Okay, now this is one of my first fan fictions, so I'm fine with hearing harsh comments. I started writing this awhile ago, then dropped it, because I was too busy and thought it was a waste of time. When they had the big fan fiction craze, though, I thought about posting it. I won't tell you who it's about right off the bat, but you'll be able to tell later. I want those who share the same view of this character as me to see how I describe their life, how it might've been when no one was exactly around to see this person. I wanted to delve into their deep emotions.
There are three basic ways to write a KH fan fiction: past, present, and future; past happens before anything really started occuring (mainly used when you introduce a new character), present is during the storyline, or the games, as you may say; future would be after all the crap Sora went through is over (that would mean no Organization though). This story takes place in the 'present'.
Also, how I describe most of the characters in this story ARE BASED ON MY OWN THOUGHTS, VIEWS, AND HOW I IMAGINE THEM TO ACT IN A NORMAL ENVIORNMENT. I say this to the people who are die-hard fans of their character and are easily offended (fangirls and boys, you know who you are).
One last thing: Most people write in chapters; this is just one long story, but I have to seperate it some way. I call them 'Intervals', but they are made in the same sense as chapters.
Btw, you can read the whole story straight through (when I get it on there, be paitent!) if you really enjoy it, on Fanfiction. net, my username is TempestuousInquiry.
Thank you for sitting through all of this. Now, the story:
INTERVAL 1:
She wakes to the artifical sun shining through her translucent, pallid curtains. Slowly, each set of eyelashes flutter upon opening eyelids to reveal the immaculate, sapphire-tinted doorways behind them. Eys so full of innocence, wonder, and deeep emotion, you find it hard to look away. We begin with this.
Nudging her feet under, she pulls back the neutral bedspread into a corner on the mattress and stretches her toes to the floor. The sudden change in temperature causes her to recoil at first, then she steps onto the cold, tiled ground. She walks to the window and throws the hangings open, staring at the same sight she's woken up to for years.
A synthetic sun, breaking over no sky. There was no sky. Just emptiness, with the illusion of light in this bleak, darkened place. She closes those blue protals of hers again and whispers the same thing she's whispered every morning of her existance:
"My name is Naminé."
Okay, that's the end of Interval one. So, tell me what you think of it, and I'll post another interval soon, maybe later today.
Thanks a bunch!! ^_^
There are three basic ways to write a KH fan fiction: past, present, and future; past happens before anything really started occuring (mainly used when you introduce a new character), present is during the storyline, or the games, as you may say; future would be after all the crap Sora went through is over (that would mean no Organization though). This story takes place in the 'present'.
Also, how I describe most of the characters in this story ARE BASED ON MY OWN THOUGHTS, VIEWS, AND HOW I IMAGINE THEM TO ACT IN A NORMAL ENVIORNMENT. I say this to the people who are die-hard fans of their character and are easily offended (fangirls and boys, you know who you are).
One last thing: Most people write in chapters; this is just one long story, but I have to seperate it some way. I call them 'Intervals', but they are made in the same sense as chapters.
Btw, you can read the whole story straight through (when I get it on there, be paitent!) if you really enjoy it, on Fanfiction. net, my username is TempestuousInquiry.
Thank you for sitting through all of this. Now, the story:
INTERVAL 1:
She wakes to the artifical sun shining through her translucent, pallid curtains. Slowly, each set of eyelashes flutter upon opening eyelids to reveal the immaculate, sapphire-tinted doorways behind them. Eys so full of innocence, wonder, and deeep emotion, you find it hard to look away. We begin with this.
Nudging her feet under, she pulls back the neutral bedspread into a corner on the mattress and stretches her toes to the floor. The sudden change in temperature causes her to recoil at first, then she steps onto the cold, tiled ground. She walks to the window and throws the hangings open, staring at the same sight she's woken up to for years.
A synthetic sun, breaking over no sky. There was no sky. Just emptiness, with the illusion of light in this bleak, darkened place. She closes those blue protals of hers again and whispers the same thing she's whispered every morning of her existance:
"My name is Naminé."
Okay, that's the end of Interval one. So, tell me what you think of it, and I'll post another interval soon, maybe later today.
Thanks a bunch!! ^_^