Back to Rated M for language. Exactly 500 words.
There's an inspirational picture as well as an educational video about twitterpation on my blog at kassiahfic(dot)blogspot(dot)com.
Penname: Kassiah
Original or Derivative (fanfiction): DERIVATIVE
Rating: M
Genre: AH - Family/Romance
Warning(s)/Note(s): Unedited.
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Binding Blurb: Write a blurb, or a short entry, no more than 500 words on the following topic: Fall
The word "fall" means a lot of things to a lot of people.
A physical action: to fall down. Rendering you incapable of controlling what goes on around you.
An emotional response: "I'm falling in love with you, Edward."
A phase of your life. Spring—you are young, stupid, unable to stand without your mother. Summer—robust, full of life. Fall—still got it, but slowing down. Winter—the end. I've blown through the Spring and Summer of my life and think is this it? Now it's just the Fall? The Twilight of my life? Maybe I thought that. Before I met Bella.
A season, a time of year. Depending on your viewpoint, it can mark the beginning of the end, the end of the beginning, or in my case, the beginning of the beginning.
Here's what I mean. Autumn is a season that ushers in dying leaves that fall from branches. It's also the season that bursts with deep, rich, vibrant shades of orange, ochre, red, gold, purple. Some people see that as the beginning of the end. Fall is ushering in the winter. Stuff is pretty, then it dies. Then the leaves fall from the trees. You have to trudge out and rake them up. Burn them. Then your grass can grow back, after the cold hard winter.
It's the end of the beginning because it was a beautiful spring. A wonderful summer. You wanted to run with her through fields of daisies. The birds were singing, then they left. The dog days of summer wore you down. The same spring-time twitterpation that you felt at the beginning—it's gone. Winter's hard. Were you a grasshopper or an ant? Did you do what you needed to do to last the winter?
That was my problem with Jane. She was beautiful and I wanted everyone to see how perfect we could be. I didn't try hard enough and she sure as fuck didn't try—at all. Then the Winter came. We didn't make it to the Spring.
Everything with Bella's different. It's literally the beginning of the beginning. She's beautiful. Like fall in the deep South, sometimes the leaves change, some die. But some are always green. There's always life. The winter isn't so cold—it isn't so hard. When it is, they work through it. They remember the spring. Bella is vibrant color and beauty everywhere. She's preparation and communication and what will make this work when the winter comes so it'll be mild and not hard. She's soft. Bella is so, so soft.
Bella is like all of the meanings of "fall". Physically, she falls down—the girl's clumsy. She literally sweeps me off my feet every second of everyday. I'm completely and totally out of control when I'm with her. There's no controlling it, just like the changing of the seasons. I'm in love with her. I love taking in the beautiful sights with her and being part of us.
Bring it on. All of it.
