pinktart
Demigod
Daughter of Hera
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Post by pinktart on Aug 30, 2007 13:59:36 GMT -5
You can post you're fanfiction here, whether it's related or unrelated to the Percy Jackson and the Olympian series
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pinktart
Demigod
Daughter of Hera
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Post by pinktart on Aug 30, 2007 14:04:40 GMT -5
Apollo loved his talent but despised his looks. He was a Cyclops, son of Apollo and a beautiful wood nymph. He was two-faced, nice and caring, selfish and impulsive. He lived on the streets of downtown Los Angeles. Now his story begins….. “Stay here my love,” the nymph said, as she brushed her soft hand against his face. “I have to leave now,” she said, her calm eyes were full of tears. “You’re leaving?” the baby Cyclops asked. “I love you….” She whispered and she vanished in a flash of golden light. The baby Cyclops was silent for a few moments, listening to the calm passerby’s minding their own business as they walked along the side walk of 52nd street. He knew his mom was gone forever, probably reincarnated into a flower. He wanted to join her, to avoid this dangerous world of happiness and despair. He despised his father for ever making him alive. He wanted to drift of and live as a flower forever, but he wanted to stay on earth also. He slowly grabbed hold onto something hard and picked himself up. His legs were wobbly and he felt cold, he had no jacket. He was 7ft, seven feet of mistakes. His curly blonde bangs that covered his soft brown eye flowed in the humid wind. He wasn’t as ugly as he appeared, he was quite attractive for a Cyclops, but no one ever noticed. He walked down 52nd street, longing for food and a home. He wanted to make use of his life, not throw it away. He wanted to sing, to act, he wanted to get fame. Jesse Rubin, the Cyclops walked down 52nd street, he wanted to get away from the place that ruined his life. He passed homeless people along narrow alleys, and he spotted littered garbage all along the street. The buildings were tall and old, they looked inhabited and had cobwebs on the doors with rusted doorknobs. The sky was a deep shade of blue with puffy cumulus clouds. There was a small rainbow stretching across the sky making the day look brighter. But Jessie knew that it was fake, everything was fake, the world was bad, horrible, inevitable, and he had to change it. Jesse knew the streets of Los Angeles quite well, he knew where the closest supermarket was, to the nearest thrift shop. He also knew that there was a large record studio just a few blocks away from 52nd street. Jesse walked silently along the rode, giving back confused glances at all the people that stared at him. He was too innocent to know what people were like, people that took looks as a first impression. The lonely Cyclops suddenly sniffed the air. “Air smells bad,” he muttered under his breath, and he kept on walking. When he was about to cross the street his eyes got caught on a lady Cyclops. “she’s pretty.” he said dreamily and he turned around and followed the lady Cyclops. The lady Cyclops wasn’t exactly pretty to human eyes. She had stringy brown hair in a ponytail, one big brown eye in the middle of her head, and she wore a black duster that brushed against the dirty sidewalk and covered most of her body. She had a shy face on making her appear afraid, like she was expecting something that might jump out of anywhere and attack her. When she walked she looked around her taking in the sights of Los Angeles, and the glares from the people. Jesse was absolutely in love, he ignored everything in his path and people had to maneuver past him to avoid being hit. Jesse followed the lady Cyclops all the way to her garbage can home in a deserted ally. The lady Cyclops knew Jesse was following her and along the whole way she was watching him, giving quick glances. He was, in her words “an incredibly handsome Cyclops.”
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pinktart
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Daughter of Hera
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Post by pinktart on Aug 30, 2007 14:05:55 GMT -5
okay here's one of my fanfiction stories, i still have to add more to it, and the plot's a little messed up
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Post by alexiscraven on Nov 11, 2007 17:19:54 GMT -5
I'll post some, I think. Yeah, I will. This is my version of how Athena and Dr Chase got together.
GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE
Okay, Dr Frederick Chase thought to himself while trying to muse over his extensive research papers, that woman is definitely staring at me.
It was one of those days that one would classify as normal, but Dr Chase found that no days were normal. Every day to him brought new excitement and new adventure. Reversals in fortune, paradise regained seemed commonplace to him.
He coughed nervously and picked the Sopwith Camel up again.
“The Sopwith Camel Scout – a British plane used in the First World War. It was known mainly for its incredible manoeuvrability, and it certainly brought our allies across the pond a little success.”
He gave a dry little laugh, which none of the students at the lecture seemed to reciprocate. He could swear that through the corner of his eye that he could see one young man sleeping on his desk.
And that woman in the back row was definitely looking at him. What was she doing? Was she listening hard? Was she gazing at him? Was she ogling him? Or – most probably – was she staring at the certifiable nutcase delivering a lecture to her. She tossed back her long dark hair, and returned to making notes on her clipboard.
Her face seemed to have coloured somewhat. Was that a blush? Or – well, the room was certainly overheated.
Oh, great. Now he felt like he was blushing too.
“Could somebody open a window?” he asked hesitantly. “It’s impossible to lecture in this stuffy climate.”
One of his students obliged, probably glad to be free of Dr Chase’s intense lecturing. Several students seemed to be having a private joke among themselves, sniggering softly.
“Pendanski,” he sighed, “are you going to sit laughing all day like – like – ”
His eyes travelled to the gazing woman at the back. The moment their eyes locked, he had the words. A flash of inspiration when their grey eyes met one other. She was like an amulet – his little good luck charm.
“ – like a collective pack of hyperactive hyenas on a steroid overdose and end up in a dead-end job without the diploma you covet, or are you going to listen to me and successfully graduate?”
A rich tumult of laughter resounded at the witticism. Dr Chase gave his muse of inspiration a quick, nervous smile, and returned to his lecture.
“The Camel was intended as a replacement for the Sopwith Pup, and the prototype took its maiden flight in December 1916…”
***
One painstaking hour later, the students emerged from the lecture hall, no more enlightened or open-minded than when they had entered. Dr Chase fretted slightly. He was a terrible lecturer – he had no self-confidence when it came to public speaking. He wondered why he had accepted this lecturing job at the university anyway.
As he collected up his rustling papers, he heard the distinctive click-clack of stiletto heels coming towards him. That sound irritated him immensely. Like the heel’s point, it seemed to gore into his mind and disrupt his stream of thought.
“Dr Chase, wasn’t it?”
That voice seemed to melt like butter. It was warm and tender towards him, despite how cold and firm it would seem to anybody else. It was a world away from the annoying shoes. He looked up into her face. He felt lost in those grey eyes, despite the storm-clouds they represented. That perfect skin, that flowing hair, that intelligent nose, that luscious mouth…
“Y-yes.” Being in the presence of an attractive-looking woman did nothing to help his pitifully low self-confidence.
“I thoroughly enjoyed your presentation on the Sopwith Camels, despite your students – to put it colloquially – mucking around,” she said briskly.
That was uplifting at least. A moment containing little ray of light bursting through a day containing gloomy clouds.
“You – you did?”
Idiot, his inner self snapped, Can’t you say something intelligent?
“Umm…” he stammered, faintly aware that his mouth was beginning to hang open. He closed it hurriedly, his teeth hitting the roof of his mouth in the haste.
“However,” she interjected, “I think you need to work on your style. I can help you with that.” She gave him a momentary glimpse of brilliantly white teeth. “Just a little practice on oratory skills should keep your students’ attention longer than you did today.”
“Um…yeah…” he stuttered. “Yeah, I think I need to work on that kind of thing. I – I’m a little jittery sometimes.”
“There’s a wonderful little coffee shop in the mall,” she interrupted. “Ellie’s Espressos. I’ll meet you there tomorrow morning at eight.”
She began to stride away purposefully, leaving Dr Chase shell-shocked.
“Is that a date then?”
She stopped in her tracks, the stiletto heels grinding to a halt. She pivoted on one, producing an annoying scraping sound on the floor that made him wince.
“I suppose it is then,” she replied carefully, before strutting away through the exit. Dr Frederick Chase stared after her, as her feet disappeared around the corner.
So his hypothesis was right. No day was normal to him.
***
“So – your confidence,” she started. It was early morning at Ellie’s Espressos, and Dr Chase and his new tutor in confidence were sitting at a table beside the window, sipping cappuccinos in moderation. “I thought you could try a few simple breathing techniques. I learnt this nifty one from my family – breathe in for eight, hold the breath for eight and then breathe out for eight. Simple, isn’t it?”
Dr Chase was not aware that he had even been asked a question. He was still too busy gazing into her immeasurably handsome grey eyes, mesmerised by their astonishing power. He was trying hard not to drool into his cup.
“I never asked,” he murmured. “What is your name?”
“My name?” She was almost taken aback by the posed question. “I have many names, epithets, titles. But I am known forever and always as Athena.”
“Athena,” Dr Chase was impressed. “The Greek goddess of wisdom, arts and crafts. It is a strange name – strange that somebody as logical as you are named after her.”
She slapped his wrist.
“Was that flirting?” she replied, almost touched.
“Perhaps,” he returned to the proper conversation. “Perhaps not.”
“Anyway,” Athena restarted, “practise that breathing technique that I taught you. Night, day, whenever you can get the chance. I have to use it a lot of the time to get by with my family. Let’s just say – they have their arguments.”
“Athena,” he said nervously. “I don’t know how to say this, but…”
“What?”
He drew closer to her, budging his chair up fractionally at first before stopping. She seemed to lean forward too, and their lips met. It was warm and tender.
It was bliss.
TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!
PS Is there a fanfiction board here on this forum?
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Post by artemis101 on Jan 21, 2011 23:49:16 GMT -5
me and my bestie made a book but its tooooooooo long to put on here
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Post by Jay Hawke on Jan 22, 2011 1:49:40 GMT -5
I'm still writing a story about Me, River, Val, Jacob, Lucas, Gale and Leo from the lost hero series. If more like Cassia and Nicole start to roleplay with us I will most definately add them to the story.
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Post by artemis101 on Jan 22, 2011 22:51:36 GMT -5
im going to start writing a story (it will be in diary form) about the pack
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Meow
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People haven’t always been there for me, but music has.
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Post by Meow on Feb 10, 2011 0:31:46 GMT -5
So...I'm in that fanfiction now, Jerez?
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Post by Jay Hawke on Feb 10, 2011 3:31:38 GMT -5
The fanfiction was abandonned for now...I lost ideas and am BUSY AS HELL with school.
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Post by artemis101 on Feb 10, 2011 11:08:13 GMT -5
actually it wont be like a diary...thats harder than i thought
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waterdrop66
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Jacob Loure, son of Athena.
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Post by waterdrop66 on Feb 10, 2011 17:34:22 GMT -5
Ive been trying to write one too, as a matter of fact. Its a lot harder than you'd think >.<
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Post by Magicman on Apr 6, 2011 14:19:37 GMT -5
I've been writing a story, never really got back to it...I started it in 5th grade...and now I'm in 7th. My two friends wanted to be in it, and I put other friends in it, like Anabelle.
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waterdrop66
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Jacob Loure, son of Athena.
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Post by waterdrop66 on Jun 5, 2011 10:35:34 GMT -5
I am officially going to start writing. I would love help from you guys! The story is about our original quest (Rescue Jerez, stop cyclopes from taking over the world, yada, yada, yada...). I think I had to change a couple things unfortunately. I changed Jerez to Son of Erebus. River's last name is Foley (I figured if it was Jackson, it would be too similar to the PJO series). I added Cassia to it, and I made her a daughter of Aether (long story). Not too much, but I thought I'd let you know...
(Now that I think about it, we abandoned our quest, and sorta let the cyclopes do what they wanted...)
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waterdrop66
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Jacob Loure, son of Athena.
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Post by waterdrop66 on Jun 5, 2011 10:45:37 GMT -5
Don't worry Drake, you're in it too. Except I thought you'd be a great villian! LOL
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Post by Magicman on Jun 5, 2011 11:47:28 GMT -5
I'm I in it? Just wondering. I put you in my story. Drake's in it too! So is Draco, but of course he's the villian. There's also Norse demigods too. Yes they did in fact have Norse demigods.
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