swimfan100
Seriously Infected
Why do I love you? Because you are and always have been my dream
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Post by swimfan100 on Apr 8, 2008 18:26:42 GMT -5
hmmmm, i am in the middle of lots of schoolwork over here, and school won't get out untill near the end of june. things won't get better untill finals are over the second week in june. so, my guess would be some time in the summer. maybe what i could do is post chapter by chapter, a little at a time. i'll have to see how my time goes. im glad to see you are so exited bookworm!
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Post by bookworm107 on Apr 9, 2008 19:14:22 GMT -5
That would be awesome! Just let me know ;D
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Post by Murtaghgirl on Sept 7, 2008 13:44:37 GMT -5
I like what's been put up here, I'm a bookworm and a writer myself lol. I would like to read your work swimfan. As for the moderators, I have no idea since I'm totally new to this forum and trying to make new friends lol so I'm on a lot.
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Post by emma286 on Nov 20, 2009 21:33:20 GMT -5
I know it’s been a while since this was last posted in. But as tonight I’ve really been in a writing mood I thought I’d share my imagined scenario also ;D (though mine also isn't that realistic lol)
I’m in central London one day on a shopping spree, and waiting to catch a tube at one of the underground stations. Just as I rise from the bench I’ve been sitting on for the past few minutes I’ve been waiting, to make my way to the edge of the platform as know it's now not long till my tube turns up. I end up colliding with someone who happens to be moving in the same direction at the same time. Looking up at them, I start to utter a hasty apology for my clumsiness, but do a double take when I recognise the face of the guy I’m looking at – Cillian!
“Don’t worry about it. My fault.” He smiles, standing next to me. I feel my cheeks burn, and my heart start to pound. Despite his graciousness, I’m sure he thinks I’m the clumsiest idiot he’s ever come across. I also can’t believe that out of all the people I could have possibly crashed into that it had to be him. Given the circumstances, I decide I’m better off keeping a low profile. So after stuttering the words “Ah..no problem,” and doing my best to paste (what I hope looks like) a natural kind of smile back onto my face I glance in the other direction – secretly wishing the floor would swallow me up.
But to my surprise, he starts to chat to me.
“It makes a change to come across somebody as polite as you. Plenty of people don’t take the time to bother.”
I feel myself blushing harder, thinking this is too good to be true, but force myself to look at him again.
“No problem,” I repeat, again feeling like an idiot for not thinking up something more original to say.
“You’ve just recognised me haven’t you?” Cillian chuckles.
I hesitate, thinking Well of course I did! I’d notice you anywhere! But know that if I’m going to admit it, putting such a response into words is probably overdoing it somewhat. So instead I aim for a subtler approach.
“Well…yeah,” I let out an awkward laugh. “I have to admit I did.”
“Makes another change. Not that many people in London tend to. That’s why when it does happen, I tend to notice it more than I would elsewhere.” He offers his hand. I shake it, noticing his firm yet gentle grip. By this point, I’m still nervous but not as much as I felt to start with – as his easy manner has helped me relax a little. I manage to pluck up the courage to make some small talk. I find out he’s on his way to an audition, as well as pointing out a few of the movies I’ve seen him in and enjoyed. He appears to be enjoying the conversation. I soon start to feel much more at ease.
Time quickly passes. I see my tube pulling into the underground station. I hope that it’s the same one he’s catching, but it turns out his is due a minute after mine. Disappointed to learn there’s only seconds left before I have to leave, it occurs to me there’s something I badly want to ask him before I do. And that if I don’t take the chance to do it now, then I’ll always regret it.
“By the way do you mind if I ask you a favour?”
“Go ahead.” He smiles again.
“I know you must receive tons of fan mail,” I begin. “But I just thought I’d mention I sent an autograph request to you by letter a few months ago…”
He asks me my full name. I give it to him. He pulls out a pad of paper and scribbles it down.
“I’ll be sure to remember it, and reply,” he assures me, grinning in a flattered way. “It was really nice to meet you.”
I return the compliment, before reluctantly climbing onto the tube and waving goodbye. I spend the journey in a blissful daze, unable to believe my luck.
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Post by rosebud5 on Nov 10, 2010 14:12:43 GMT -5
bookworm107omg almost everything that you did in that story i would do! especially the part where you moved into his chair at the end
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Post by michelle14 on Nov 11, 2010 14:29:43 GMT -5
All of these are such a fun read!
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Post by emma286 on Nov 22, 2010 17:12:42 GMT -5
I'm actually been feeling more than a little embarrassed since having posted my one lol! On and off since I've been wondering if maybe it'd be best if I removed it. Still, so long as it's not bothering anyone, I'll continue to leave it right where it is!
And agreeing with the above post - at least when it comes to what everyone else has posted in here lol!
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