti ;D well done lads, yeah i know theyre demos and whatnot but hey....theyre good regardless (put god at first, didnt know whether to leave it or not....would be true either way heh)
*claps*
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Rotae
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Post by Rotae on Feb 8, 2005 23:44:45 GMT
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