Becky Posted June 18, 2007 Share Posted June 18, 2007 I see I've missed alot lol. You guys are so funny! I lived the next bit of your story, Rosinakiwi. Mine will be done soon. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Phlea Posted June 18, 2007 Share Posted June 18, 2007 Wow all these stories are amazing there aren't enough hours in the day to read them all Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BathtubsAndIcecream Posted June 18, 2007 Share Posted June 18, 2007 lol! Â I think if I was stranded on a desert island with Mika, I would realise the situation, be a bit shy, not get my words out, stammer a bit, he'd think that I had a speech defect or was a tad retarded, treat me very kindly, and speak s-l-o-w-l-y, until I would gather up all my courage, tell him I'm perfectly fine, then have a panic attack because we're stranded on an island. Â At this point, we would have a big arguement because he doesn't like fish, and neither do I, so one of us would be forced into going into the water, which I wouldn't mind, so I'd choose to go, leaving him to build shelter. Â I'd return, soaking wet, and shivering, nothing in hand, and lie that I couldn't find anything, when really, there would be loads of fish, I'd just be too scared and grossed out to catch one. I would also use the shivering as an excuse to sit by the fire that he SHOULD have made by then, first, because I'm too afraid of making fire, even with a matchstick held at arms length. Â Like I was saying, I'd sit by the fire, and force him to stand in the cold (it would be dark by now), until I felt a bit mean, and asked if he wanted to swap places, to which he'd most probably give me a very nasty mumble and shove me out the way. Â That would result in me storming off to the shelter, and Hurrah! isn't it just great that after being washed up on an island, my iPod survives? (I love making up my own scenarios; everything turns out perfectly!). I would listen to Mika, and when he looks over my shoulder, he shall be happy, and whilst he is smiling because he know's deep down, I really DO like him, I would quickly push past and push lock him in the shelter using a big rock so that the fire was all mine. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RAK1 Posted June 18, 2007 Share Posted June 18, 2007 UMMM! Let me think. We would just lie around talking to start with, then check out the island, build a shelter (this is starting to sound like Survivor). Maybe somehow make some instruments, so we can start our own band, I'm sure we could make a piano with wooden keys and strings from those lianas, like the ones Tarzan swings around on. Drums shold be relatively easy so we would be making music fairly quickly. I'll bet Ray Mears wouldn't have thought of that. Sorry if this is similar to anyone elses, not had time to go through the whole thread. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RosinaKiwi Posted June 18, 2007 Share Posted June 18, 2007 lol! I think if I was stranded on a desert island with Mika, I would realise the situation, be a bit shy, not get my words out, stammer a bit, he'd think that I had a speech defect or was a tad retarded, treat me very kindly, and speak s-l-o-w-l-y, until I would gather up all my courage, tell him I'm perfectly fine, then have a panic attack because we're stranded on an island.  At this point, we would have a big arguement because he doesn't like fish, and neither do I, so one of us would be forced into going into the water, which I wouldn't mind, so I'd choose to go, leaving him to build shelter.  I'd return, soaking wet, and shivering, nothing in hand, and lie that I couldn't find anything, when really, there would be loads of fish, I'd just be too scared and grossed out to catch one. I would also use the shivering as an excuse to sit by the fire that he SHOULD have made by then, first, because I'm too afraid of making fire, even with a matchstick held at arms length.  Like I was saying, I'd sit by the fire, and force him to stand in the cold (it would be dark by now), until I felt a bit mean, and asked if he wanted to swap places, to which he'd most probably give me a very nasty mumble and shove me out the way.  That would result in me storming off to the shelter, and Hurrah! isn't it just great that after being washed up on an island, my iPod survives? (I love making up my own scenarios; everything turns out perfectly!). I would listen to Mika, and when he looks over my shoulder, he shall be happy, and whilst he is smiling because he know's deep down, I really DO like him, I would quickly push past and push lock him in the shelter using a big rock so that the fire was all mine.   thats a bit harsh! dont you think! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BonjourMika1990 Posted June 19, 2007 Author Share Posted June 19, 2007 Hello my creative friends! It seems as though I have abandoned this thread after starting it lol... WEll I woke up today at 5 am with a desire to write... so here is what I wrote.  It is written in what I think is 2nd person because... well, that's what I feel most comfortable in... I'm already an aspiring author you see... The character is based on me, personality wise i mean... Her name is Amelie... I love the movie Amelie so I just wanted to use the name ... This first installment has nothing to do with the desert island yet lol... but has some much needed background info.  PART 1 It is a rainy day in Paris and the city of love is at its sweetest. Poets walk with their muses through the glimmering streets lined with cafes. Children with matching red umbrellas walk in a single file line toward the museum doors. As for our heroin, Amelie makes her way toward her self proclaimed sanctuary for the last time. As she reaches the top of the Eifel Tower, she is overcome with an array of emotions… sadness and love… contentment for what is being left behind and uncertainty for what is yet to come. Amelie closes her eyes and takes in the misty air. Paris was letting her know that it loved her still. Love… She knew what the word meant, but she had none left to give. What was the point in living anymore when her reason for living was to love? The man she had loved was gone forever, taken from her by God and along with him the happiest year of her life. “Gabrielle,†she whispers… opening her eyes. The sun was shining now and it dried the tears from her face. She knew it was him; he was letting her know that there was something more to live for… there was still love to be had. Amelie smiled at the sun and it embraced her warmly. The rays danced across her hair while the wind blew gently across the long, chestnut layers. She knew it was him, playfully letting her know that he would always love her. She left him that day… As she boarded the plane, she left him there. He had always belonged to Paris anyway. He was never really hers to have… Amelie took her seat near the front of the plane and placed her sunglasses back in her clutch bag. She wrapped her trench coat around her small body and took out the latest issue Vogue. The plane would leave in approximately 10 minutes and she had already said her goodbyes… She knew that she needed to take her mind off of this farewell. There was a seat next to her that was not filled… two minutes to go and Amelie wondered if it would ever be filled. She thought about how convenient it would be to have a whole row to herself… just incase She needed to have a good cry. She sighed and realized that the worse was over. She turned her head toward the window and gazed numbly at the grey abyss. She had kissed him goodbye and whispered “I love you,†the day of the accident… there was nothing else she could have done. She blinks a few times and opens the issue of Vogue to a random page. “MUSIC SENSATION SETS SAIL FOR EUROPEAN TOUR†She knows this face… She smiles and thinks back to a time when all she had was make believe. The 16 year old in her leaps out of her heart and she recalls a very special night from her youth. She replays what she can remember from five years earlier… She tilts her head and tries hard to remember it… She remembers holding on to him tight and feeling his arm around her shoulder as the flash went off. She laughs silently to herself as she tries to recall the feeling. It seems, however, that she is not recalling the feeling anymore. Someone is actually touching her shoulder. The voice says gently, “Ummm… excuse me but is this seat taken?†Amelie is jolted back into reality and as she is turning to look at the person, she realizes that there would be no crying on this flight. “Not at all… please sit…†She looks up at the person standing above her and her eyes widen as her breathing halts. He whispers, “Oh Thank you,†and sets his bag in the compartment above her. Amelie turns her head toward the window and whispers, “Oh my God!†Slowly, with a slight smile on her face, she peers clumsily at her issue of Vogue. She quickly turns the page realizing that the man on her lap is sitting an inch away from her. She realizes that she has a voyage of 9 hours still to go with the man who gave her her song.  What do you think? It was written early in the morning lol... sodon't be too harsh Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BonjourMika1990 Posted June 19, 2007 Author Share Posted June 19, 2007 Show me some love guys lol... I don't know when the next installment will be... but until then ... CIAO! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CartoonKellyGreen Posted June 19, 2007 Share Posted June 19, 2007 Hello my creative friends! It seems as though I have abandoned this thread after starting it lol... WEll I woke up today at 5 am with a desire to write... so here is what I wrote.  It is written in what I think is 2nd person because... well, that's what I feel most comfortable in... I'm already an aspiring author you see... The character is based on me, personality wise i mean... Her name is Amelie... I love the movie Amelie so I just wanted to use the name ... This first installment has nothing to do with the desert island yet lol... but has some much needed background info.  PART 1 It is a rainy day in Paris and the city of love is at its sweetest. Poets walk with their muses through the glimmering streets lined with cafes. Children with matching red umbrellas walk in a single file line toward the museum doors. As for our heroin, Amelie makes her way toward her self proclaimed sanctuary for the last time. As she reaches the top of the Eifel Tower, she is overcome with an array of emotions… sadness and love… contentment for what is being left behind and uncertainty for what is yet to come. Amelie closes her eyes and takes in the misty air. Paris was letting her know that it loved her still. Love… She knew what the word meant, but she had none left to give. What was the point in living anymore when her reason for living was to love? The man she had loved was gone forever, taken from her by God and along with him the happiest year of her life. “Gabrielle,†she whispers… opening her eyes. The sun was shining now and it dried the tears from her face. She knew it was him; he was letting her know that there was something more to live for… there was still love to be had. Amelie smiled at the sun and it embraced her warmly. The rays danced across her hair while the wind blew gently across the long, chestnut layers. She knew it was him, playfully letting her know that he would always love her. She left him that day… As she boarded the plane, she left him there. He had always belonged to Paris anyway. He was never really hers to have… Amelie took her seat near the front of the plane and placed her sunglasses back in her clutch bag. She wrapped her trench coat around her small body and took out the latest issue Vogue. The plane would leave in approximately 10 minutes and she had already said her goodbyes… She knew that she needed to take her mind off of this farewell. There was a seat next to her that was not filled… two minutes to go and Amelie wondered if it would ever be filled. She thought about how convenient it would be to have a whole row to herself… just incase She needed to have a good cry. She sighed and realized that the worse was over. She turned her head toward the window and gazed numbly at the grey abyss. She had kissed him goodbye and whispered “I love you,†the day of the accident… there was nothing else she could have done. She blinks a few times and opens the issue of Vogue to a random page. “MUSIC SENSATION SETS SAIL FOR EUROPEAN TOUR†She knows this face… She smiles and thinks back to a time when all she had was make believe. The 16 year old in her leaps out of her heart and she recalls a very special night from her youth. She replays what she can remember from five years earlier… She tilts her head and tries hard to remember it… She remembers holding on to him tight and feeling his arm around her shoulder as the flash went off. She laughs silently to herself as she tries to recall the feeling. It seems, however, that she is not recalling the feeling anymore. Someone is actually touching her shoulder. The voice says gently, “Ummm… excuse me but is this seat taken?†Amelie is jolted back into reality and as she is turning to look at the person, she realizes that there would be no crying on this flight. “Not at all… please sit…†She looks up at the person standing above her and her eyes widen as her breathing halts. He whispers, “Oh Thank you,†and sets his bag in the compartment above her. Amelie turns her head toward the window and whispers, “Oh my God!†Slowly, with a slight smile on her face, she peers clumsily at her issue of Vogue. She quickly turns the page realizing that the man on her lap is sitting an inch away from her. She realizes that she has a voyage of 9 hours still to go with the man who gave her her song.  What do you think? It was written early in the morning lol... sodon't be too harsh  FANTASIC!!!  Love the beginning can't wait for the rest! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Becky Posted June 19, 2007 Share Posted June 19, 2007 That was amazing. I can see why you are an aspiring authour. Can't wait til the next bit! Brilliant. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
love.love.me Posted June 19, 2007 Share Posted June 19, 2007 that's amazinggg! next installment should be equally greatt Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GertrudeshusbandWilbur Posted June 19, 2007 Share Posted June 19, 2007 Make sure it was an island with coconuts and make them have faces and bodies. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
1kiwiabroad Posted June 19, 2007 Share Posted June 19, 2007 rosina more more more!!! im ddicted and in need of a fix! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mika Owns Me Posted June 19, 2007 Share Posted June 19, 2007 Hello my creative friends! It seems as though I have abandoned this thread after starting it lol... WEll I woke up today at 5 am with a desire to write... so here is what I wrote.  It is written in what I think is 2nd person because... well, that's what I feel most comfortable in... I'm already an aspiring author you see... The character is based on me, personality wise i mean... Her name is Amelie... I love the movie Amelie so I just wanted to use the name ... This first installment has nothing to do with the desert island yet lol... but has some much needed background info.  PART 1 It is a rainy day in Paris and the city of love is at its sweetest. Poets walk with their muses through the glimmering streets lined with cafes. Children with matching red umbrellas walk in a single file line toward the museum doors. As for our heroin, Amelie makes her way toward her self proclaimed sanctuary for the last time. As she reaches the top of the Eifel Tower, she is overcome with an array of emotions… sadness and love… contentment for what is being left behind and uncertainty for what is yet to come. Amelie closes her eyes and takes in the misty air. Paris was letting her know that it loved her still. Love… She knew what the word meant, but she had none left to give. What was the point in living anymore when her reason for living was to love? The man she had loved was gone forever, taken from her by God and along with him the happiest year of her life. “Gabrielle,†she whispers… opening her eyes. The sun was shining now and it dried the tears from her face. She knew it was him; he was letting her know that there was something more to live for… there was still love to be had. Amelie smiled at the sun and it embraced her warmly. The rays danced across her hair while the wind blew gently across the long, chestnut layers. She knew it was him, playfully letting her know that he would always love her. She left him that day… As she boarded the plane, she left him there. He had always belonged to Paris anyway. He was never really hers to have… Amelie took her seat near the front of the plane and placed her sunglasses back in her clutch bag. She wrapped her trench coat around her small body and took out the latest issue Vogue. The plane would leave in approximately 10 minutes and she had already said her goodbyes… She knew that she needed to take her mind off of this farewell. There was a seat next to her that was not filled… two minutes to go and Amelie wondered if it would ever be filled. She thought about how convenient it would be to have a whole row to herself… just incase She needed to have a good cry. She sighed and realized that the worse was over. She turned her head toward the window and gazed numbly at the grey abyss. She had kissed him goodbye and whispered “I love you,†the day of the accident… there was nothing else she could have done. She blinks a few times and opens the issue of Vogue to a random page. “MUSIC SENSATION SETS SAIL FOR EUROPEAN TOUR†She knows this face… She smiles and thinks back to a time when all she had was make believe. The 16 year old in her leaps out of her heart and she recalls a very special night from her youth. She replays what she can remember from five years earlier… She tilts her head and tries hard to remember it… She remembers holding on to him tight and feeling his arm around her shoulder as the flash went off. She laughs silently to herself as she tries to recall the feeling. It seems, however, that she is not recalling the feeling anymore. Someone is actually touching her shoulder. The voice says gently, “Ummm… excuse me but is this seat taken?†Amelie is jolted back into reality and as she is turning to look at the person, she realizes that there would be no crying on this flight. “Not at all… please sit…†She looks up at the person standing above her and her eyes widen as her breathing halts. He whispers, “Oh Thank you,†and sets his bag in the compartment above her. Amelie turns her head toward the window and whispers, “Oh my God!†Slowly, with a slight smile on her face, she peers clumsily at her issue of Vogue. She quickly turns the page realizing that the man on her lap is sitting an inch away from her. She realizes that she has a voyage of 9 hours still to go with the man who gave her her song.  What do you think? It was written early in the morning lol... sodon't be too harsh   WOW!! omg that is sooo good!!! You better carry on girl!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RosinaKiwi Posted June 20, 2007 Share Posted June 20, 2007 rosina more more more!!! im ddicted and in need of a fix! Â Â OK OK its coming! Â BonjourMika1990....what can i say WOW that was amaising!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
1kiwiabroad Posted June 20, 2007 Share Posted June 20, 2007 indeed. sorry to be push, oh furry one, but you have me addicted. you have many fans at my school...youre famous as the kiwi fanfic writer. many of my friends like yours the most ( NO OFFENCE TO OTHERS, im sure its just chicken that keeps em haginin on!) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RosinaKiwi Posted June 20, 2007 Share Posted June 20, 2007 indeed. sorry to be push, oh furry one, but you have me addicted. you have many fans at my school...youre famous as the kiwi fanfic writer. many of my friends like yours the most ( NO OFFENCE TO OTHERS, im sure its just chicken that keeps em haginin on!) Â Im famous? It really is coming! real soon! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
1kiwiabroad Posted June 20, 2007 Share Posted June 20, 2007 you are indeed! the bringer of thr concept of 'chicken' to mika fanfics - geneous! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RosinaKiwi Posted June 20, 2007 Share Posted June 20, 2007 have you notced random mika quotes in my story.....ones he says in songs or interviews! nobody seems to have noticed....maybe im too good at hiding them!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
1kiwiabroad Posted June 20, 2007 Share Posted June 20, 2007 no, ive noticed. and laughed VERY HARD!! keep it up, it is subtle! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RosinaKiwi Posted June 20, 2007 Share Posted June 20, 2007 oh good, you noticed, was trying to make it sutle so that people wouldnt notice if they red it fast! you know skim read it! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
1kiwiabroad Posted June 20, 2007 Share Posted June 20, 2007 hehe - theyre well hidden, but being a fanatic, i found em! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BonjourMika1990 Posted June 20, 2007 Author Share Posted June 20, 2007 OH wow this is therapy... lol mine will be here soon ... I saw Paris Je'Taime a couple nights ago and what can I say, I was inspired Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
1kiwiabroad Posted June 20, 2007 Share Posted June 20, 2007 can't wait! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BonjourMika1990 Posted June 20, 2007 Author Share Posted June 20, 2007 Ok here it is... it's still at the getting to know you phase by the way It's a very gentle story...  PART 2 Mika sits patiently waiting for the plane to take off as he drums his fingers over his arm rest. He gazes over at what Amelie is “reading†and says, “OH… Is that the July issue?†She responds, “Hmmm? Oh… yeah it… it is.†“Do you mind if I read it when you’re done?†“No not at all… here you can take it now. I was just about to listen to my ipod anyway.†She smiles and gives him the magazine. He thanks her warmly and fumbles through the index. He has found his article and is reading it with a slight smile on his face. Mean while, Amelie puts her ipod in and turns the power on. The little gadget was set to shuffle and the volume was full blast. Out arose from the tiny speakers, “LOVE TODAY,†sending her back in her chair with a jolt of shock. She quickly pauses the song and turns to face MIKA who is giggling hysterically at her. “Hey that’s my song!†“Oh uh yeah… I know…†Amelie can feel her ears warming and her heart thumping. “Awww you’re actually turning pink!†“I am?!†“Yeah… really really pink!†Amelie giggles a little more as Mika smiles cutely at her. He ponders her face for a moment… “What’s your name?†“Amelie.†“Amelie… I love that name… have we met before? Are you an actress?†“No… well… I’m trying to be.†“You look so familiar…†“Well we’ve met before.†“I knew it! Where?†“ Your first Chicago gig five years ago… I mean you probably don’t remember me anyways… I was…†“You were little than.†“What?†“No I mean you were younger.†“Yeah… Well I was 16.†“I remember your face.†Mika looks hard into her eyes… just thinking. Amelie plays with the ring on her finger while avoiding his stare. “ Ahhh… so you’re engaged.†“What? Oh… yeah… well, no. I mean… Not anymore.†With this, Amelie turns to look at him… her eyes are beginning to tear. Mika is looking into her small face genuinely concerned. “Oh… hey are you ok? I didn’t mean to…†“No I’m fine… it’s just… well, he… he… died last month… I just can’t bring myself to take the ring off.†“ I’m so sorry.†“ I know it seems silly to still wear it but… I just…†“It’s not silly at all… it’s beautiful.†Mika turns his trouser pockets inside out and pulls out a hot pink hanky… “Here… I have something for you.†He takes the hanky turning her head towards him and cutely wipes her face with it. Amelie can’t help but giggle in disbelief. “I can’t believe this is happening.†“What’s that?†Mika is concentrating on not wiping her mascara off. “ I’ve known you for 5 minutes and you’ve already seen me cry.†“But you’re wrong… I feel like I’ve known you forever.†He hands the hanky to her and she puts it in her clutch. “So, what brings you here to Paris Mika?†“Oh you know… touring and what not.†“Right…so now you’re heading for your European tour in the carribean?†“HUH? Oh… uh well I’m kinda taking a mini vacation.†“You escaped didn’t you?†Mika giggles breathlessly. “Yeah, how’d you know?†“I just did.†Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RosinaKiwi Posted June 20, 2007 Share Posted June 20, 2007 wow its beginning though! Â 1kiwiabroard i think i got competition with this one lol, its a good one! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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