A Fanfiction Writer's Warning
A/N: This is an improved version of 'Ghostwriters', which I showed to my friends. I couldn't continue as it was turning itself into this story. and my apologies, Lybra. Your part isn't very major. and Eddie, dun look so horrified after u read finish this chapter alright?
Disclaimer: HAH! I belong to myself and only to myself. Lybra, Razz, Elena and Fenny all belong to themselves. I wouldn't want to have them either. Clutter up my room. And Eddie is entirely herself. Who cares if Dickens' story is similar to mine? It's my fic. Btw, this a pathetic attempt to write a disclaimer so fanfiction.net can't grumble at me. * a ghostly hand reaches out and tries to stop I.S.C. from typing some more. It succeeds, by pulling her into the spiritual realms. *
* Some time later. *
N/B: I'm back. I dun like the ghost world. I like my comfy bed more.
The Story Proper
It was a dark and stormy night. There was a storm raging outside, where the lightning serpents fought and bit each other. The thunder giants were crying once more and so, in the mortal realm, it was raining heavily.
All these reasons were suppose to persuade the obstinate writer, Edana Crevans to go to sleep. Stubbornly, she refuse to heed the Powers That Be, resolutely staying firmly at her seat.
She was typing the latest chapter of her romance fic, 'You, carrot top'. " Cindy fluttered her eyes at Sakuragi." she thought aloud, greedily typing in mushy phrases, romantic notions and sentimental sentences,
Finally she finished the chapter. She read through it twice, to proofread it and to savour the sickening romance in it. She smiled smugly and prepared to post it.
Just then, if one noticed the time, it was 11.58pm. Two more minutes and it would be midnight, commonly known as the Witching Hour. The air stilled, growing colder as an ecktoplasmic manifestation prepared to appear. The heraldic air blew, feeling rather bored.
Our raven-haired, bespectacled friend ignored all these as she concentrated on the arduous task of posting a chapter. She sweatdropped. (I think that's how it's used.)
As Eddie clicked on the button 'Save Changes', the small, pink alarm clock beeped twelve times to signal the arrival of midnight. It beeped, " Eddie, go to bed." It beeped a censored beep and went back to sleep.
In front of the door plastered with Rukawa posters, a cloud of mist solidified. First, the cranial appendage appeared, then the limbs and finally the body formatted, completed with a white coloured blouse (with the two red Chinese characters at the top right-hand corner) and a white pleated skirt.
This soothing or sickening (depending on how you look at it) sight (Eddie's school uniform) was marred by horrific pink hearts pasted on the ghost with rotten rose bracelets and flames licking at her hands.
The ghost waited.
However, due to the diminutive size of the tormented spirit, Eddie completely ignored it.
That is of course, until the ghost spoke. " Oh no!" she wailed. " I'm suppose to knock on the door chillingly before making a dramatic entrance!" She knocked on the door, too lightly to be heard and advanced towards Eddie. Eddie shrank back and looked amazed.
Another ghost appeared, this time in ordinary Nanyang uniform.
The new arrival spoke, " Razz, I'm sad to say that you have only 1 hour to turn Eddie from the cursed path of the Romance Fanfiction writers! So you can't chat for too long."
Razz, or rather the deceased Razz pouted. " Lybra, stop ordering me around! I won't chat over time."
Throughout the entire ghostly conversation, Eddie had frozen with shock and turned ghastly white.
" I thought I saw you in school today?" she blurted out, looking rather dazed.
" Alas, the world is filled with dangers and The Powers That Be decided our lives were to end today. We're ghost officials now! Naturally, the High International Cursed Curator Undead Panel (Hiccup.) has judged us worthy of important posts. And as to the matter of our deaths, I died of cerebral haemorrhage because of thinking too much. Lybra died of hypoglycermic shock from not eating during recess. Fenny laughed too much and died of a stomach rupture. Si En had a stroke while teaching Elena Chemistry. It turned out to be fatal. Elena died as well, not of a guilty conscious but because of pure blurrness. She was eating and doodling at the same time. She accidentally swallowed a pencil instead of the soggy vegetables, had lead poisoning and died. We're all dead. Now, we're employed by the ghostly fanfiction.net panel now."
Eddie blinked, feeling rather overwhelmed by the onslaught of morbid news. She asked, blinking stupidly, " What's your job?"
Lybra answered, " We're both Romance-deterrence officers, class B. why do you think she's dressed in such a disgusting costume?"
Eddie nodded in understanding, not trusting her voice to response suitably.
Razz attempted to boom and sound forbidding. " 'Ware, friend Eddie! Turn from the dread path of Romance, before it's too late! I myself died before I repented of writing rubbishy romance fics. Now, look at my state! Doomed to be a wandering ghost, condemned to warn astray fanfiction writers of the folly of writing romance."
Throughout the supposedly spine-chilling and dramatic speech, Lybra was nodding in agreement, her mouth twisted sardonically.
She recited along with Razz the last two lines, sounding rather bored, " Turn! Turn before it's too late!"
Both of them slowly faded away, waving mournfully. (They thought they were waving mournfully. Whether they were is another matter altogether.)
Eddie hastily asked, " Why are both of you in school uniform?"
Lybra replied, " Because we died in it. except for Elena. You may expect three more ghostly apparitions, our mutual acquaintances to visit you. The first will appear at one o'clock. Farewell. ."
Eddie blinked, staring at her favourite poster of sweaty basketball players.
" I didn't know they died. hmmm." She mulled over the ghostly visit while munching on bananas. She climbed onto her bed, patted the fishes printed on the bed sheets and closed her eyes. She soon fell into a deep sleep, lulled by the soothing rhythm of munching bananas.
A/N: This is an improved version of 'Ghostwriters', which I showed to my friends. I couldn't continue as it was turning itself into this story. and my apologies, Lybra. Your part isn't very major. and Eddie, dun look so horrified after u read finish this chapter alright?
Disclaimer: HAH! I belong to myself and only to myself. Lybra, Razz, Elena and Fenny all belong to themselves. I wouldn't want to have them either. Clutter up my room. And Eddie is entirely herself. Who cares if Dickens' story is similar to mine? It's my fic. Btw, this a pathetic attempt to write a disclaimer so fanfiction.net can't grumble at me. * a ghostly hand reaches out and tries to stop I.S.C. from typing some more. It succeeds, by pulling her into the spiritual realms. *
* Some time later. *
N/B: I'm back. I dun like the ghost world. I like my comfy bed more.
The Story Proper
It was a dark and stormy night. There was a storm raging outside, where the lightning serpents fought and bit each other. The thunder giants were crying once more and so, in the mortal realm, it was raining heavily.
All these reasons were suppose to persuade the obstinate writer, Edana Crevans to go to sleep. Stubbornly, she refuse to heed the Powers That Be, resolutely staying firmly at her seat.
She was typing the latest chapter of her romance fic, 'You, carrot top'. " Cindy fluttered her eyes at Sakuragi." she thought aloud, greedily typing in mushy phrases, romantic notions and sentimental sentences,
Finally she finished the chapter. She read through it twice, to proofread it and to savour the sickening romance in it. She smiled smugly and prepared to post it.
Just then, if one noticed the time, it was 11.58pm. Two more minutes and it would be midnight, commonly known as the Witching Hour. The air stilled, growing colder as an ecktoplasmic manifestation prepared to appear. The heraldic air blew, feeling rather bored.
Our raven-haired, bespectacled friend ignored all these as she concentrated on the arduous task of posting a chapter. She sweatdropped. (I think that's how it's used.)
As Eddie clicked on the button 'Save Changes', the small, pink alarm clock beeped twelve times to signal the arrival of midnight. It beeped, " Eddie, go to bed." It beeped a censored beep and went back to sleep.
In front of the door plastered with Rukawa posters, a cloud of mist solidified. First, the cranial appendage appeared, then the limbs and finally the body formatted, completed with a white coloured blouse (with the two red Chinese characters at the top right-hand corner) and a white pleated skirt.
This soothing or sickening (depending on how you look at it) sight (Eddie's school uniform) was marred by horrific pink hearts pasted on the ghost with rotten rose bracelets and flames licking at her hands.
The ghost waited.
However, due to the diminutive size of the tormented spirit, Eddie completely ignored it.
That is of course, until the ghost spoke. " Oh no!" she wailed. " I'm suppose to knock on the door chillingly before making a dramatic entrance!" She knocked on the door, too lightly to be heard and advanced towards Eddie. Eddie shrank back and looked amazed.
Another ghost appeared, this time in ordinary Nanyang uniform.
The new arrival spoke, " Razz, I'm sad to say that you have only 1 hour to turn Eddie from the cursed path of the Romance Fanfiction writers! So you can't chat for too long."
Razz, or rather the deceased Razz pouted. " Lybra, stop ordering me around! I won't chat over time."
Throughout the entire ghostly conversation, Eddie had frozen with shock and turned ghastly white.
" I thought I saw you in school today?" she blurted out, looking rather dazed.
" Alas, the world is filled with dangers and The Powers That Be decided our lives were to end today. We're ghost officials now! Naturally, the High International Cursed Curator Undead Panel (Hiccup.) has judged us worthy of important posts. And as to the matter of our deaths, I died of cerebral haemorrhage because of thinking too much. Lybra died of hypoglycermic shock from not eating during recess. Fenny laughed too much and died of a stomach rupture. Si En had a stroke while teaching Elena Chemistry. It turned out to be fatal. Elena died as well, not of a guilty conscious but because of pure blurrness. She was eating and doodling at the same time. She accidentally swallowed a pencil instead of the soggy vegetables, had lead poisoning and died. We're all dead. Now, we're employed by the ghostly fanfiction.net panel now."
Eddie blinked, feeling rather overwhelmed by the onslaught of morbid news. She asked, blinking stupidly, " What's your job?"
Lybra answered, " We're both Romance-deterrence officers, class B. why do you think she's dressed in such a disgusting costume?"
Eddie nodded in understanding, not trusting her voice to response suitably.
Razz attempted to boom and sound forbidding. " 'Ware, friend Eddie! Turn from the dread path of Romance, before it's too late! I myself died before I repented of writing rubbishy romance fics. Now, look at my state! Doomed to be a wandering ghost, condemned to warn astray fanfiction writers of the folly of writing romance."
Throughout the supposedly spine-chilling and dramatic speech, Lybra was nodding in agreement, her mouth twisted sardonically.
She recited along with Razz the last two lines, sounding rather bored, " Turn! Turn before it's too late!"
Both of them slowly faded away, waving mournfully. (They thought they were waving mournfully. Whether they were is another matter altogether.)
Eddie hastily asked, " Why are both of you in school uniform?"
Lybra replied, " Because we died in it. except for Elena. You may expect three more ghostly apparitions, our mutual acquaintances to visit you. The first will appear at one o'clock. Farewell. ."
Eddie blinked, staring at her favourite poster of sweaty basketball players.
" I didn't know they died. hmmm." She mulled over the ghostly visit while munching on bananas. She climbed onto her bed, patted the fishes printed on the bed sheets and closed her eyes. She soon fell into a deep sleep, lulled by the soothing rhythm of munching bananas.