This starts at the beginning of the First World War. I've searched on all
the dates. But I'm not sure about of the actions. If someone finds
something very wrong on what I say about History, tell me. I'm studying at
the moment the 1 World War in class, I've been looking up on New-York's
history too, and Harvard for this chapter.
If you think that there is something awful wrong, please, correct me, on
anything you think wrong and give me proof with your corrections.
I think I took three to four hours to write this chapter. So please, for
the sake of all my work, please REVIEW, REVIEW, I just want a mark telling
me that you have read this. It would so NICE OF YOU.
Enjoy!
New York 1914:
Cars went pass in front of the New York Time's building. A boy was standing at the entrance, trying to sell some news papers, proclaiming a new War in Europe.
A woman, in a warm coat came out in a rush, her face flushed. She had a porcelain doll face and bright blue eyes. She threw a paper to the ground with a bad temper and hurried off.
A car was waiting for her, so she climbed in and asked the driver to take her to the Gregory House.
The man nodded and drove off.
In the back, she took out a small mirror out of her handbag and some red lipstick, she put it on perfectly, like if she had practised for hours. She then looked at her hair and inspected her elaborate bun.
Satisfied she put back her mirror and took out a booklet. With a pencil she crossed the address of the head deputy of the New York Times and inscribed a "?" at the following line.
She then contented her self of looking outside.
Suddenly she asked the driver to stop immediately. She jumped out and ran as fast as she could along the pavement, avoiding colliding with anyone. With an outstretched hand, she grabbed the shoulder of someone with a brown coat that turned around from the touch.
She held her breath. It was a seventeen old boy with brown curly hair down to his neck.
"Jesse?" she asked, hope in her voice.
"Sorry Ma'am" the boy said with a southern accent. "Ya must be wrong", he told her.
The lady felt sadness clench her heart; the boy had green eyes.
"I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else", she said defensively.
She gave him two coins and the boy left with a thank you.
The woman didn't move for a minute, then remembering her driver, she walked away.
Getting back in the car, a tear slipped down her cheek. She quickly dried it and put some powder on her face.
"Evry'thing all right, Mrs Gregory?" the driver asked with a cheering voice. "It just looked like you'd seen a ghost."
"No, Thomas," she told him. "Everything is fine."
Her last words didn't seem truthful. ***
Winnie Gregory, Foster from her young-girls name, put her delicate foot out of the car with grace, and let the driver hold her hand to take her out.
She thanked him and walked to the Great oak door where a valet held the door open. He bowed at her presence
Mr Gregory was in the library looking up a book. He had greying hair and brown eyes. He had a kind face marked with wrinkles around the mouth from too many smiles and laughs and a neat moustache.
He face lit up seeing his wife enter the room.
"Hello Dear" he told her smiling, putting back the book where it belonged.
Winnie came to sit next to him on the couch. She left herself fall against her husband with a sigh.
"What did the New York Times say?" he asked her putting his arm around her shoulders.
"They refused" she told him sternly.
He stroked her hair.
She then locked her gaze with his. She saw some regret and great happiness in his blue eyes. He put a hand to her cheek and stroked it..
"You have time, they'll except you soon enough, you'll see" he told her sincerely.
She smiled too. Henry had been a loving person. It just saddened her that he would die one day when she would continue to live on. Ah yes, the spring water when she was eighteen. All the make-up was to hide her youth.
She approached her husband and gave him a tender kiss.
"What was that for?" he asked grinning.
"For being with me" she told him simply.
He had finally discovered her immortality, but she hadn't explained how it worked, to preserve him from the desolation of Never Ending Time.
Every second she felt a heavy weight over her shoulders, trying to force her to age. But her shoulders were strong, and time couldn't do much to put her back in the circle of life.
Winnie still wondered why she had really chosen to drink the Water. For Jesse Tuck, or to be able to change the misery of the world. Or for both. But she hadn't found Jesse, and he hadn't found her. Therefore, she had decided to give some of her love to someone that needed it that could not wait for it.
Henry Gregory had met her at an auction, that had turned out as a debate for the creation of a National Protected Park in the surroundings of TreeGap. Winnie had been disparate back then to protect the Spring. Her family had died and given their property to the town. Henry, 39 years old back then, from a very rich family, saw her desolation and had bought the old Foster property and gave it to her (back then she was under the name Holy Torfe). Winnie had been flattered and became quick friends with him. The years followed and Henry became suspicious of Winnie's unchanging beauty. It ended with her telling him about her immortality and him asking her to become his wife. She had expected.
"Have you heard about the news?" he asked her, his expression becoming more serious.
"Germany is planning on attacking France."
He gave her the newspaper.
The first page had for title: "War preparing in Europe".
Her throat seemed suddenly swollen as she read on. The German troops were advancing towards the West.
"I'll be needing to go,» she concluded.
"Maybe" Henry told her. "But not too soon, Matthew is returning from Harvard tonight."
Matthews was Henry's son from his first wife who had died at his birth.
"He still participates in Harvard University Press..." Winnie said. "He should know more than this rif raf!" The Harvard University Press was a new newspaper published at the University on general interests, erudition, Medical and Scientific studies.
"Yes. He's doing very good at it," he told her. "You might ask him some advice on journalism," he proposed.
"That's an excellent idea," Winnie exclaimed.
She snuggled next to Henry, putting her arms around his waist.
"Winnie," Henry spoke her name. "How is it you are immortal?" he asked.
Winne didn't move for a moment. She then looked up in Henry's eyes.
"It's a long story," she told him.
He stood up.
"It could be an exceptional discovery for science," he started, his voice getting louder. "Imagine all the people you could save!" he exclaimed.
Winnie frowned.
"I've already told you," she said. "It isn't a blessing," she explained. "We told me first that living for ever was like being a rock on the side of the road, never moving."
It was something like that, that Pa Tuck had told her.
"We?" he questioned.
The "We", meant there was others.
"Who are 'We', Winnie?" he asked, his voice trembling.
She turned her head to not be able to see his questioning gaze. She hatted lying to him.
She decided to change the subject: "Is everything ready for tonight?"
Henry let go and answered with a nod of the head.
A "Soirée" was organised in Matthews's honour. Many important and famous guests would be present and Winnie didn't think it would be a good idea to attend. She had never really liked those kind of dinners when she had been with her parents. And being in the presence of so many people could be a danger for her secret.
"Please come, they'll be a some merry music. I've invited some musicians to play. They'll be playing "popular" music, which you like," he tried to persuade Winnie.
She had, since she had been with the Tucks, a tendency to prefer the kind of music they used to play. With a joyful melody and dancing rhythms. It was sufficient to make her come. Matthews would like her to be there too.
"I'll come," she finally decided with a smile.
***
Here is the first chapter. I hope you like it. I warn you, I haven't read the book, neither seen the film. All this is based on what fan fiction I've read.
I've also read that this is a children's book, used in the 6th grade at school. But I find it much more profound. Would we choose Immortally seeing our friends die but seeing the world progress with each of it's steps, or a mortal life which can end bad devises as good people?
I'm not sure that Winnie would have chosen immortal life. But she left her home in the beginning to try to do something important. She saved Ma Tuck. She could have liked the idea of saving people and then decided to be of more use in her world by her ability of living on and on. And, didn't she promise to keep the Spring safe? I've heard that the film ends with her death, as the book with Winnie giving some of the water to a frog? I'm not sure. Anyway, I hope you appreciated what I've wrote. There will be more I promise. I find interesting to write when there is all ready the rules to follow (History with a big H), trying to put a story to fit in something that has already existed in reality.
Anyway, I ask you **politely** to REVIEW!!!!! It is very important that you do so. I've just discovered that many of my ancestors where writers, and some very famous. And if it is possible I'd like to follow the same direction. And I think starting young is the best beginning possible.
WARNING: If you don't care about my late update, french school and Balzac, jump the following paragraph. But look up the second one, it (might) interest you, it's on X-men.
Ok, I haven't written anything for ages, I confess!!! Sorry. I've been working so hard on my History to get 12!!!! Arrgrhhh!!!! I can't believe it!!!! All the time that I could have been used to write was used to revise!!!! And it isn't getting any better, all my teachers have decided to be mean at the same time and to put controls everyday, Maths is Wednesday, History Friday, Science physiques is Thursday with SVT(biology). Monday will be Greek with Spanish (yes, I do Greek, what model student I am! I chose it to get out of Latin, mostly. What I like mostly in it is writing differently. I'm planning of doing Chinese next year!!!), Oh, and Tuesday will be used for french, with a book of Balzc (warning: Balzac is a 18, 19 century writer, dangerous as sedative, you'll find yourself asleep after a couple of pages, or get bored dead.... Does the expression exist?)
Anyway, I've just seen the X-men the movie (number one, aren't I late?) Well, I have this whole great story fixed up in my head. It's so big that it's going to explode!!! Problem, I have already started quite a lot of stories that I haven't finished yet. I don't think it appropriate to write it, (it would slow down this story, and this story, the Tuck everlasting has already slowed down my Harry Potter story, that slowed down my original imagination fiction, fantastic, science-fic, myth one. You see what I mean?) Well, I propose one of you to write it and share out our ideas? How does that sound? I must now think about putting up my e-mail address and how. I should have figured that out at the end of this chapter.
New York 1914:
Cars went pass in front of the New York Time's building. A boy was standing at the entrance, trying to sell some news papers, proclaiming a new War in Europe.
A woman, in a warm coat came out in a rush, her face flushed. She had a porcelain doll face and bright blue eyes. She threw a paper to the ground with a bad temper and hurried off.
A car was waiting for her, so she climbed in and asked the driver to take her to the Gregory House.
The man nodded and drove off.
In the back, she took out a small mirror out of her handbag and some red lipstick, she put it on perfectly, like if she had practised for hours. She then looked at her hair and inspected her elaborate bun.
Satisfied she put back her mirror and took out a booklet. With a pencil she crossed the address of the head deputy of the New York Times and inscribed a "?" at the following line.
She then contented her self of looking outside.
Suddenly she asked the driver to stop immediately. She jumped out and ran as fast as she could along the pavement, avoiding colliding with anyone. With an outstretched hand, she grabbed the shoulder of someone with a brown coat that turned around from the touch.
She held her breath. It was a seventeen old boy with brown curly hair down to his neck.
"Jesse?" she asked, hope in her voice.
"Sorry Ma'am" the boy said with a southern accent. "Ya must be wrong", he told her.
The lady felt sadness clench her heart; the boy had green eyes.
"I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else", she said defensively.
She gave him two coins and the boy left with a thank you.
The woman didn't move for a minute, then remembering her driver, she walked away.
Getting back in the car, a tear slipped down her cheek. She quickly dried it and put some powder on her face.
"Evry'thing all right, Mrs Gregory?" the driver asked with a cheering voice. "It just looked like you'd seen a ghost."
"No, Thomas," she told him. "Everything is fine."
Her last words didn't seem truthful. ***
Winnie Gregory, Foster from her young-girls name, put her delicate foot out of the car with grace, and let the driver hold her hand to take her out.
She thanked him and walked to the Great oak door where a valet held the door open. He bowed at her presence
Mr Gregory was in the library looking up a book. He had greying hair and brown eyes. He had a kind face marked with wrinkles around the mouth from too many smiles and laughs and a neat moustache.
He face lit up seeing his wife enter the room.
"Hello Dear" he told her smiling, putting back the book where it belonged.
Winnie came to sit next to him on the couch. She left herself fall against her husband with a sigh.
"What did the New York Times say?" he asked her putting his arm around her shoulders.
"They refused" she told him sternly.
He stroked her hair.
She then locked her gaze with his. She saw some regret and great happiness in his blue eyes. He put a hand to her cheek and stroked it..
"You have time, they'll except you soon enough, you'll see" he told her sincerely.
She smiled too. Henry had been a loving person. It just saddened her that he would die one day when she would continue to live on. Ah yes, the spring water when she was eighteen. All the make-up was to hide her youth.
She approached her husband and gave him a tender kiss.
"What was that for?" he asked grinning.
"For being with me" she told him simply.
He had finally discovered her immortality, but she hadn't explained how it worked, to preserve him from the desolation of Never Ending Time.
Every second she felt a heavy weight over her shoulders, trying to force her to age. But her shoulders were strong, and time couldn't do much to put her back in the circle of life.
Winnie still wondered why she had really chosen to drink the Water. For Jesse Tuck, or to be able to change the misery of the world. Or for both. But she hadn't found Jesse, and he hadn't found her. Therefore, she had decided to give some of her love to someone that needed it that could not wait for it.
Henry Gregory had met her at an auction, that had turned out as a debate for the creation of a National Protected Park in the surroundings of TreeGap. Winnie had been disparate back then to protect the Spring. Her family had died and given their property to the town. Henry, 39 years old back then, from a very rich family, saw her desolation and had bought the old Foster property and gave it to her (back then she was under the name Holy Torfe). Winnie had been flattered and became quick friends with him. The years followed and Henry became suspicious of Winnie's unchanging beauty. It ended with her telling him about her immortality and him asking her to become his wife. She had expected.
"Have you heard about the news?" he asked her, his expression becoming more serious.
"Germany is planning on attacking France."
He gave her the newspaper.
The first page had for title: "War preparing in Europe".
Her throat seemed suddenly swollen as she read on. The German troops were advancing towards the West.
"I'll be needing to go,» she concluded.
"Maybe" Henry told her. "But not too soon, Matthew is returning from Harvard tonight."
Matthews was Henry's son from his first wife who had died at his birth.
"He still participates in Harvard University Press..." Winnie said. "He should know more than this rif raf!" The Harvard University Press was a new newspaper published at the University on general interests, erudition, Medical and Scientific studies.
"Yes. He's doing very good at it," he told her. "You might ask him some advice on journalism," he proposed.
"That's an excellent idea," Winnie exclaimed.
She snuggled next to Henry, putting her arms around his waist.
"Winnie," Henry spoke her name. "How is it you are immortal?" he asked.
Winne didn't move for a moment. She then looked up in Henry's eyes.
"It's a long story," she told him.
He stood up.
"It could be an exceptional discovery for science," he started, his voice getting louder. "Imagine all the people you could save!" he exclaimed.
Winnie frowned.
"I've already told you," she said. "It isn't a blessing," she explained. "We told me first that living for ever was like being a rock on the side of the road, never moving."
It was something like that, that Pa Tuck had told her.
"We?" he questioned.
The "We", meant there was others.
"Who are 'We', Winnie?" he asked, his voice trembling.
She turned her head to not be able to see his questioning gaze. She hatted lying to him.
She decided to change the subject: "Is everything ready for tonight?"
Henry let go and answered with a nod of the head.
A "Soirée" was organised in Matthews's honour. Many important and famous guests would be present and Winnie didn't think it would be a good idea to attend. She had never really liked those kind of dinners when she had been with her parents. And being in the presence of so many people could be a danger for her secret.
"Please come, they'll be a some merry music. I've invited some musicians to play. They'll be playing "popular" music, which you like," he tried to persuade Winnie.
She had, since she had been with the Tucks, a tendency to prefer the kind of music they used to play. With a joyful melody and dancing rhythms. It was sufficient to make her come. Matthews would like her to be there too.
"I'll come," she finally decided with a smile.
***
Here is the first chapter. I hope you like it. I warn you, I haven't read the book, neither seen the film. All this is based on what fan fiction I've read.
I've also read that this is a children's book, used in the 6th grade at school. But I find it much more profound. Would we choose Immortally seeing our friends die but seeing the world progress with each of it's steps, or a mortal life which can end bad devises as good people?
I'm not sure that Winnie would have chosen immortal life. But she left her home in the beginning to try to do something important. She saved Ma Tuck. She could have liked the idea of saving people and then decided to be of more use in her world by her ability of living on and on. And, didn't she promise to keep the Spring safe? I've heard that the film ends with her death, as the book with Winnie giving some of the water to a frog? I'm not sure. Anyway, I hope you appreciated what I've wrote. There will be more I promise. I find interesting to write when there is all ready the rules to follow (History with a big H), trying to put a story to fit in something that has already existed in reality.
Anyway, I ask you **politely** to REVIEW!!!!! It is very important that you do so. I've just discovered that many of my ancestors where writers, and some very famous. And if it is possible I'd like to follow the same direction. And I think starting young is the best beginning possible.
WARNING: If you don't care about my late update, french school and Balzac, jump the following paragraph. But look up the second one, it (might) interest you, it's on X-men.
Ok, I haven't written anything for ages, I confess!!! Sorry. I've been working so hard on my History to get 12!!!! Arrgrhhh!!!! I can't believe it!!!! All the time that I could have been used to write was used to revise!!!! And it isn't getting any better, all my teachers have decided to be mean at the same time and to put controls everyday, Maths is Wednesday, History Friday, Science physiques is Thursday with SVT(biology). Monday will be Greek with Spanish (yes, I do Greek, what model student I am! I chose it to get out of Latin, mostly. What I like mostly in it is writing differently. I'm planning of doing Chinese next year!!!), Oh, and Tuesday will be used for french, with a book of Balzc (warning: Balzac is a 18, 19 century writer, dangerous as sedative, you'll find yourself asleep after a couple of pages, or get bored dead.... Does the expression exist?)
Anyway, I've just seen the X-men the movie (number one, aren't I late?) Well, I have this whole great story fixed up in my head. It's so big that it's going to explode!!! Problem, I have already started quite a lot of stories that I haven't finished yet. I don't think it appropriate to write it, (it would slow down this story, and this story, the Tuck everlasting has already slowed down my Harry Potter story, that slowed down my original imagination fiction, fantastic, science-fic, myth one. You see what I mean?) Well, I propose one of you to write it and share out our ideas? How does that sound? I must now think about putting up my e-mail address and how. I should have figured that out at the end of this chapter.