Post by Reens on Nov 9, 2005 16:58:05 GMT -5
AN: This is a pointless one shot that I thought up while talking to Jemma. Seems she shares my anger for the stupid Jack/Elizabeth fictions (sorry if you are a JE shipper but to me that is very PEDO! and more despicable than any NC17 slashes I am sure I would never read *okay maybe I will if Hari makes me but FAT CHANCE!*)
To JemJem! Because she inspires me so.
"Jem, you couldn't be serious! Are you still writing your silly stories?" I exclaimed, upset with the little figure of my fifteen year old sister courched over her computer for the past three hours. I loved my little sister but there were moments when I just wanted to wring her neck and bring her back to reality. As precoucious a little girl that she was, I really hated how she'd lose herself in that silly computer screen of hers, for hours on end at that. Writing about 'Pirates of the Caribbean' or one of its characters, as I've found, were some of the things she was passionate about.
I was told by those who read her fiction that she truly had a knack for it and I had to admit, there was a certain enchantment in her words but life isn't 'enchanting,' call me a bitter betty but I really despised the fact that she'd rather be sitting on that computer spending hours of energy on a silly fiction than do her homework. Unbeknowest to her, and forever it shall remain that I too really liked "Pirates of the Caribbean" and had watched it in multitude sometimes wantingly but mostly because I was forced too by my little sister as she never tire of the re watching the same story play out on our shared dvd player.
I shook my head away of thoughts and saw her still typing away at the keyboard. Unable to derive a response, I tossed her a pillow, "Jemma! Have you gone mad?"
She grimaced, finally acknowledging my presence, "Not that I blame you for not understanding my passion for writing seeing as your idea of meditation is watching the likes of Jerry Springer. I know its implicitly impossible for you but would you please try and be a little less annoying," with a chidding pause she grinned, "por favor."
I didn't want to let the insulting words of the little tart get to me but I was furious, "Are you saying I can not write a stupid fan fiction about some movie characters?"
"Thats exactly what I am saying sister, now if you excuse me," she turned back to her computer.
"Move away then," I said brushing her swivel chair aside as I made room for another stool to be place in front of the computer. How dare she imply I can not write. No. I will not be taking that. Not from my little sister.
Slightly amused she rendered me a look that implied she doesn't believe me but looked on in anticiapation anyways as I struggled with the cursed mouse. How come they make these things so difficult anyways?
"Do you need some help with that?" she offered. She knew she had hurt my pride and I suppose the look she gave me was of guilt, I however, was too angry to let on I noticed.
"No thanks," I said abruptly, finally getting a hold of the unusual optical mouse.
"Are you sure?" This time I could've sworn I saw a glint of a sarcastic smile on her face.
"I'll show you missy. You think you are so smart? I'll show you how its done," I mumbled, mostly to myself than to her.
"Alright then, I'd leave you be," she sighed rousing.
"Good, you'll see a well versed fiction about your beloved "Pirates of the Caribbean" when you return and it wont take me days to write it either," I informed smugly. After all I had just finished my bachelors with honors and what was she in, grade freaking nine?
She grinned and walked out of the room supressing that smug smile that, anyone with a sibling painfully knows of.
I read glimpsed through some of the "Pirates" fictions on the site that was already on the screen, noting the general phrase structures, character development, and emotion descriptions. Although there were some very well written stories, to my dismay some of which belonged to Jem. It seemed like an art she'd mastered. Surely, it couldn't be that hard though after all some of the fiction writers could hardly spell nevermind get a coherent thought across.
Grinning smugly I opened the Microsoft Word and started scanning for words in the "thesaurus."
"Hello technology," I beamed. If machines weren't meant to make us feel superior than I don't know what should. Now that a lack of vocabulary wasn't a problem, I fished for a plot line.
Well, I could write about how the damsel in distress Ms. Swann fell in love with Jack Sparrow, a man presumably twice her age while on that island. I just can't seem to let it go, as it appears neither did many of the fan fiction writers. I wasn't good at waving off the obvious, the movie's screen writers clearly wanted Elizabeth and Will together, seeing as it is their love-story in the heart of adventure but I was willing to forget that for the sake of 'creativity.' I could always kill Will Turner so the vulnerable little Elizabeth can be taken advantage off by her knight in shinning armour. Ha! This is too easy. Now that I knew what I would be writing about, perhaps I can make Jack have super powers. Like having him dodging bullets and letting him have the answers to all worlds problems.
My love for the brutishly handsome Johnny Depp, again overcoming any semblance to common sense once again. I found myself already sinking in the oblivion of fan-fiction fantasy as I started imagining the proposed story work its way in my head. This wasn't hard to get into, not at all. I'll just shove in a few "Savvys" and replace all "H's" with apostrophies and I have perfected the pirate lingo.
I grinned to myself as I placed my hands on the keyboard, in sheer anticipatory eagerness. I can't wait to see the look on my little sister's face when she sees my master-piece. The kid needs to be taught a lesson. I typed in a line only to erase it, and again, and again, and again. No matter what I wrote it came off as silly, frustrating me to no ends. Oh no you don't. I kicked myself mentally. Don't you fail me now! Not now when I have a point to prove. Unfortunately, unlike the many brain freezes I've got from a certain affinity to ice creams, this one wouldn't be willed away. Nothing was going to stop me today though, I continued jotting down a few thoughts anyways, only to erase them as soon as I type them in. I was so engrossed in the process that I didn't even notice when my little sister crept back in the room and slid back to see my handywork.
"Having troubles, are you?" Her inquisition straightening me in my seat. Aware of her presence, I turned to watch her smile, no traces of sarcasm or snideness to be found in her query.
"Umm..." I groaned, "what time is it?"
"About 6:30 pm and mom's sent me to get you down for supper," she replied, not taking away her eyes of the computer.
"What?" my eyes widened in surprise. I've been here for two hours and not a single paragraph to show for it. My shoulders eased into a defeated slouch. And that was the moment I finally acknowledged, just like everyone can draw but not everyone's an artist. Everyone that writes isn't a writer. Even if, it is just fan fiction. There is an art and only some have the knack for it, like my little sister. As if reading my thoughts, she smiled back and gave me a big bear hug.
To JemJem! Because she inspires me so.
"Jem, you couldn't be serious! Are you still writing your silly stories?" I exclaimed, upset with the little figure of my fifteen year old sister courched over her computer for the past three hours. I loved my little sister but there were moments when I just wanted to wring her neck and bring her back to reality. As precoucious a little girl that she was, I really hated how she'd lose herself in that silly computer screen of hers, for hours on end at that. Writing about 'Pirates of the Caribbean' or one of its characters, as I've found, were some of the things she was passionate about.
I was told by those who read her fiction that she truly had a knack for it and I had to admit, there was a certain enchantment in her words but life isn't 'enchanting,' call me a bitter betty but I really despised the fact that she'd rather be sitting on that computer spending hours of energy on a silly fiction than do her homework. Unbeknowest to her, and forever it shall remain that I too really liked "Pirates of the Caribbean" and had watched it in multitude sometimes wantingly but mostly because I was forced too by my little sister as she never tire of the re watching the same story play out on our shared dvd player.
I shook my head away of thoughts and saw her still typing away at the keyboard. Unable to derive a response, I tossed her a pillow, "Jemma! Have you gone mad?"
She grimaced, finally acknowledging my presence, "Not that I blame you for not understanding my passion for writing seeing as your idea of meditation is watching the likes of Jerry Springer. I know its implicitly impossible for you but would you please try and be a little less annoying," with a chidding pause she grinned, "por favor."
I didn't want to let the insulting words of the little tart get to me but I was furious, "Are you saying I can not write a stupid fan fiction about some movie characters?"
"Thats exactly what I am saying sister, now if you excuse me," she turned back to her computer.
"Move away then," I said brushing her swivel chair aside as I made room for another stool to be place in front of the computer. How dare she imply I can not write. No. I will not be taking that. Not from my little sister.
Slightly amused she rendered me a look that implied she doesn't believe me but looked on in anticiapation anyways as I struggled with the cursed mouse. How come they make these things so difficult anyways?
"Do you need some help with that?" she offered. She knew she had hurt my pride and I suppose the look she gave me was of guilt, I however, was too angry to let on I noticed.
"No thanks," I said abruptly, finally getting a hold of the unusual optical mouse.
"Are you sure?" This time I could've sworn I saw a glint of a sarcastic smile on her face.
"I'll show you missy. You think you are so smart? I'll show you how its done," I mumbled, mostly to myself than to her.
"Alright then, I'd leave you be," she sighed rousing.
"Good, you'll see a well versed fiction about your beloved "Pirates of the Caribbean" when you return and it wont take me days to write it either," I informed smugly. After all I had just finished my bachelors with honors and what was she in, grade freaking nine?
She grinned and walked out of the room supressing that smug smile that, anyone with a sibling painfully knows of.
I read glimpsed through some of the "Pirates" fictions on the site that was already on the screen, noting the general phrase structures, character development, and emotion descriptions. Although there were some very well written stories, to my dismay some of which belonged to Jem. It seemed like an art she'd mastered. Surely, it couldn't be that hard though after all some of the fiction writers could hardly spell nevermind get a coherent thought across.
Grinning smugly I opened the Microsoft Word and started scanning for words in the "thesaurus."
"Hello technology," I beamed. If machines weren't meant to make us feel superior than I don't know what should. Now that a lack of vocabulary wasn't a problem, I fished for a plot line.
Well, I could write about how the damsel in distress Ms. Swann fell in love with Jack Sparrow, a man presumably twice her age while on that island. I just can't seem to let it go, as it appears neither did many of the fan fiction writers. I wasn't good at waving off the obvious, the movie's screen writers clearly wanted Elizabeth and Will together, seeing as it is their love-story in the heart of adventure but I was willing to forget that for the sake of 'creativity.' I could always kill Will Turner so the vulnerable little Elizabeth can be taken advantage off by her knight in shinning armour. Ha! This is too easy. Now that I knew what I would be writing about, perhaps I can make Jack have super powers. Like having him dodging bullets and letting him have the answers to all worlds problems.
My love for the brutishly handsome Johnny Depp, again overcoming any semblance to common sense once again. I found myself already sinking in the oblivion of fan-fiction fantasy as I started imagining the proposed story work its way in my head. This wasn't hard to get into, not at all. I'll just shove in a few "Savvys" and replace all "H's" with apostrophies and I have perfected the pirate lingo.
I grinned to myself as I placed my hands on the keyboard, in sheer anticipatory eagerness. I can't wait to see the look on my little sister's face when she sees my master-piece. The kid needs to be taught a lesson. I typed in a line only to erase it, and again, and again, and again. No matter what I wrote it came off as silly, frustrating me to no ends. Oh no you don't. I kicked myself mentally. Don't you fail me now! Not now when I have a point to prove. Unfortunately, unlike the many brain freezes I've got from a certain affinity to ice creams, this one wouldn't be willed away. Nothing was going to stop me today though, I continued jotting down a few thoughts anyways, only to erase them as soon as I type them in. I was so engrossed in the process that I didn't even notice when my little sister crept back in the room and slid back to see my handywork.
"Having troubles, are you?" Her inquisition straightening me in my seat. Aware of her presence, I turned to watch her smile, no traces of sarcasm or snideness to be found in her query.
"Umm..." I groaned, "what time is it?"
"About 6:30 pm and mom's sent me to get you down for supper," she replied, not taking away her eyes of the computer.
"What?" my eyes widened in surprise. I've been here for two hours and not a single paragraph to show for it. My shoulders eased into a defeated slouch. And that was the moment I finally acknowledged, just like everyone can draw but not everyone's an artist. Everyone that writes isn't a writer. Even if, it is just fan fiction. There is an art and only some have the knack for it, like my little sister. As if reading my thoughts, she smiled back and gave me a big bear hug.
