“If there’s a book you really want to read but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.” - Toni Morrison

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

An Empty Heart & a Chipped Cup - Chapter Three

Sorry it's been a little while. Unfortunately, this is as much as I've written of this fanfiction at the moment - hopefully I'll be able to write more soon. I have a school project to finish up in the next two weeks, and then exam period starts. Yeah, I think this Keeping-My-Sanity project is slowing down to an almost stop. :P Anyway, enjoy the next chapter and PLEASE let me know what you think!

Chapter Three: Rumpelstiltskin

Rumpelstiltskin offered his arm to King Maurice's daughter with mock politeness and led her out of the room. She stayed silent and did not question, but Rumpelstiltskin knew that she was most likely wondering how they were going to get out of the castle. He, of course, knew that it wasn't going to be a problem, him being the Dark One. He had already used his mind to put a protective shield around the castle.

As soon as they stepped outside the castle, Rumpelstiltskin could already see the difference from the scenery that had been outside earlier on. The soldiers and ogres had disappeared - no traces of blood or any other indicator of a battle remained on the ground. One ogre was wandering around with a confused look on its ugly face, but Rumpelstiltskin snapped his fingers at it, and it shriveled away into dust.

The black carriage was waiting inside and Rumpelstiltskin motioned for Belle to get inside before him. Then he got in and they were on their way. The entire ride back to the Rumpelstiltskin's castle was silent. Belle didn't look like she were interested in talking with him, and Rumpelstiltskin didn't feel much up to talking, either. He felt a little awkward as he watched her looking despondently out of the window on her left out of the corner of his eye. He had destroyed her dreams, taken her family and friends away from her.

Rumpelstiltskin's carriage
But what was he to do? A deal was a deal...and contrary to his joking tone, he did really need a housekeeper.

Why did he feel guilt? He was the Dark One - he shouldn't feel like this. He should be glad when he did something to get what he wanted. He had given up everything for this. What was happening to him?

To get his mind off these uncomfortable questions, Rumpelstiltskin continued to study Belle out of the corner of his eye. Her blue eyes were glazed over in contemplation, her petite face resting on a pale arm as she gazed into nothingness out the window. A lock of her brown hair had fallen onto her face, but she hadn't noticed it yet. Rumpelstiltskin had to admit to himself that she was beautiful, perhaps even more beautiful than...

No. Rumpelstiltskin shook himself out of his reverie with a scowl on his face. He couldn't go back to those painful memories. Not ever. He had his deals to think of...his things to look at and treasure. A silly girl shouldn't muddle his brain like this.

Rumpelstiltskin contemplates
The carriage jolted and then stopped. Belle slowly came out of her daze and her eyes focussed on Rumpelstiltskin.

"Are we there?" her voice was filled with so much loneliness, pain, disgust, and despair all rolled into one that the ice on his heart almost warmed again and Rumpelstiltskin had to take a hold of himself before he could answer her.

"Yes." He tried to snap at her, but he couldn't.

He swung himself out of the carriage and didn't try to help her out. Once Belle was standing next to him, Rumpelstiltskin snapped his fingers at the carriage and the horses turned around and began trotting towards their hidden stable.

Belle followed him, trying to catch up to his long stride as he led her into the Dark Castle, through a few doors, up a staircase, and through more doors.

Entering the Dark Castle
He knew where everything was, of course, but he could tell from the confused look that he saw on Belle's face out of the corner of his eyes that the castle was like a maze to her.

"Where are you taking me?" Belle finally broke the silence as they left a finely-furnished room and entered into a plain stone corridor.

"Let's say - Europe," Rumpelstiltskin answered her back, sarcastically. He was still trying to get a hold on himself again, and he found that getting back into the sentiments of the "Dark One" was helping him. So he opened the first door that they came to and stepped aside so that Belle could look into her new room.

Rumpelstiltskin felt his old strength coming back to him as he saw the shock on Belle's face. The room was scantily furnished, and while it was a lot better than any servant's quarters, it was a big downgrade from a princess' room.

"My...room?" Belle faltered.

"Well, it sounds a lot nicer than dungeon, doesn't it?" Rumpelstiltskin told her in a nasty tone.

He gave her a quick shove into the room, closed the door, and locked it. With a laugh that he had heard an old peasant woman describe as "so creepy it gave her the chills", he realized that he was back to his old self again. With growing pleasure, he strode away from the locked door. He would let the wench out later.

"You're not going to leave me in here!" Belle's gasp was muffled quite a bit by the thick door. "Hello? HELLO?"

Friday, May 24, 2013

An Empty Heart & a Chipped Cup - Chapter Two

Chapter Two: Belle

Belle watched her father worriedly. King Maurice studied a map, his advisors behind him. Her fiancee, Gaston, was also looking at the map intently, his bushy brown brows furrowed together.

"The ogres are coming closer, Your Majesty," Maurice's top advisor stated. "Do you think we can hold them off?"

"Ogres are not men," said Maurice, wearily.

"If only he had come," Gaston's voice had no hope in it. Belle knew very well who he was talking about. Rumpelstiltskin...the Dark One...the most powerful man in all of this land. The only person who could help them because of his power.

"Well, he didn't," Maurice's voice was full of hate for the one creature who could have helped him, but didn't. He sat on his throne and buried his face in his hands.

Belle's heart went out to her father; she desperately wanted to make him feel better. Women were supposed to be seen and not heard, just like children, but she was a daring young woman. She knelt down at her father's feet and voiced her thoughts aloud, a little timidly.

"He could be on his way right now, Papa."

Maurice lifted hs head up to look at his beloved brunette daughter. He looked straight into her lovely blue eyes, and opened his mouth to tell her the desperate truth. No use hiding it from her.

"It's just too late, Belle." His voice was weary. "It's just...too late." He raised out a hand to stroke her head to try to comfort her for the last time.

Suddenly, a great banging broke out, as if someone were trying to break the door down by knocking on it. Everyone jumped, Belle and Maurice to their feet.

Belle's blue eyes filled with hope. "It must be him! It HAS to be!"

Gaston, however, was not convinced. "How could he get past the walls?" he marvelled.

"Open the doors!" Maurice commanded. They all drew near as two knights removed a wooden piece from the door which had been put in place to protect the royals. Gaston drew out his sword.

The knights threw the doors open. Standing there was...no one. One of the advisors started to cry out, "Whaa...?" and then stopped himself. Belle looked at her father as if to ask him the question that was on everyone's minds: Who could have been at the door who would have gone away right afterwards?

"Well, that was a bit of let-down," came a voice from behind them.

Everyone swivelled around. Sitting on Maurice's throne was a freak-ish-looking man. His hair almost looked as if it were made of snakes, his skin looked like the rough skin of a toad with gold specks on it. His jacket was made of red leather, the collar standing straight up. The shirt underneath was made of a silver and black design.

It was Rumpelstiltskin himself.

They were all still gaping at this creature, so Rumpelstiltskin went on.

"You sent me a message?" he prodded. "Something about 'Help, help! We're dying! Can you save us?' " he mimicked in a way that would have been almost funny if the situation weren't so dark.

Gaston had pointed his sword towards the creature, and now Rumpelstiltskin stood up towards it.

"And my answer is..." He slapped at the flat of Gaston's sword to make the young man lower it. "...Yes."

Belle suddenly realized she had been holding her breath. It came out now in a woosh.

"Yes, I can protect your little kingdom," Rumpelstiltskin assured them with a devilish grin on his face. He stalked a little farther down the room, and then turned around and faced the king and his daughter. "For a price."

"We sent you a promise of gold," King Maurice took a brave step towards the creature. His plump face was pleading.

"Ah...but you see, I make gold." Rumpelstiltskin winked at the king. "So that obviously wouldn't be worth anything to me. What I want is something a bit more special."

To Belle's horror, the face of a devil looked right at her and an all-powerful finger pointed at her. "What I want - is her."

"No!" King Maurice looked at Rumpelstiltksin with a look of disgust on his face.

Gaston put a protective arm on Belle's shoulder. "The young lady is engaged....to me."

"I wasn't asking if she was engaged," Rumpelstiltskin mimicked Gaston's deep voice. "I wasn't asking for her...love," he added, the last word coming out in a tone of almost disgust. He crossed the little group again and then turned and faced them.

"I'm looking for a caretaker, for my rather large estate." He made a flourish with his hands. "It's her...or no deal."

"Get out," the king hissed. When Rumpelstiltskin made no move, the king shouted, "Leave!"

"As you wish," Rumpelstiltskin began to walk towards the door, his back as straight, his stride as straight and proud as if HE were the king, and not Maurice.

Belle could feel nothing but horror. This creature wanted her as a servant - the only thing she could think about on that matter was disgust. But this was the only chance from saving her family and friends from becoming ogre food. The only thing standing in between life or death for them was her.

"Wait!" she almost shrieked the words in her anxiety and desperation to make this foul creature stay and hear her words.

Rumpelstiltskin paused in mid-stride.

Belle ducked from underneath Gaston's arm and hurried towards him. "I..." the words caught in her throat, but she needed to get them out. HAD to get them out. "...I will go with you."

His eyebrows lifted in almost surprise. "It's for forever, dearie."

Belle had to take a good grip on her almost-failing courage in order not to scream or faint or do anything of the sort. "My family..." She tried to hide the hesitation in her voice. "My friends...they will all live?"

The vile creature made another flourish with his hands. It irritated Belle very much. "You have my word."

"Then you have mine," Belle said, quietly. She hated the words coming out of her own mouth, but relished them also a little bit in the back of her mind. Now that this was over with, she felt a little bit like one of the heroes in her books. Well, they were always men, of course, but, well...

Rumple's "mock horror" face
"No!" Belle turned to see her father's face pale and aghast. "Belle, I can't let you go with this...this beast," he pleaded, the last two words spat towards Rumpelstiltskin with much hate and disgust in them. The beast in question opened his mouth in mock horror, rolling his eyes to the ceiling. Belle didn't find it funny in the least.

Belle stroked her father's arm with love. "Father...Gaston...it's been decided," she told the two men with a firmness in her voice that almost surprised her.

"You know...she's right." Belle was filled with disgust to realize that Rumpelstitlskin's voice was coming from a place right behind her.

Belle was sure that everyone in the room was feeling the same final-ness as she as Rumpelstiltskin said the words that ended the conversation.

"The deal...is struck."

Originally from: http://www.quibblo.com/quiz/iw4Zrne/An-Empty-Heart-a-Chipped-Cup?story_chapter=2

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

An Empty Heart & a Chipped Cup - Chapter One

Since there is a problem with Quibblo links, I will start posting my fanfiction on here. :) I hope you enjoy, and please comment to tell me what you think! This chapter is a shorter one than the three I've written so far.

Chapter One: Rumpelstiltskin

Rumpelstiltskin wasn't watching the view outside as his black carriage rumbled on towards the castle that was coming closer and closer by. Even though there was a war going on, nobody would dare touch his carriage. Nobody would dare cross the Dark One.

He had taken on the position a long time ago, the only reason being for the power. Maybe it was also to try to forget Milah, the wife he had loved so much but who had been stolen away from him by the villainous Captain Hook. Well, Rumple HAD gotten on Hook's bad side by stealing his wife...but that gave Hook no right to take away his beloved Milah.

Then, to get that power, Rumple had had to abandon his beloved son, but one had to make sacrifices to get power, right? This time, he would be so powerful that he wouldn't have to feel the pain of losing someone. No one could defeat him, even the Evil Queen had to bow to him. If people wanted to get away from something nasty, they would ask Rumple to help them in return for something. And Rumple never refused because he LOVED making deals. He would never let anyone leave their end of the deal...otherwise, their lives would be made very nasty. That was the reason Rumple had taken Hook's wife away from him...he hadn't kept his end of a deal.

Now, he was travelling to the place of his next deal. King Maurice had sent a desperate message to him for help. He had added a postscript saying that he would give Rumple much gold in return for his efforts. Rumple, however, didn't want the gold. He had a much better idea, in fact...

Originally from: http://www.quibblo.com/quiz/iw4Zrne/An-Empty-Heart-a-Chipped-Cup


Friday, May 17, 2013

Keeping-My-Sanity Writing Project [UPDATE: WRONG NUMBERS]

The title may seem crazy (how ironic), but the idea isn't. I know that I'm plunging into a last month of getting high school done soon...in fact, the work is already picking up. So, in order to keep sane, I'm going to try to make sure I do something actually productive in the little free time I have - writing. Even if the schoolwork load gets hectic and insane, at least my free time will be structured and controlled, right? ;)

I decided to choose a goal of 60, 000 words by the end of June. If I get more, whoop-dee-doo! If I get get less...well, that's what I'm expecting. How did I decide on this word count? Well, I thought that 1000 words a day isn't too big a goal, and I multiplied that by 30 and decided 30,000 sounded too tiny (and, anyway, I have more than a month).

So here it goes - I can write on anything I want, whether it's a novel idea (such as my fairy tale novel or my historical novel ideas), a novel I've already started (FOTN), or the lowly fanfiction type (okay, okay, they're fun to write - I have several started: my Bridge to Terabithia one...my Rumple/Belle one *wink wink*...the LOTR fanfiction idea I got several years ago but haven't been brave enough yet to start...or I could [oh, horrors! or not...] get back to my Haylor one ;) )

So please wish me luck! If you have anything to "donate" - ideas, writing projects of your own (it would give me a break to read someone else's work), a virtual hug, etc., then send them over.

Oh, dear. Treskie's habit of starting each blog post with "so" is very contagious...now I have the habit to start every paragraph with "so". ;)

Marianne of FOTN

Belle & Mr. Gold - also my Quibblo user picture ;)


Saturday, May 4, 2013

Yet Another WIP Idea (Yes, I have too many)

OUCH! It's been a loooong time since I've update here. But it is because I haven't had really much time to write or research lately. Actually, I have. But I've got caught up in reading and fangirling over new TV shows and movies and the like. I am hoping to get back to researching soon - or writing something on my newest book idea. *sigh* Yeah, I know. Too many good ideas out there. ;) And this idea came from inspiration from the things I was doing when I could have been writing - watching clips from the TV show Once Upon a Time.

Things have gone downhill for Maude ever since her mother remarried after an annulment. However, it wasn't so bad. Her real father still sends her wonderful presents and takes her on trips. However, when he dies, to her horror, her own mother seem to care for her anymore, but only for her twelve stepbrothers. Maude finally decides to run away, her favourite brother joining her. However, either the outside world is a replica of  fairy tales, or Maude's going crazy.

There's a little excerpt I wrote yesterday. This story is based on a few things - how I imagine the life of a friend of mine could be if her life got so bad that she had to run away (yes, this is a Catholic friend whose mother got an annulment). Also the tale of Beauty and the Beast with some other fairy tale elements mixed in. Such as...three brothers who are having trouble with a corrupt realtor (guess what fairy tale that's based on!)

I chose the name Maude because I wanted it to be something old-fashioned. I gave Maude twelve brothers to slightly base it on the fairy tale with a girl who has twelve brothers and her stepmother turns her brothers into geese, the girl having to knit shirts from nettles to turn them back into men again. Well, I'm not having that part in my story - or it might be a cool idea, actually. I'll have to think about that. :)

The Beast is a young man named Baen who has a tendency to turning to terrible rages when he doesn't get what he wants. I'm trying not to, but I keep having Robert Carlyle's Rumpelstiltskin in mind whenever I think of Baen. Why did I name him Baen? Well, I wanted to name him Bae after Rumple's son in OUAT, but that would be stealing. So I added an "n" at the end, and perhaps that's only a nickname. That's another thing to think about.

I was going to make Maude have brown hair, perhaps with red highlights, but then I looked through some pictures of friends, and I found one girl friend of mine who looks very Maude-ish - she has blond hair. That also works because most of my characters seem to have brown hair (I think it's because I wish I had brown hair :P). Then I've got another friend who has red hair and is very lovely. This could also be a chance to show that not everyone with red hair has a temper because Maude certainly doesn't.

I also found a guy friend who could be Baen. He has brown hair and some identifying facial spots.

So...what do you lovelies think? :)