Hey, everyone. I'm new here at but I am no stranger to the site. I am a huge fan and wanted to dabble in the writing of fiction for it. I often write for and many of my stories can be found there under onyxstar, but they are under musicians. After seeing the movie Tristan and Isolde, I felt a need to write a fiction of the tragedy. I am a huge fan of Arthurian myths and anything like that and, even though the movie was very different from the story, I still felt it was wonderful. I decided to write the fic based on the movie so please do not be offended by that. All in all, I wish you all a good day and please, after reading this, would you mind reviewing. I am a fifteen year old who aspires to be a writer in the future and have my own novel ready to be published but I would like to see some reactions to my writing style before I put the book out there. Thanks again.
Tonianne
Onyxstar
Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with the tale or the wonderful actors/actresses or the company of the movie. I own nothing. The title is a line from the My Chemical Romance song, "Our Lady of Sorrows".
"…And like star crossed lovers we lay dying…"
Do you know what it's like to lose someone, a piece of your heart? Do you know what it's like to watch the one you love perish before you, slowly, and in the end die both in spirit and in body? I hope you do not, for it is an awful and wretched thing. I feel for all those who do for I have become like a stone because of it, a mere hollowed out carcass of a woman. But I laugh at this, for my words have feeling to them, for some odd and unexplained reason. I don't know why. I didn't have any feeling except grief after that night and even that quickly vanished into nothing, like the lost soul of my beloved. My days are now spent watching the tide role in and out, in and out, like a beating heart. I live now in the little hut that I stowed my love in when I first found him. No one knows I am here except for Bronia, but she died a year ago from a fever. I am alone, as I should be, for I killed him, a wonderful young man, and destroyed his life and family. You could hear our tragedy if you want, for I will pen it down now. I must warn you- it is a sad tale. I cry every time I think of it and those glassy drops, the ones my love used to brush away from my pale cheek, are the only sign that I am not a cold hearted old hag but a living breathing being who destroyed a family.
So here it is, my tale, penned down and woven into time so that, when I die and join my beloved again, all will know of the tale of malice and heart, love and revenge, lust and passion. When it is my time to die, and I feel it is not far off, you will all be left with this sad sad tale, this tale of broken vows and guarded smiles; the world will be left with the tragedy of Tristan and Isolde.
Okay, what did you think? I hope you liked it. Please review, though I think I may post the first chapter today as well. We'll see.
Tonianne