Okay, as you've read in the title, this is a tester- I'm new here, I want to see how the uploading process works.
You may read it, you may recognize this as the dream Bella Swan has at the very beginning of New Moon, and you may like it or hate it enough to post a comment-in which case, please do. However, don't ask me to follow through with finishing New Moon- I still have to finish my re-write of Twilight. I promise you, it's much better than what you're about to see.
Enjoy. ^_^
Party
Peaceful and bright, from where I was standing, the bright sun shone down, clearly and blindingly casting light on what appeared to be a dream. The strangely bright sun was one reason why I was so sure this was not real- in my waking life, the sun never shone this brightly on my current home in Forks.
As I stood there, transfixed in the shining beam, I saw an old lady walk towards me. As she came towards me, I slowly began to recognize her as my dead grandmother. Our mouths- hers a wrinkled pucker-simultaneously broke out into surprised, tentative smiles, as we were more startled than happy to see each other.
The image of my Gran in my dream resembled the preserved memory I had of her since. She, in fact, resembled a dried apricot- one could mentally trace the numerous, pattern-like creases along the soft, delicate, withered skin that gently encased the flesh and bone beneath. Her hair matched the bright light- it was white, almost shiny, and thick, like a white, billowy, soft cloud.
My transfixion was quickly replaced with an overwhelming rush of questions; Why was she here in my dream? Where was she, and what has she been doing wherever she was? Was Pop there? Is he with you? Are YOU okay, Gran?
Almost as if she had something to say too, her smiling, wrinkled mouth opened. In an awkward moment, with awkward gestures, I signaled that she can speak first, much like she did to me. As soon as the moment has passed, we laughed together in its wake, reunited and peaceful, with all the time in the world...
"...Bella?"
We turned for an instant to address the newcomer to the reunion. The voice, velvety and deep, was a voice that resonated something, something deep in my heart. It was the voice you would do anything for. It was the voice I'd do anything for. I would run until my lungs burst through in beating sun, in cascading, unending rain, in burning, searing fire. I would recognize it in sleep, even in death.
"Edward?"
Not finishing this (yet). But please, do comment, give me good criticism, good insight, comments, etc.