Aphina - I feel you on the lack of sleep thing. Uni is closed - one job... so why am I still getting the same amount of sleep as usual?! Yeah, these few chapters had a lot to do with you!
meadow567 - When I sat and worked these few chapters out, we came to the conclusion that Kendall would probably know a lot about FanFiction, so I brought her in early. But as I'm still messing up the order, and considering using a season 4 episode very soon...!
Mauradingknight - (:D) I admit - I was worried I'd lost you! Glad you're still there reading and enjoying though!
miss wizzard of oz - No, not at all. I was flicking back and there were a few names I realised I hadn't seen in a while - I was hoping I hadn't lost them and they were lurking... but I thought about it - if they had stopped reading, wasn't exactly going to find out why! It's alright, my life is constantly hectic. I hope you've caught up on work!
Thoren - not an episode - me and my crazy ideas that have been brewing around in my head!
Maraena - Hello! So long as you're still reading! lol. Thanks for delurking to let me know - I didn't want to have lost you somewhere along the lines!
RK9 - Yup - original idea, for better ot worse! It makes me soo happy, and relieved, to hear that! Come join the wabbits, Seymour! The fridge is empty so I don't need to worry about that!
demolished-soul - I'd like to take the credit, but it was Aphina who came up with it and put the idea in my head- I just wrote it.
sparkCSI - Hope the headache is gone! It's time for your shining moment - POST IT. Mwahahaha!!
A/N Whilst it's possible she may actually NOT want credit in this chapter, I have to let it be known that the fic within the fic, Carrie's Little Sister was written by sparkyCSI. I would like to point out, to those who haven't read her work, that this is by far the best, worst thing she has ever written – it was only because I asked! You really should read her real stuff, though! (Sparky here—I'll actually take credit for it, considering how hard it was to write!! Of course, I was laughing so hard that I couldn't see the screen!)
What The Eyes Can't See
Chapter 144: The rest is still unwritten
I love New York. Don't get me wrong. It's my favorite city in the whole world. But it can also be somewhat problematic. Sure, a lot of cities have the same problems. But today, my problem was in New York. And strangely, the problem was the fact it was Fall.
More specifically, when I pulled out my brand new Manolo Salonica's this morning, the weather suited them. Less than thirty minutes of having them on my feet, the rain was about to turn them to worthless Wal-mart originals. And to top it off, I was late.
My second problem was that two separate men jumped in front of me, stealing my taxis off me. My other problem, once I had manage to leap into a taxi – and I had just put the entire Russian gymnastics team to shame with that maneuver, was the traffic. I had to be at the Vogue headquarters in three minutes and traffic was against me.
By the time I reached my destination, I had had the door slam in my face by one of the men who had stolen the taxi off me, and then, he had the audacity to not hold the elevator. I couldn't help but wonder… were women now seen as equals and expected to fight for their taxis, or was chivalry dead?
It was dark when Flack returned to Taylor's, and Taylor was absorbed in the story. She was actually beginning to really enjoy it. The author, Michelle, or Manolos In The City, was actually a really good writer. The story was a long one – something of an epic by Taylor's standards (although, after investigating some other boards, the length was quite tame) and read like it was a season of Sex and the City. Although from Carrie's perspective, it looked at all the characters, and seemed to be set after the last episode – it was almost like the missing season.
Until she got to chapter 77. Which was when a new character was introduced, or as Michelle put it, an oc, based on someone she knew. Although, after reading this new character, Leanne, was an evil bitch. A somewhat perfect evil bitch, with the perfect body, beautiful skin, a Harvard education, and stole Carrie's job, boyfriend, and circle of friends away from her.
This was when it started to get stranger, because suddenly, the tone of the story got humorous, with serious undertones, when Leanne was stabbed in the eye with a Manolo. And then Charlotte, Samantha, and Miranda all helped her to dispose of the body – and they got away with it.
'You look… baffled,' Flack offered, handing her a drink.
'I have no idea if this is déjà vu, or life imitating art,' Taylor frowned, cocking her head at the web page.
'How long have you been staring at that screen?' Flack asked her, slightly concerned. 'And have you eaten?'
The frown remained plastered on her face as she struggled to remember. Finally she sat back with a sigh. 'I haven't,' she admitted. 'I've been here since I got back from the lab. Which was lunch.'
Flack rolled his eyes. 'I'm ordering pizza.'
Taylor nodded.
'And you're giving your eyes a break. You're not even wearing your glasses,' he reprimanded her.
'Yes, mom,' Taylor smirked, removing herself from the table and following Flack from her bedroom to the kitchen.
'Wanna watch some TV whilst we wait?' Flack asked her.
Taylor looked up at him. 'What would you say to Sex and the City?'
Flack looked back down at her. 'Were you one of those that cried when it finished?'
'No!' Taylor objected.
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A few hours later, Taylor was stretched out on Flack, who had fallen asleep watching Dogma. Taylor glanced up from her position under his arms and smiled. He looked so peaceful. Which was exactly how she too felt. Until she looked back at the television and spotted Michelle and Maddy standing to one side.
'Mary Sue,' Michelle told her, mournfully.
Taylor pursed her lips, but said nothing. Instead, she extracted herself from Flack and returned to her laptop.
It didn't take long for her to finish the story – very little happened after Carrie's murdering moment – it was clear that Michelle was bringing it back to normal before she died. As she stared at the last paragraph written, Taylor realized she was going to miss the story. If Michelle hadn't have died, she would have loved to have carried on reading – crazy side story included.
Unsure as to whether or not there was more to the story, Taylor went to go back to the beginning, when she noticed a link for the author profile. Curious, she clicked on it. Strangely, the only information on it was about her anger at a plagiarizer. And how this story was the original, not the one that was copied word for word, typo for typo.
With a frown, Taylor clicked on the FanFiction Sex and the City homepage and scrolled down until she found the story Michelle had been referring to. It had exactly the same name, only it was written by iluvmr.big.
Taylor rolled her eyes at the name, but clicked on the user profile.
Name: Roxanne
Location: NYC baby!
Hey! You guys found me! So, like I so live the real Sex and the City life! I'm in my earlie thirties and live in NYC just like Carrie!!!! I'm a writer for a fashion mag and I'm quickly rising up in the ranks.
I love all stories and would love some more reviews!!! If ya wanna chat…just PM me and I'll hook up with you!
XoXoX
Love ya lots!!!
Roxanne
'How the hell is a writer that bad, writing for a magazine?' Taylor exclaimed in disbelief. The author had written four stories. Allegedly. When Taylor clicked on the first story – Michelle's, it was obvious it was copied word for word – even if she hadn't read Michelle's story, iluvmr.big's story wasn't written anything like her profile was.
The next stop was the reviews for that story. All of them pointed out it had been plagiarized and all of the reviewers had informed the author she was being reported.
It was the same story for the second and third fictions - both had been copied from other authors and the reviews held a similar tone.
The fourth story. Well that was in a league of its own.
AN: howdy y'all!!! this is my first s&c fic ever! I jst love carrie so much! please review!!!
Carrie's Little Sister
CARRIE BRADSHAW WAS LIKE THE COOLEST WRITER EVER! WHEN HELENA FIRST MET HER BY ACCEIDTN ON THE SUBWAY SHE IMMEDATLEY FELT LIKE THEY WERE SISTERS LOST AT BIRTH. SHE REMEMBRD THAT DAY LIKE YESTRDAY.
HELENA HAD THE MOST PERFECT FIGURE. SHE WAS 5'7 WITH LONG DARK BROWN HAIR WITH THE BEST BLONDE HIGHLIGHTS IN THEM. HERE EYES WE BROWN BUT SHE LIKED TO CHANGE THEM WITH CONTACTS. RIGHT NOW THEY WERE AGUAMARINE. ALL MEN DROLLED OVER HER PERFECT 36-24-36 FIGURE AND HER LONG LEGS. SHE WAS A SITTING ON THE SUBWAY WHEN SHE SAW THE COOL MS. BRADSHAW STEPP ON THE TRAIN. SHE TRIED NOT TO SQUELE IN HER HAPPINESS AND WAVED TO HER IDOL TO LET HER KNOW SHE COULD SIT BY HER.
"HI" SHE GUSHED. "YOUR CARRIE BRADSHAW! I'M LIKE YOUR BIGGEST FAN! OMG! YOUR ARE THE BESTEST WRITER EVER."
CARRIE LOOKED AT HELENA AND NOTICED THAT THEY LOOKED VERY SIMILAR. "THANKS!" SHE REPLIED. "WHAT'S YOUR NAME?"
"HELENA. I READ YOUR COLUMN EVRY SINGLE DAY AND I'M LIKE DARN, SHE'S A ABFAB WRITER! THAT'S WHY I STARTED WRITING! OHHHH!!! CAN YOU LIKE LOOK AT MY STRORY?" SHE GUSHED AS SHE OPENED UP HER D&G BAG. SHE TOOKOUT A FOLDER AND FILPPD IT OPEN. HERE YOU GO."
CARRIE SCANNED THE PAGE AS SHE READ HELENA'S STORY. "THIS IS SOOOO AMAZING," SHE SQUELED. "I LOVE IT. IT'S LIKE YOUR READING MY MIND! THIS IS EXACTLY HOW I FEEL WHEN I WRITE."
YOU SEE, HELENA'S STORY WAS ABOUT CARRIE AND HER FRIENDS. IT WAS ABOUT HOW CARRIE FELT HAVING TO WRITE A COLUMN AND WHERE SHE REALLY GOT HER IDEAS.
HELENA WATCHED CARRIE'S SMILE GROW BIGGER THE MORE SHE READ. "THE ONLY THING I DIDN'T KNOW WAS WHAT MR. BIG LOOKED LIKE."
CARRIE LOOKED AT HER. "HE'S ABOUT 6-2 DARK HAIR, DROP DEAD GORGEOUS AND RICH. WHAT MORE DO YOU NEED TO KNOW?" CARRIE SIGHED WITH A DREAMY EXPRSSN IN HER EYES.
"UR SO LUCKY, CARRIE" HELENA SAID. "I FEEL LIKE WE ARE SISTERS. YOU SEEM TO GET ME MOR THAN ANYONE ELSE."
CARRIE NODDED. "ME TOO! LISTEN…DO YOU WANT TO GO TO MY PLACE? YOU CAN MEET THE GIRLS WITH ME!!"
HELENA SQUELED IN DELITE. "I'D LUV TO! THANKS CARRIE!! YOU'RE MY BIG SISTER NOW!!"
CARRIE GRINNED AS THEY GOT OFF OF THE TRAIN IN MANHATTEN.
AN: okay guys!!! what y'all think! if you want more you have to review!!!!
'My eyes are bleeding,' Taylor muttered, rubbing her eyes, wondering what had possessed her to actually finish the first chapter of that monstrosity.
'Tay?' Flack questioned sleepily from the door. 'What have you done to yourself?'
Taylor spun around. 'Subjected myself to the worst piece of writing known to man,' she blinked.
'Any chance I can persuade you to turn that off and get some sleep?' he yawned.
Hesitantly, Taylor glanced around the room, but when Michelle and Maddy didn't appear, nodded, closing the laptop.
Well, reviews would be much appreciated! And if you would like to review Carrie's Little Sister, please do! You never know – I might use it (so feel free to make up a user name too) and I'm sure Sparky will be delighted to hear your thoughts!
P.S. This isn't a dig at a specific person and any commonalities remain purely coincidental!