Post by SomethingAboutTheStars on Dec 29, 2011 15:18:23 GMT -5
I think I'm doing this right. Let's hope so. Alright. So this is my first fanfiction for Greyson. Thank you to walktherainbows. And I can assure this is not like her story, Hanging By A Thread, which you should probably go read. I've asked her if it was okay to post this, considering we both wrote stories with codes and such. Like I said, it's different and I've asked her permission. She's said yes. And so I'm posting. Warning, the first two chapters (well, prologue and chapter 1) aren't really that interesting. And I think I should stop talking now. You didn't click on this to listen to me blab. I'd also appreciate comments! Thank you! (: Next chapter is up:
Chapter 1: www.thegreysonchanceforum.com/index.cgi?board=fiction&action=display&thread=793
Chapter 2: thegreysonchanceforum.com/index.cgi?board=fiction&action=display&thread=796
Chapter 3: thegreysonchanceforum.com/index.cgi?board=fiction&action=display&thread=798
Chapter 4: thegreysonchanceforum.com/index.cgi?board=fiction&action=display&thread=807
Chapter 5: thegreysonchanceforum.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=fiction&thread=809&page=1
Chapter 6: thegreysonchanceforum.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=fiction&thread=811
I started with Once Upon a Time. Finished with, the end. I never looked into a happily ever after. At least, until, I met Greyson.
Fairytales became real. Magic was real.
Magic was the notes that he played on the piano, the voice that sang out lyrics written for me. Magic was the feeling that I had when he touched his lips to mine, the feeling I have when he says the words.
No. Not I love you. He says that often, but it’s not as enchanting.
The words happily ever after. I know when he whispers them into my ear that he was the chance I was waiting for. I was waiting for tragedy to turn to fairytale. The kind with happy endings.
It’s been two years. Two years ago, my book was popular. Two years since I had everything. But everything is fleeting. Ephemeral. It only lasted for two years. My fame. My manager passed away. My book lost its momentum. I was stuck inside a writer’s nightmare. I couldn’t write anymore.
The worst part was that I had climbed up a ladder so far, only to fall back at the bottom. I was back where I started. When I had my taste of fame, I wasn’t smart. Whenever I needed to, I simply pulled money from an unknown account run by my manager. It’s not that he stole from me, he was a good man. But he held everything that was my key to the fame lifestyle. And he passed away.
I was left with practically nothing.
Before he died, he left me a box. The last words, last present, last anything I ever would receive from him. Inside the box were two necklaces, a charm bracelet, and a note. The necklaces were extremely similar, both heavy metal bullets with a small symbol wrapped around it. The only difference was the symbols. One was a peace sign; the other was half a heart. I wore both of them all the time, no matter what. The charm bracelet was a thin silver chain with one charm. It was a quill, a feather. I wore that everyday too, along with a black and white bracelet that says Love is the Movement.
I have to remember to tell myself that if I can love enough, I can get over everything. I can move on.
Chapter 1: www.thegreysonchanceforum.com/index.cgi?board=fiction&action=display&thread=793
Chapter 2: thegreysonchanceforum.com/index.cgi?board=fiction&action=display&thread=796
Chapter 3: thegreysonchanceforum.com/index.cgi?board=fiction&action=display&thread=798
Chapter 4: thegreysonchanceforum.com/index.cgi?board=fiction&action=display&thread=807
Chapter 5: thegreysonchanceforum.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=fiction&thread=809&page=1
Chapter 6: thegreysonchanceforum.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=fiction&thread=811
Prologue
I started with Once Upon a Time. Finished with, the end. I never looked into a happily ever after. At least, until, I met Greyson.
Fairytales became real. Magic was real.
Magic was the notes that he played on the piano, the voice that sang out lyrics written for me. Magic was the feeling that I had when he touched his lips to mine, the feeling I have when he says the words.
No. Not I love you. He says that often, but it’s not as enchanting.
The words happily ever after. I know when he whispers them into my ear that he was the chance I was waiting for. I was waiting for tragedy to turn to fairytale. The kind with happy endings.
It’s been two years. Two years ago, my book was popular. Two years since I had everything. But everything is fleeting. Ephemeral. It only lasted for two years. My fame. My manager passed away. My book lost its momentum. I was stuck inside a writer’s nightmare. I couldn’t write anymore.
The worst part was that I had climbed up a ladder so far, only to fall back at the bottom. I was back where I started. When I had my taste of fame, I wasn’t smart. Whenever I needed to, I simply pulled money from an unknown account run by my manager. It’s not that he stole from me, he was a good man. But he held everything that was my key to the fame lifestyle. And he passed away.
I was left with practically nothing.
Before he died, he left me a box. The last words, last present, last anything I ever would receive from him. Inside the box were two necklaces, a charm bracelet, and a note. The necklaces were extremely similar, both heavy metal bullets with a small symbol wrapped around it. The only difference was the symbols. One was a peace sign; the other was half a heart. I wore both of them all the time, no matter what. The charm bracelet was a thin silver chain with one charm. It was a quill, a feather. I wore that everyday too, along with a black and white bracelet that says Love is the Movement.
I have to remember to tell myself that if I can love enough, I can get over everything. I can move on.