Okay, this is my first Edward Scissorhands fanfic. I jope you enjoy it. This is my version of telling the story.
Chapter One - Where Does The Snow Come From?
It was snowing. The old woman peeped her head out of her granddaughter's bedroom window as the snowflakes came raining down onto her in the cold night's air. The woman felt happy, yet had a tinge of sadness in her bones when it started snowing. It always made her think back years ago to a time that made a huge differance in her life. Her house sat in the perfect little town of Suburbia. Well, it wasm't exactly perfect anymore. It used to be yars ago, but after many huge events shook the town when the old woman was only about 17 years old, the entire neighborhood had changed rapidly. For one thing, it had never snowed before, but now it did. It had for years and it made the town of Suburbia an entirely different place during the winter time. It turned into a winter wonderland, something that it hadn't been before.
Sighing, the old woman shut the window, causing snow to fall from the roof above. It made a magical effect outside the window, showering down in front of the image of the castle that sat on the top of the tall hill not too far away. The old woman smiled as she began limping over to her granddaughter. A fire was burning in the fireplace to keep them warm from the cold outside. " Snuggle up, sweetie," the old woman said in a weak voice. " It's cold out there. You don't want to freeze. I'd say it's probably the coldest night of the year. That's why it's snowing so much tonight." The granddaughter puled the covers up over her head as she yawned. It was getting very late and shewas sleepy. However, the girl did not want to admit that she was sleepy. She always loved to hear bedtime stories from her grandmother who had so many different unique stories she told. After the old woman had mentioned the snow, the girl suddenly became curious about what snow actually was and where it came from.
" Grandmaw," the little girl said as the old woman walked near her. " What is snow? Where does it come from?" The old woman chuckled in a sad sort of way. This was bringing back so many memories of him. " Oh, that's such a long story, sweetheart," she said to her granddaughter. " You probably wouldn't understand, anyway." The little girl shook her head. She was so tiny compared to the huge bed that she was laying in and it made her grandmother feel quite amused as the girl said, " Tell it to me, please! I want to know where the snow comes from!" The old woman sighed as she shook her head, walking towards the door. " Oh, honey, not tonight. I' tired and I bet you are, too. Go to sleep, sweetheart." The granddaughter shook her head a second time. She was too curious to go to sleep. " But I'm not sleepy, grandmaw. Please tell me the story. Please!" The old woman turned and finally smiled, agreeing to tell the story. " Well, alright," she said as she sat in her rocking chair. The fire in the fireplace was as warm as ever, making the old woman feel comforted and relaxed as she started her bedtime story.
" Well, let' see," she said. " Where doe the snow come from? Well, it would have to start with - scissors." The little girl looked confused. " Scissors?" " Yes. You know, there are all kinds of scissors and one time there was even a man who was born that had scissors for hands." " A man?" the girl asked. The old woman nodded. " Yes." " Hands, scissors?" " No, scissorhands." The grandmother glanced behind herself at the window. The castle at the top of the tall hill seemed to stand out more than ever now. She nodded toward it. " You know the castle at the top of the hill?" she asked her granddaughter. The little girl nodded and when she spoke, she sounded somewhat frightened. " It's haunted." The grandmother chuckled. " Well, once an inventor lived up in that castle. I suppose he invented many things. Something about a special can opening device, an egg cracker, a cookie maker. All kinds of stuff. Well, he even invented a man once. He gave him insides like a heart, a brain, everything." The old woman gulped as she caught her breath. Finally, she continued with her story. " Well, almost everything. You see, the inventor was very old and he died before he could finish the man he inventd. So, he was lft all alone in that castle with scissors for hands." The little girl's eyes widened in interest " Cool!" she said. " Did he have a name?" Her grandmother nodded. " Of course he had a name. His name was Edward."