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Sun, 21 Jun 2009 14:31:10 GMT

Saw it last night. It was fantastic. Can someone PLEASE talk to me about it?

- Rachel

HEROES

Tue, 28 Apr 2009 02:22:05 GMT

If anyone is a Heroes fan and just watched the season finale, PLEASE talk to me. Right now. Seriously. I'm dying here.

Wow. This sucks.

Mon, 06 Apr 2009 17:16:23 GMT

Happy Monday.

Not.

Okay, so, it's my spring break, and today(Monday, April 6)I was supposed to get on a plane with my sister and go to Florida for the week to visit my grandparents.

HOWEVER Mother Nature had different plans. All planes have been canceled due to weather(rainstorms and hurricanes) on the east coast. It's been rescheduled for tomorrow, but it's one less day I get to spend by the ocean and on the beach.

ADDITIONALLY, I'm sick. Joy.

Seriously. This S-U-C-K-S.

On the bright side(which is funny - it's really gray out), I get to wacth movies and eat comfort food all day. Huzzah!

- Rachel

A Candle in the Dark

Wed, 25 Mar 2009 01:44:53 GMT

Author: authorartist94
Rating: PG-13 (Violence, sexual themes)
Disclaimer: I own all of the characters. Oh wow, that feels good to say.
Notes: BEWARE. This is a HOLOCAUST story. If that for some reason bothers or upsets you in any way, DO NOT READ IT.

AS I SAID: THIS IS A HOLOCAUST STORY. It contains violence. Not horrible blood and gore or even descriptions, but death, and the use of weapons. If that offends you in any way, click the back button. Now. You have been warned.

So, this was an assignment for school. Write a short story, between 2-8 pages long. That's the part I had trouble with, but I managed. *sheepish grin*

It is a Holocaust story, but it's also a love story. Based loosely on West Side Story and Romeo and Juliet. I am a hopeless romantic at heart. Enough from me. Onto the story!

Enjoy!

A Candle in the Dark

I live in a world of horror, of filth, of despair; a world in which death is constant, and fear is never ending. Hate emanates from every pore, and compassion, love, and happiness are faint outlines of shadows on the foggy horizon.

It must have been nearly three o’clock the morning, and yet there I lay, unable to sleep. I stared at the ceiling, my mind bubbling like boiling water. The thoughts came, one after the other, unyielding in their attempts to keep me from closing my eyes.

Why is this happening? What did I do to deserve this? What did we do to deserve this?

The feeling of relaxation I had felt a moment ago dissipated, only to be replaced by red-hot anger. It infected my entire being without any warning and I shoved my hand into my mouth and bit down to keep from screaming. I felt moisture on my cheeks and was horrified to find that I was crying. I believed that my tear ducts had dried up, I had cried so much lately. There were no more tears in the world; they had all been used up.

A small voice floated up from the bunk underneath mine. “Lea?” it said tentatively, quietly; a whisper even in the silence of the black night.

“Mm?” I mumbled, pulling my throbbing hand out of my mouth and wiping the tears away.

“I’m scared,” Aiya said softly.

I leaned over the edge of the bed, tilting my head upside down so I could see my little sister.
Her ten-year-old body was curled up into a ball, the blue scrap of cloth that had once been part of her favorite blanket clutched tightly to her chest.

I twisted my body and leapt off of the bed, landing soundlessly on the rigid mattress below. I knelt beside my sister, whose body shook with soundless sobs, and pulled her into my embrace. The blonde-streaked, light brown hair that we shared tangled together as we lay on the bed, giving as much comfort to the other as we could possibly bear.

“It’ll be okay,” I murmured, tears balanced precariously on the edge of my own blue eyes. “It’ll be okay,”

I hated myself for lying to her.

I think back to when I had first arrived.

We stood in a line, in more pain and more petrified than any of us could ever have conceived of being. And the real hell hadn’t even begun yet.

The man grinned, a sick, maniacal grin, and said in a rough voice, “Welcome to Auschwitz.”

I think back to the first time I had felt true, real, heartbreaking sorrow.

Everyone knew what the two directions meant. Sent to the left; the work camps. Sent to the right; the gas chambers.

The males and females stood in two separate lines. Aiya stood behind me, her small hand clasped in my own. I glanced at the line beside ours, where my two brothers stood. Aaron, my lanky, older brother, stood straight and tall, nearly six feet at his age of nineteen. I saw a small flicker of fear in his dark eyes, and it terrified me. I had rarely seen him truly scared before in my life.

Aaron stood in front of my younger brother, Elijah, Aiya’s twin. He trembled, either from the chilling wind or from dread; I didn’t know. The mixed look of panic and sadness on the twin’s faces matched.

A name that I knew better than my own was called out and it seemed that time slowed down.

Joseph Libermann.

My father.

My siblings and I froze, and in that instant, we all knew the outcome. We were just too cowardly to admit it to ourselves. My face whitened in apprehension and Aiya squeezed my hand until it was numb.

The soldier pointed to the right.

My heart shattered.

I heard a cry break out from somewhere in the line ahead of me, and recognized the voice as my mother’s. Her weeping echoed in my ears, large, gasping sobs ripping from her chest as she lost the man with whom she had spent the last fifty years of her life with.

Not a minute later, another familiar name was called.

Abigail Libermann.

My mother wiped away her tears and stalked up to the soldiers to meet her fate.

A single finger pointed right, and I felt my already broken heart crack yet again.

As my sister wrapped her thin arms around my waist and sobbed into the back of my shirt, I glanced over at my brothers. Elijah was shaking violently, water pouring down his face. And Aaron; steadfast, valiant, fearless Aaron; my stone cold eldest brother; was reduced to tears.

Unable to hold back any longer, my eyes glazed over and the tears finally fell.

I think back to the first time we met.

After weeks of working until our hands were hard with blisters and our feet bled through the rags we wrapped around them; after weeks of being abused both verbally and physically by soldiers; after weeks of watching our family and friends be murdered in front of us; I believed that kindness, humanity and love were nonexistent. They couldn’t possibly exist in a place such as this.

I was proven wrong the moment I looked into his eyes.

I think back to the first time I heard his name.

We were in a line, headed back to our living quarters, when I saw him, standing nearby, staring at me with a look in his eyes that I couldn’t identify. Another soldier ran over to him, and yelled, “Anton!”

The name rang through my head, beautiful, and wonderful, and magnificent, and perfect.

Anton stared at me still, not even looking at his friend while he talked to him. My eyes didn’t leave his until he was out of my sight.

I think back to the first time he watched me sleep.

I was exhausted; I felt as if I had aged fifty years in the past month. I felt much too tired and much more mature than my sixteen years should have allowed. I had collapsed onto the bed and fallen asleep instantaneously. I woke up what seemed like thirty seconds later to find tears falling in waves from my eyes. Still half-asleep, I glanced around the room frantically. I could only see fuzzy outlines. I sensed a presence nearby and turned. I saw a soldier standing not three feet away, staring at me.

I’m dreaming, I thought, preparing myself for the crushing pain and fear that came every time I saw a German soldier in uniform. I’m still dreaming.

Miraculously, it never came. Rather, a soothing effect took over my body and I felt calm, like a cool breeze had wafted over me. As I slipped into unconsciousness, the image of the soldier burned into the back of my eyelids, I could only think of one word to describe the feeling.

Safe.

He returned every night after that, just to watch me sleep.

I think back to the first time he held me.

He had climbed onto the bed without a sound, and sat on the edge, stroking my hair, looking at me with the same expression he had in his eyes the day I had learned his name. I could now identify it as love.

He motioned for me to move over, and he lay beside me, encircling me with his lean, strong arms, my face pressed into his chest. I held onto him tightly, afraid that if I let go he’d evaporate into thin air, and I would be alone. He whispered in my ear, “I love you.”

I slept soundly for the first time in months.

I think back to the first time he kissed me.

It was nighttime again, and I waited restlessly on my bed, eyes and ears open wide. I heard the door creaking and jolted up in bed to see him, only him. His dark, curly hair bounced slightly as he walked towards me, and held out his hand to help me down. He handed me a jacket and boots to pull on over the rags I wore, so I would not be recognized. He took my hand, and we tip-toed outside. We ran through the moonlight, bathed in silver, until we reached an alley out of the view of anyone who should pass by. He smiled, the flecks of gold in his green eyes sparkling. My heart sped up as he placed his hands on my cheeks and bent down to gently place his lips on mine.

I think back to the first time he made love to me.

He came to get me earlier than usual, and we walked slowly, hand in hand, across the grounds. I looked up, expecting to see the moon, but it wasn’t in its usual place in the night sky. Anton looked up and told me that it was a new moon; the beginning of a new cycle in the phases of the silvery orb that hung in the sky every night. When we reached his cabin he stood before the door, and told me that if I wasn’t comfortable with this, then it wouldn’t happen. I smiled shyly at him and pushed my hair out of my face, muttering that I had never wanted anything more than this before in my life. He grinned coyly and pushed the door open. We entered and he locked the door behind him. My heart fluttered in excitement and anxiety. He treaded softly over to me, and kissed me, softly at first, but then deeply and passionately. I lost control of my body, and I surrendered to the new, mysterious, miraculous feelings.

We made love in his bed, beside the window, in the darkness of the new moon.

I think back to the first time he betrayed me.

A revolution had been brewing. The men had been planning something, something big ever since our arrival. And it was on this particular evening that it broke out; and all hell broke loose.

It was sunset. We had just finished work for the day and were headed to roll call when bang sounded. The prisoners pulled rocks and small daggers out f their clothing and ran towards the soldiers. I grabbed Aiya and Elijah by the hand and sprinted into the nearest alley, where we took cover.

We watched in silence as the horror unfolded before us. The German soldiers were greatly outnumbered, but they had more advanced weapons. Jews were dropping like flies.

I watched as Aaron ran over to a soldier, brandishing a silver dagger that glinted in the evening sun. I heard a gunshot, and watched in shock as Aaron fell to the ground, motionless. I twisted my head to find my brother’s murderer, hatred in my eyes.

No, I thought, as I looked upon the killer. Not him. Anyone but him.

And despite how much I wanted to, I couldn’t hate the soldier who had killed my brother.

I loved him too much.

I think back to the first time he broke my heart.

That night, when he came, I was curled up on my bed, eyes wet and heart throbbing. He looked at me with a pained expression, a mix between pity and worry, and lifted me off of the bed. He cradled me in his arms as he carried me all the way back to his cabin. When I showed signs of worry, he assured me that no one was there; they were all out playing cards and drinking. He lay me down on his bed, wrapped me in a blanket and promised me he would return soon. He planted a kiss on my forehead before he left. I lay there, feeling numb. I didn’t know how long I was there for, but when he returned a burst of anger exploded in my chest and I jumped up, peppering him with punches.

“You killed him! You killed my brother! You killed him!” I yelled, hitting him as hard as I could. I became frustrated when he looked down at me with the same pained expression and he grabbed my hands, easily restraining me. I continued to sob as he tenderly pulled me into his arms and kissed the top of my head.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered again and again. “I’m so sorry,”

My heart broke a little bit more every time he said it.

I think back to the first time he protected me.

They had come for me in the middle of the night, when everyone was asleep. It was a full moon, and I reminisced about the times we spent in the moonlight, together. I tried to keep the bad thoughts at bay, but I wasn’t able to. They came streaming into my mind like a snake through water.

They had found out. They had found out about us. And now they were going to kill me.

The General led us, along with a group of five soldiers into a dark, dank alley. The soldiers blocked the entrance of the alley, giving us no way to escape. Anton held my hand tightly,
giving me silent consolations.

“Either you kill her,” the General said, holding a gun in his hand. “Or I kill you both. It’s up to you.”

Anton stared at the General in absolute revulsion. He shook his head slightly and moved in front of me, blocking my body from harm.

The General shrugged. “Have it your way,” he said, and cocked the pistol.

Anton looked down at me, absolute devotion and adoration in his eyes. And I knew right then that he would die for me, and I for him.

And that’s why I did what I did.

In a moment of passion, I shoved Anton with all of my strength, and he stumbled away. There was no longer a barrier between the weapon and I. The gun was aimed directly at me.

I live in a world of horror, of filth, of despair; a world in which death is constant, and fear is never ending. Hate emanates from every pore, and compassion, love, and happiness are faint
outlines of shadows on the foggy horizon.

That’s what I had believed; before I met him. And then my entire world; everything I had known, everything I believed in; was thrown into the dark depths of the universe, spinning and twirling through the never ending night. I was changed. The world as I knew it imploded. And the feelings I had believed to be frozen, absent from the lives we led in the concentration camp, resurfaced. I could laugh again, I could feel again. I could love again. And I did.

As I stare into the barrel of the gun that will kill me, I remember. I reflect.

We had only had firsts; little did we know that they had been both our firsts and our lasts.

But I don’t have any regrets. I lived. I loved. And I am content.

And yet, I am terrified, more terrified than I’ve ever been. Because I don’t know what comes next. I am familiar with this world, I know what will happen, I know what each day brings. Life is constant, life is unchanging. It is safe here. Going into the unknown is both petrifying and exhilarating at the same time.

The shot rings out.

“NO!” Anton’s voice, layered in horror and pain, cries out, sweet and pure to my ears.

Hot, pain, burning, red, and all of a sudden I can’t see, I’m panicking, Anton, where is Anton, I can’t see, it’s dark, and the pain, it burns, it burns, I can’t see, where is Anton…

I feel cool hands cradling me, holding me. And I relax. My mind clears.

A whisper in my ear, laden with tears, “It’s okay, Lea,” it says, “Relax, love. It’s okay.

It’ll be…” A sob. “Okay. We’ll be together soon. I love you.”

As I slip into the blackness, I hear another shot. And then…nothing.

Fin.

ATTENTION

Tue, 24 Mar 2009 20:40:51 GMT

Hi. Um, I just had a question. Or several, rather. 1. I've been working on a short story for English. It's on the sensitive subject of the Holocaust. Should I post it? 2. Is there some sort of rule against posting it? 3. How's everyone doin' tonight? Anyways, sorry I've been comatose the past few weeks. I've been busy with school and such. Promise to get my butt into gear soon. Give me feedback ASAP? I'd like to post this, if you guys want me too.

GRIN

Thu, 05 Mar 2009 03:30:25 GMT

Well, I feel very accomplished.

First, thank you to everyone who has left such positive remarks on my stories, I am so happy to find out that I am not a horrible writer! *phew* I just want to extend my gratitude to everyone on LJ who has welcomed me with open arms. You guys are all amazing. Thank you thank you THANK YOU to the moon and stars and back.

The cheesiness is out of my system now. I owe you all for putting up with it. Back to my cynical and sarcastic self. *Dons sarcastic smirk and black cape whilst practicing evil laugh in the mirror*

Secondly, does anyone know who Ani DiFranco is? An amazing musician, check her out on youtube if you don't already know of her. Reason for random mention of Ani: I'm brainstorming about a fic to one of her songs. I won't say which one. It'll be a surprise. I have 2 ideas for stories scrambling around my head right now. I'll *hopefully* get to them over the weekend.

Thoughts?

- Rachel

The Maple Tree

Wed, 04 Mar 2009 20:05:20 GMT

Author: authorartist94
Rating: PG (Just to be safe)
Notes: Ugh. This story was a bitch to write. Hope you all enjoy it. Thanks so much to sumthnwicked for all of her help and support! It's greatly appreciated.
*Who knows what the title is sorta kinda based on a little bit?*
Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked. Isn't it sad?

The Maple Tree

Oz in the springtime was exhilarating. It was beautiful and it was entrancing, but most of all, it was colorful. The pale blue sky, the bright pink, golden and violet wildflowers that dotted the fields, the red of new berries and apples, and the occasional cardinal (or Cardinal) and of course, the entirety of Oz was as green as the Emerald City itself.

So Elphaba fit right in.

On this particular spring day, she and Galinda were relaxing beneath the maple tree beside the lake. They were sitting on a patchwork quilt that belonged to Elphaba, and the blonde had been surprised to find that it was not one of the green girl’s trademark colors, such as brown or navy, but rather a myriad of different tints and shades.

“That quilt is yours, Elphie?” She had asked.

“Yes, why?”

A confused look took over her features. “It’s not gray.”

Elphaba had chuckled quietly. “Glad to see you’re not colorblind.”

They sat on the quilt in different positions. Elphaba, always the intellectual, sat cross legged on the side of the quilt furthest from the tree, with a book in her lap. Due to the downward tilt of her head, her glasses slid off of her face, and she would constantly have to readjust them.

Galinda, on the other hand, lay opposite her roommate, on the side of the quilt that was closer to the tree. She stretched out on her back, feet dangling in the air, looking up through the leaves of the tree at the puffy white clouds in the sky.

Every so often, the two girls would glance at each other, eyes that matched the clear spring sky meeting dark brown ones the color of chocolate. A grin would appear on both of their faces, and they would return to their respective activities.

When the silence became too much to bear, Galinda sat up on her elbows and announced, “I’m bored.”

Silence.

“I said, I’m bored.”

Once again, Elphaba didn’t react.

“Elphie!” Galinda yelled.

The green girl jumped. “Sweet Oz, Galinda, what’s wrong?”

Galinda giggled. “I’m bored.”

Elphaba’s incredulous eyes hardened into a glare of annoyance. “And what do you expect me to do about your predicament?

“Entertain me!”

A blank stare. “How?”

“Hm…” Galinda sat up, crossing her legs. “Well…we could…play a game!”

“I’m not big on games.”

“Truth and dare is fun, Elphie.”

“Oh, of course, until someone gives you some inane dare to run through the campus naked or shave your head.”

“Alright, no games. How about…we tell each other secrets?” Galinda opened her mouth to speak, but Elphaba held up a hand to silence her.

“I know, I know, you’re going to marry Fiyero, and he doesn’t know yet. Your favorite color is pink. You like rainbows.”

Galinda felt her cheeks flood with color, surprised and somehow touched that Elphie had remembered those insignificant details of her life.

Elphaba didn’t notice, too preoccupied with her monologue. “Do you want to know some of my secrets? My father hates me; I believe we’ve covered that. I’m green,” She gestured to herself curtly. “In case it isn’t apparent. What else could you possibly want to know? My favorite color is navy, I love autumn but hate the summertime, I despise the rain, my favorite food is tomato soup, and I love to read, but my blonde roommate insists on bothering me on a daily basis.” Elphaba fixed Galinda with a withering stare.

A single tear slipped down the smaller girl’s cheek.

Elphaba noticed, and softened. “If it’s any consolation, I…” She paused, seeming to be struggling with her words. “…I enjoy spending time with my bothersome blonde roommate.” She said the phrase quickly, shooting the crying girl an uncertain, lopsided grin a moment later.

Galinda wiped the tear away and smiled softly. “Fine, you stubborn green thing. Return to your literature, I’ll entertain myself.”

Elphaba was submerged in her book before Galinda even finished the sentence, a wave of dark hair acting as a curtain to hide her face behind. The blonde girl had noticed the cause for Elphie’s sudden barrier; a slight blush in her emerald cheeks.

Hm…she pondered, but soon her boredom got the better of her and she lost her focus.
Galinda looked around at her surroundings. She could go swimming in the lake, but she hadn’t brought a bathing suit with her, and she preferred not to be seen in her underclothes in public. She looked up at the sky, wishing that she could just float on a cloud, or just float through the sky. Bubbles float. The stray thought passed through her mind so quickly she barely registered it.

Her crystal blue eyes fell onto the large maple tree before her. Like a bolt of lightning, an idea hit her.

Galinda stood up abruptly, pulling off her 4 inch heels that made her almost as tall as her verdant roomie. Almost. She threw the pink heels onto the quilt after nearly toppling over during her shoe removing escapades. And she approached the tree.

Elphaba looked up to see the 4’ 11” blonde girl attempting to climb the 50 foot tall maple tree, and all of a sudden felt a pinprick of nervousness in her stomach.

“Miss Galinda,” she said in smooth, even tones, not displaying her uneasiness. “I don’t suggest climbing the tree. You’ll most likely fall and damage yourself in some way.”

The blonde rolled her eyes. “Relax, Elphie, I’ll be perfectly fine.”

“You could break a bone, a very painful experience, so I hear.”

Galinda looked less than impressed.

Elphaba thought quickly, trying to come up with a reason besides physical harm that would convince the smaller girl to not carry out her plan. An idea popped into her head. “You could muss up your hair.” She paused, trying her damndest not to laugh at the horrified look on the other girls face. “You might even break a nail.”

Galinda gasped and held up her right hand, examining it. A sad, nostalgic look fell over her face as she considered the horrible ramifications.

We’ve been through so much together… she thought, staring at her pink painted nails.

Then, realizing the ridiculous of it all, she giggled and looked at Elphaba. “Oh, don’t tease. Nothing will happen.”

“It’s your blood on the ground.”

Galinda shivered involuntarily. She took a deep, steadying breath and began to climb.

Elphaba turned her attention to her novel, but glanced up every few seconds to check that no harm had come to the blonde girl.

The concern was not required. Galinda climbed the tree as naturally as any monkey (or Monkey) would. She was about 15 feet above the ground when an earsplitting crackling broke through the quiet.

The noise caught Elphaba’s attention, and she looked up and absorbed the horrifying sight of her roommate standing on the very branch that was breaking. Galinda’s terrified face stared down at her, and the situation became even worse when Elphaba realized she couldn’t do anything to help.

Then, as if in slow motion, the branch broke, and the blonde girl plummeted to the ground, too petrified to even scream.

And all Elphie could do was watch.

Galinda hit the ground with a thump, the branch hitting a split second after. She had enough time to cover her head as the wood split into several pieces, tiny splinters ricocheting everywhere.

Elphaba jumped up with inhuman speed, causing her glasses and book to go flying. She ran over to the smaller girl, looking around frantically for serious injuries. She saw that there was no excessive amount of blood, and took a breath, realizing that she had stopped breathing ever since the branch had broken. After realizing that Galinda was not in fatal danger, Elphaba took another look at the smaller girl, with her hair messy and full of twigs, and her dress spotted with dirt, and burst out laughing. Seeing little Miss Pink and Perfect with mussed hair and wrinkled clothing was too much. But when Galinda turned and looked up at the taller girl with tears spilling over the brims of her blue eyes, Elphaba’s cackling stopped immediately.

“Oh no…Galinda, I’m so sor…are you hurt?” She knelt beside the wounded girl, but the blonde turned her head away, tears running freely down her face. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…I didn’t know…Galinda…” Elphie stuttered, unsure of what to do. Then her maternal instincts, that she had acquired from the years of taking care of Nessa, kicked in. “Galinda, come on, let me help…where are you hurt? Talk to me.”

The smaller girl’s body was wracked with sobs, and she shook her head spastically. Doing the only thing she could think of, Elphaba pulled the smaller girl into her arms and hugged her. Galinda clung to the green girl as if her life depended on it. A thought crossed Elphaba’s mind that she would get burned by the tears, but she ignored it. It didn’t matter. Elphaba waited patiently as Galinda cried, and when the sobs began to settle, she whispered, “Come, let’s get you off of the hard ground.”

She began to stand, only to find that the blonde girl didn’t let go of her as expected, but rather snaked her small arms around the taller girl’s waist. Elphaba found that Galinda was stronger than she appeared, and carefully placed a long, lanky arm around her roommate’s thin shoulders as not too hurt her. She led the way to the blanket, and gently sat the two of them down. Galinda snuggled closer to the green girl, the tears still streaming silently.

“It hurts, Elphie.” She sobbed.

Elphaba placed both arms around the blonde and pulled her closer. “I know.”

“Will…will you…”

She rested her chin on the top of Galinda’s head. “Anything.”

“Kiss it and make it better?”

Elphaba felt like she had been punched in the stomach. She lifted her head and looked down at the girl in her arms. Galinda stared up at her innocently, a mixed look of hurt and hope in her crystal eyes. Elphaba let go of the blonde girl and back away quickly, leaving Galinda stunned and confused.

Elphaba’s thoughts were in turmoil. She didn’t know what to do. One part of her insisted that she do whatever need be done to comfort her roommate who had just fallen out of a tree, but another part of her argued that she could get herself hurt in the process. Elphaba kept to herself for exactly these reasons. She felt that getting too attached to a certain person or object could hurt her. Whatever she did to comfort her roommate could have terrible repercussions. Galinda could be taking advantage of her.

It was quite unexpected when her hot, bubbling brain suddenly froze, and a single stream of words that didn’t come from her conscious mind appeared in her head.

Maybe I don’t mind being taken advantage of. For her sake; she needs me right now.

Elphaba shook her head a few times, trying to clear it.

Where in Oz did that come from?

The green girl took a deep breath and inched towards Galinda, who had pulled her legs up to her chest and curled into a ball. The taller girl knelt beside the blonde, placing a verdant hand on each of the other girls’ knees. Red-rimmed blue eyes glanced up.

“Where does it hurt?” Elphaba whispered.

Galinda spoke softly, voice laden with tears. “My shin,”

Elphaba, heart beating rapidly, moved forward and lifted the edge of Galinda’s dress. She observed her wounded legs, and leaned down to place her lips against the bloody cut on Galinda’s lower leg. The blonde girl’s leg twitched, but Elphaba had a tight grip on the ankle, preventing Galinda’s foot from giving her a rather nasty black eye.

“My knee,”

Elphaba crossed to the opposite leg, moving up and placing a kiss on the scratched and muddy skin of the pale pink knee.

“My hands,”

The green girl reached out and took Galinda’s hands in her own, bending her head and placing butterfly kisses on each torn up palm.

“I…I think I hit my head,”

Elphaba placed her hands on the blonde girl’s face and kissed the top of Galinda’s head, leaving her lips there afterwards. “Is that all?” she murmured against the blonde hair, thumbs stroking the sides of Galinda’s face. The green fingers burned from the tears, but it went unnoticed.

“My lips,” Galinda breathed.

Elphaba moved her face so their eyes were level, and ever so gently pressed a kiss to Galinda’s lips.

For a sheer moment they held the kiss, and then they both pulled away, blushing. They gently pressed their foreheads together. Elphaba removed one hand from the blonde girl’s face, feeling overheated. She left the other, which Galinda placed her small hand over. The other pale hand found its way to the back of the green girl’s neck.

“Is it all better?” Elphie asked quietly, the slightest hint of a smile gracing her lips.

Galinda nodded, and giggled softly. “I can’t believe I fell out of a tree.”

Elphaba smirked. “I told you so.”

“Oh, Elphie,” Galinda smiled despite herself. “Shut up.”

Pink lips leaned forward and touched green ones for the second time that day.

Gelphie

Mon, 02 Mar 2009 03:13:30 GMT

I just realized. All of my ideas for Gelphie stories are different scenarios of their first kiss. That sucks! I have no original ideas. I'm a failure. Yay.
*slams head against wall repeatedly*

-Rachel

* New story within the next 24 hours. Keep your eyes open.

Movies

Wed, 25 Feb 2009 21:04:19 GMT

Stole from chenzel_lover. SUPPOSEDLY if you've seen over 85 movies, you have no life. I don't believe this, but this is fun. I added some essential movies onto the list. Mark the ones you've seen. Have fun!

(x) Juno
(x) Across the Universe
(x) Repo! The Genetic Opera
(x) Rent
(x) The Breakfast Club
(x) Kate and Leopold
(x) Slumdog Millionaire
(x) Pride and Prejudice
() Milk
() Doubt
(x) The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants
(x) the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2
(x) Twilight
(x) The Secret Life of Bees
(x) A League of Their Own
(x) Anne of Green Gables
(x) Running on Empty
() Rocky Horror Picture Show
() Grease
(x) Pirates of the Caribbean
(x) Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man's Chest
(x) Pirates of the Caribbean 3: At World's End
() Boondock Saints
() Fight Club
() Pan's Labyrinth
() Starsky and Hutch
(x) Neverending Story
() Blazing Saddles
() Airplane
(x) The Princess Bride
() AnchorMan
(x) Napoleon Dynamite
() Labyrinth
() Saw
() Saw II
() Saw III
() Saw IV
() White Noise
() White Oleander
() Anger Management
(x) 50 First Dates
(x) The Princess Diaries
(x) The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement
() Scream
() Scream 2
() Scream 3
() Scary Movie
() Scary Movie 2
() Scary Movie 3
() Scary Movie 4
() American Pie
() American Pie 2
() American Wedding
() American Pie Band Camp
(x) Harry Potter 1
(x) Harry Potter 2
(x) Harry Potter 3
(x) Harry Potter 4
(x) Harry Potter 5
() Resident Evil 1
() Resident Evil 2
() The Wedding Singer
() Little Black Book
() The Village
(x) Lilo & Stitch
(x) Finding Nemo
(x) The Incredibles
(x) Finding Neverland
() Signs
(x) The Grinch that Stole Christmas
() Texas Chainsaw Massacre
() Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning
() White Chicks
() Butterfly Effect
(x) 13 Going on 30
() I, Robot
(x) Robots
(x) Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story
() Universal Soldier
(x) Lemony Snicket: A Series Of Unfortunate Events
() Along Came Polly
() Deep Impact
() KingPin
() Never Been Kissed
() Meet The Parents
() Meet the Fockers
() Eight Crazy Nights
() Joe Dirt
() KING KONG
(x) A Cinderella Story
() Another Cinderella Story
() The Terminal
(x) The Lizzie McGuire Movie
() Passport to Paris
(x) Dumb & Dumber
(x) Dumber & Dumberer
() Final Destination
() Final Destination 2
() Final Destination 3
() Halloween
() The Ring
() The Ring 2
() Surviving Christmas
() Flubber
() Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle
() Practical Magic
(x) Chicago
() Ghost Ship
() From Hell
() Hellboy
() Secret Window
() I Am Sam
() The Whole Nine Yards
() The Whole Ten Yards
(x) The Day After Tomorrow
() Child's Play
() Seed of Chucky
() Bride of Chucky
() Ten Things I Hate About You
() Just Married
() Gothika
() Nightmare on Elm Street
() Sixteen Candles
(x) Remember the Titans
() Coach Carter
() The Grudge
() The Grudge 2
()The Mask
() Son Of The Mask
() Bad Boys
() Bad Boys 2
() Joy Ride
() Lucky Number Seven
(x) Ocean's Eleven
(x) Ocean's Twelve
() Ocean's Thirteen
() Bourne Identity
() Bourne Supremecy
() Bourne Ultimatum
() Lone Star
() Bedazzled
() Predator I
() Predator II
() The Fog
(x) Ice Age
(x) Ice Age 2: The Meltdown
() Curious George
() Independence Day
() Cujo
() A Bronx Tale
() Darkness Falls
() Christine
(x) ET
() Children of the Corn
() My Bosses Daughter
() Maid in Manhattan
() War of the Worlds
() Rush Hour
() Rush Hour 2
() Best Bet
(x) How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
() She's All That
() Calendar Girls
() Sideways
() Mars Attacks
() Event Horizon
(x) Ever After
(x) Wizard of Oz
() Forrest Gump
() Big Trouble in Little China
() The Terminator
() The Terminator 2
() The Terminator 3
(x) X-Men
(x) X2
(x) X-3
() Spider-Man
() Spider-Man 2
() Spider-Man 3
(x) Sky High
() Jeepers Creepers
() Jeepers Creepers 2
(x) Catch Me If You Can
(x) The Little Mermaid
(x) Aladdin
(x) Tarzan
(x) Beauty and the Beast
(x) Sleeping Beauty
(x) Cinderella
(x) Peter Pan
(x) Anastasia
(x) Mulan
(x) Robin Hood
(x) The Lion King
(x) Ratatouille
(x) Enchanted
(x) Spirited Away
(x) Snow White
(x) Pinocchio
(x) Fantasia
(x) Bambi
(x) The Fox and the Hound
(x) The Great Mouse Detective
(x) The Jungle Book
(x) Alice in Wonderland
(x) Lady and the Tramp
(x) 101 Dalmations
(x) Pocahontas
(x) Hercules
(x) The Hunchback of Notre Dame
(x) Treasure Planet
(x) A Bug's Life
(x) Toy Story
(x) Toy Story 2
(x) Kim Possible: A Sitch in Time
(x) National Treasure
() National Treasure 2
(x) Camp Rock
(x) High School Musical
(x) High School Musical 2
(x) High School Musical 3
(x) Happy Halloween, Charlie Brown!
(x) Happy Thanksgiving, Charlie Brown!
(x) Merry Christmas, Charlie Brown!
(x) Freaky Friday
() Reign of Fire
() The Skulls
() Cruel Intentions
() Cruel Intentions 2
() The Hot Chick
(x) Shrek
(x) Shrek 2
(x) Shrek 3
() Swimfan
() Miracle on 34th street
() Old School
() The Notebook
() K-Pax
() Krippendorf's Tribe
() A Walk to Remember
() Ice Castles
() Boogeyman
() The 40-year-old-virgin
() Lord of the Rings Fellowship of the Ring
() Lord of the Rings The Two Towers
() Lord of the Rings Return Of the King
(x) Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark
(x) Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom
() Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade
() Basketball
() Hostel
() Waiting for Guffman
() House of 1000 Corpses
() Devils Rejects
(x) Elf
() Highlander
() Mothman Prophecies
() American History X
() Three
() The Jacket
() Kung Fu Hustle
() Shaolin Soccer
() Night Watch
(x) Monsters Inc.
(x) Titanic
(x) Monty Python and the Holy Grail
() Shaun Of the Dead
() Willard
() High Tension
() Club Dread
() Hulk
() Dawn Of the Dead
(x) Hook
(x) Chronicle Of Narnia: The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe
(x) Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian
() 28 days later
() Orgazmo
() Phantasm
() Waterworld
() Kill Bill vol 1
() Kill Bill vol 2
() Mortal Kombat
() Wolf Creek
() Kingdom of Heaven
() the Hills Have Eyes
() I Spit on Your Grave aka the Day of the Woman
() The Last House on the Left
() Re-Animator
() Army of Darkness
(x) Star Wars Ep. I The Phantom Menace
(x) Star Wars Ep. II Attack of the Clones
(x) Star Wars Ep. III Revenge of the Sith
(x) Star Wars Ep. IV A New Hope
(x) Star Wars Ep. V The Empire Strikes Back
(x) Star Wars Ep. VI Return of the Jedi
() Ewoks Caravan Of Courage
() Ewoks The Battle For Endor
() The Matrix
() The Matrix Reloaded
() The Matrix Revolutions
() Animatrix
() Evil Dead
() Evil Dead 2
() Team America: World Police
() Red Dragon
() Silence of the Lambs
() Hannibal
(x) The Santa Clause
(x) The Santa Clause 2
() The Santa Clause 3
(x) The Man in the Iron Mask
(X) Funny Girl
() Funny Lady
(x) Yentl
(x) Moonstruck
() Shawshank Redemption
(x) Sound of Music
(x) Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
(x) Shakespeare in Love
(x) Sense and Sensibility
(x) Emma
(x) Dave
(x) Life is Beautiful
(x) It's a Wonderful Life
() City of Angels
(x) Bruce Almighty
(x) Evan Almighty
() Desperately Seeking Susan
() Twelve Angry Men
(x) On Golden Pond
(x) Driving Miss Daisy
(x) Little Miss Sunshine
() Rachel Getting Married
() Gone With the Wind
(x) Sleepless in Seattle
(x) Castaway
() Courage Under Fire
() Good Will Hunting
(x) Mrs. Doubtfire
(x) Tootsie
() The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
(x) What's Eating Gilbert Grape
(x) My Big Fat Greek Wedding
() Dead poet's Society
(x) Bridget Jone's Diary
() Impromptu
() Amadeus
(x) Just My Luck
(x) Confessions of a teenage Drama Queen
(x) The Parent Trap
(x) The Parent Trap(Lindsey Lohan)

Now take this, erase my answers and fill in your own!
When you're done, count up the number of movies you've seen and mark it down here.
It's out of 350.

Final Tally: 158/350

Books - A Gelphie Oneshot

Sun, 22 Feb 2009 10:40:25 GMT

Author: authorartist94
Rating: Low PG (Just to be safe)
Notes: My first Wicked fanfiction! Please comment! Let me know if I suck now, rather than letting me go through life in ignorance and having people snicker behind my back.
Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked, or Elphie, or Galinda, or any other characters. Gregory Maguire has that luxury.

Books - A Gelphie Oneshot

I muttered a word of thanks as the book I had dropped a moment ago was returned to my possession. The pale, pinkish hand that had previously held the novel dropped to the side of the blonde it belonged to.

“Elphie?”

I looked up into the sky blue eyes of my roommate. “Mm?”

"Why did you drop your book?"

Her question confused me, but my whirling mind came up with a sarcastic response just the same, and before I could stop myself, it came blurting out of my mouth.

“What in Oz’s name do you mean, Miss Galinda? Are humans not flawed? Though my lack of a normal skin tone may perplex people, I am human, I can promise you that.”

Galinda’s eyes narrowed and she frowned. “I’m not questioning your humanity, Miss Elphaba,” She said angrily, using my honorific in a mocking tone. “Only the reason for your sudden inability to hold onto your reading material.”

To be honest, I was surprised. Galinda was not one to make such brusque retorts. She didn’t madden easily, either. Her emotions came and went swiftly, like a strong wind, and required a sizeable stimulus, such as a remarkably snide comment from her verdant roommate.

I also realized that no matter how hard I thought, I could not recall what had motivated me to drop my book.

As predicted, Galinda’s anger went as soon as it had come and she settled herself at the foot of my bed.

“I only mean to say,” She began, and I focused my eyes on her. “That you tend to be more attentive when you’re reading, or doing other schoolwork. You usually aren’t so clumsy, so I assume there must be a reason.”

I looked at her, her wide eyes staring at me, unyielding, her perfectly plucked eyebrows raised, her lips positioned in a slight pout…

Then something in my brain clicked.

After reading a passage in my book that had been particularly interesting, I was pondering, looking around the room, vaguely registering what I saw. My eyes fell onto a strange sight; my petite, peppy roommate, sitting on her pink bed, clad in a matching pink nightgown. This was quite common. The strange part was that she was studying.

I watched in amazement, as her eyes, sparkling in the firelight, scanned the pages of the textbook she was observing, and the pen flew across parchment, leaving loopy, handwritten notes in its wake.

I watched her eyes, the fierceness and determination in them obvious even from across the room.

I watched her scrunch up her face in concentration, eyebrows coming together and a full blown pout gracing her lips.

I watched her lips, the way she softly bit the bottom lip, the way her small tongue stuck out from the corner of her mouth at random intervals.

I noted the fullness of her lips, the flawlessness, the way they were seemingly unaffected by the frigid weather, the color.

As I stared absentmindedly at her lips, I found myself wondering if pink really did go good with green…

And that’s when I had dropped my book.

My mind was blank. My eyes widened and I stuttered, “Um…well…I…ah…”

Galinda smirked, not obnoxiously, but a smirk nonetheless. “Why, Miss Elphaba,” she repositioned herself, now lying on her stomach with her legs moving lazily behind her. “I do believe I’ve never seen you at a loss for words. It’s refreshing.” The smirk vanished. “But it makes my interest in your reply even greater.”

I opened my mouth, prepared to lie to her face, but what spilled out was the truth.

“I was thinking about you.” I said quietly, a blush forming in my cheeks. I diverted my eyes to my worn book, still clutched in my folded hands. I felt her gaze on me, and raised my eyes slightly. She was staring, with a relatively calm expression, but a sense of bewilderedness was emanating from her. She was in a different position now, sitting up, leaning back on her heels. Her hands were clasped together, resting in her lap, and her head was tilted slightly to the side. Feeling self conscious, I brought my legs up to my chest, resting my chin on my right knee and wrapping my arms around myself, never breaking the gaze.

“Do you think about me a lot?” she questioned, fear and confusion radiating from the both of us.

“I suppose so,” I answered, embarrassed.

She leaned forward, in a crawling position, and began to inch closer to me. “What do you think about?”

“Everything,” I once again surprised myself with my answer.

“And what do you think of me?” she inquired, and for a moment I saw the little girl in her, absolutely terrified of the worlds opinion of her.

I smiled, sadly, comfortingly, truthfully. “There aren’t enough words in the world to even begin to describe you.”

She continued to crawl closer. “Well, then,” she said, coming up beside me. “I suppose it’s only fair,” she placed her hands on my knees, pulling them down so they lay flat on the bed. My hands fell gently onto the bed and I kept my head down, my face burning. “To tell you,” A soft hand lifted my chin gently. I found I was staring into her eyes. “I think about you, too.” She smiled shyly. “A lot.” She moved the hand from my face to rest gently on my neck and leaned closer so that her mouth was next to my ear. I stopped breathing.

“And your skin is not abnormal,” She whispered, “it’s exquisite.”

And then she pulled away from my ear and pressed her lips – those marvelous lips that I admire so much – to mine.

I dropped my book again.