Two Roads Diverged In A Yellow Wood
A.k.a. Genevive
By Shelly (singcraz)
Disclaimer: I own Everwood, all its characters, and I have all the other owners and producers under my evil power. Thank you.
Anne: Thank you. I'm so glad you like Gen. I love her, like she's a part of me (which she kind of, sort of, maybe, a little bit, is because she's a little, itsy bitsy, tinsy weensie, tiny, itty-bitty bit based on me. So the cat's out of the bag, finally)! Since a few people have asked for tips on writing, I came up with a list:
For all those aspiring writers out there, here's a bit of info:
Be yourself! I mean, look at me, I'm a complete psycho around you guys, but I'm still totally loved! Don't be afraid to look weird, because usually that attracts more people to you. Be funny, weird, freaky, just be yourself, because it's totally cool!
Be ORIGINAL! Make sure not to copy anyone else's work! Don't write just because you want to, only write when you're sure you have an original, un- used or at least partly un-used idea. It makes the whole story much, much better.
Update as quickly as possible. I know I'm being quite the hypocrite, but it really helps with the story. Make sure you're passionate about your subject and that you won't get bored with it easily. I find it easier just to write one story at a time so I don't put off one incomplete to hook onto another.
Be prepared for flames. I've even had a couple in my day. Don't let the words "u suck" or "this is dumb" get you down, and certainly don't listen to the ones where any of the words could easily be found in any Kevin Smith film (I'm a big fan).
And no matter how insignificant or stupid a review is, it still counts and you should hear the reviewer out.
Alright, I know this web-page is for Gilmore Girls fiction, but it has some really good tips. Read all of the links (each is jam packed with [hilarious] sarcasm! Mhm, my favorite)!
Click here!
Bad Fiction Stuff For Dummies
Everwoodaddict: Thanks so much. This has been awesome fun!
Faith: Yeah, I live in a small town, I swear, it's small, just over populated. 7,000. Glad you liked the chapter!
ShaniaTwainrox74: Sequel, hmmmm. One vote for sequel, 0 for no sequel, interesting.
Stacy: Thanks!
A/N: OK, this was going to be a songfic., but I couldn't make it flow nicely. Besides, I got sick of the song before I ever got around to writing, so instead this is going to be a VERY short chapter. Sorry about that!
Chapter 16
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The ride to the airport was dull. No body spoke except the cab driver, who seemed to think that it was necessary to ask questions like, "Where are you kids headed?" and "Wow, is New York fun?" The whole thing got old, though, and he quit after receiving only monosyllabic answers.
The teenagers never spoke, only grasped each other's hands. Gen squeezed Ephram's hand once in a while, and he returned the pressure, trying to smile. Neither knew what to say, but both wished the other would mention something for comfort.
As the airport came into view, Genevive frowned. They watched planes take off to wherever and both frowned, refusing to weaken.
.
Genevive and Ephram stood in a dark corner of the airport, near some of the pay phones, kissing. Genevive stopped and looked at her watch.
"I only have a couple minutes left," she muttered.
"Oh," Ephram answered, and they continued kissing.
.
"Last call for flight 498, New York. Last call." was repeated over and over again on the PA system. Genevive stooped and picked up her small carry-on backpack.
"I'll miss you." She kissed Ephram's cheek. "Call me later tomorrow, ok?"
Ephram promised half-heartedly and his mouth remained in a straight line. He wouldn't try to smile anymore; it hurt his face muscles and his heart.
"Love you, Ephram," she whispered.
"Love you too," he frowned. "Come back soon,"
"Sure," she agreed, not fully there. She felt as though she was having an out of body experience, saying goodbye to the only person she had ever truly loved.
.
She stood in line to get on the plane. As Ephram stared at her, she turned around.
"Where's my heart?" she shouted to him. He smiled truly and grasped his heart. That was all that was needed to be said as memories flooded back to both of them. All was in slow motion as Genevive grinned wildly, one tear falling down her face; half from sorrow, half from joy.
She stepped onto the plane carefully and once she got to her seat, stared out the window. Ephram's face was also plastered to the window in the airport, hoping to catch one last glimpse of her.
She tapped on the thick glass and continued to weep softly, not fully understanding why.
Ephram stood alone and watched the plane take off, a large steel bird. He sighed and shoved his hands into his pockets, realizing he didn't have a ride home. He found some extra change and was about to go call the taxi company up again, when.
"Hey stranger,"
.
Ephram slowly turned around and stared at the blonde behind him.
"Amy," he breathed. She walked over to his slowly and brushed her long hair off her shoulders.
"Let's get out of here," she smiled and reached for his hand. He complied and they intertwined their fingers, neither ever wanting to let go.
As they walked out of the airport together, hand in hand, Ephram turned his head and took one last look at the planes.
Genevive also looked out into the horizon. At once, all three teenagers muttered, "Thank you," in unison to no one in particular.
.
Life is such a sweet and sour cycle, isn't it?
A/N: Ah, one last chapter. Hope you liked this one. let me know. please!!
Disclaimer: I own Everwood, all its characters, and I have all the other owners and producers under my evil power. Thank you.
Anne: Thank you. I'm so glad you like Gen. I love her, like she's a part of me (which she kind of, sort of, maybe, a little bit, is because she's a little, itsy bitsy, tinsy weensie, tiny, itty-bitty bit based on me. So the cat's out of the bag, finally)! Since a few people have asked for tips on writing, I came up with a list:
For all those aspiring writers out there, here's a bit of info:
Be yourself! I mean, look at me, I'm a complete psycho around you guys, but I'm still totally loved! Don't be afraid to look weird, because usually that attracts more people to you. Be funny, weird, freaky, just be yourself, because it's totally cool!
Be ORIGINAL! Make sure not to copy anyone else's work! Don't write just because you want to, only write when you're sure you have an original, un- used or at least partly un-used idea. It makes the whole story much, much better.
Update as quickly as possible. I know I'm being quite the hypocrite, but it really helps with the story. Make sure you're passionate about your subject and that you won't get bored with it easily. I find it easier just to write one story at a time so I don't put off one incomplete to hook onto another.
Be prepared for flames. I've even had a couple in my day. Don't let the words "u suck" or "this is dumb" get you down, and certainly don't listen to the ones where any of the words could easily be found in any Kevin Smith film (I'm a big fan).
And no matter how insignificant or stupid a review is, it still counts and you should hear the reviewer out.
Alright, I know this web-page is for Gilmore Girls fiction, but it has some really good tips. Read all of the links (each is jam packed with [hilarious] sarcasm! Mhm, my favorite)!
Click here!
Bad Fiction Stuff For Dummies
Everwoodaddict: Thanks so much. This has been awesome fun!
Faith: Yeah, I live in a small town, I swear, it's small, just over populated. 7,000. Glad you liked the chapter!
ShaniaTwainrox74: Sequel, hmmmm. One vote for sequel, 0 for no sequel, interesting.
Stacy: Thanks!
A/N: OK, this was going to be a songfic., but I couldn't make it flow nicely. Besides, I got sick of the song before I ever got around to writing, so instead this is going to be a VERY short chapter. Sorry about that!
Chapter 16
.
The ride to the airport was dull. No body spoke except the cab driver, who seemed to think that it was necessary to ask questions like, "Where are you kids headed?" and "Wow, is New York fun?" The whole thing got old, though, and he quit after receiving only monosyllabic answers.
The teenagers never spoke, only grasped each other's hands. Gen squeezed Ephram's hand once in a while, and he returned the pressure, trying to smile. Neither knew what to say, but both wished the other would mention something for comfort.
As the airport came into view, Genevive frowned. They watched planes take off to wherever and both frowned, refusing to weaken.
.
Genevive and Ephram stood in a dark corner of the airport, near some of the pay phones, kissing. Genevive stopped and looked at her watch.
"I only have a couple minutes left," she muttered.
"Oh," Ephram answered, and they continued kissing.
.
"Last call for flight 498, New York. Last call." was repeated over and over again on the PA system. Genevive stooped and picked up her small carry-on backpack.
"I'll miss you." She kissed Ephram's cheek. "Call me later tomorrow, ok?"
Ephram promised half-heartedly and his mouth remained in a straight line. He wouldn't try to smile anymore; it hurt his face muscles and his heart.
"Love you, Ephram," she whispered.
"Love you too," he frowned. "Come back soon,"
"Sure," she agreed, not fully there. She felt as though she was having an out of body experience, saying goodbye to the only person she had ever truly loved.
.
She stood in line to get on the plane. As Ephram stared at her, she turned around.
"Where's my heart?" she shouted to him. He smiled truly and grasped his heart. That was all that was needed to be said as memories flooded back to both of them. All was in slow motion as Genevive grinned wildly, one tear falling down her face; half from sorrow, half from joy.
She stepped onto the plane carefully and once she got to her seat, stared out the window. Ephram's face was also plastered to the window in the airport, hoping to catch one last glimpse of her.
She tapped on the thick glass and continued to weep softly, not fully understanding why.
Ephram stood alone and watched the plane take off, a large steel bird. He sighed and shoved his hands into his pockets, realizing he didn't have a ride home. He found some extra change and was about to go call the taxi company up again, when.
"Hey stranger,"
.
Ephram slowly turned around and stared at the blonde behind him.
"Amy," he breathed. She walked over to his slowly and brushed her long hair off her shoulders.
"Let's get out of here," she smiled and reached for his hand. He complied and they intertwined their fingers, neither ever wanting to let go.
As they walked out of the airport together, hand in hand, Ephram turned his head and took one last look at the planes.
Genevive also looked out into the horizon. At once, all three teenagers muttered, "Thank you," in unison to no one in particular.
.
Life is such a sweet and sour cycle, isn't it?
A/N: Ah, one last chapter. Hope you liked this one. let me know. please!!