Yeah, there's my story I wrote about in my 'introduction'

It's pretty short.

I hope you'll like this little fiction.

Please be gentle with me, it's my first fiction about Metallica, so there might be OOC-ness...

Ah, and please be aware that English is not my native language, thus it might just be possible that there are some mistakes.


Chapter 1 - The Call Of Ktulu


A night like any other, but yet so different.
The five of us sat together in the back of the bus, drinking bottle after bottle (beer, of course). We would arrive at a truck stop pretty soon and thus we decided to buy even more stuff so we could get ridiculously drunk. But now, we just had a lot of fun.
“And another gig successfully played!”, roared Lars, waving his nearly empty bottle in a generous like gesture around, nearly hitting Cliff, who sat quietly beside him. We all nodded, with James adding (after drinking a huge sip from his sixth beer) “The crowd went fucking nuts!”
Kirk and I looked at each other, grinning widely before agreeing in absolute unison: “It kicked ass!” All of us bursted out in laughter, but I didn’t quite notice that Cliff’s was kinda acted. Nonetheless I was worried a bit for he was unusually quiet indeed and I decided to talk to him later. I didn’t want to ruin the mood.
I was distracted when Lars spoke another time, now standing and again waving unnecessarily dramatic his now empty bottle. “So”, a huge wave, “we have to ce-le-brate this” I neither knew why he had to stress the word ‘celebrate’ like this nor what he wanted to celebrate anyway. Kirk seemed to be a mind reader, because he just asked exactly the same question I (and probably everyone else as well) was thinking: “Celebrate what?”
I mouthed a silent ‘Thank you’, but Kirk didn’t notice it for he was busy staring at Lars, whose death glare was so hilarious that I had to control myself not to start giggling. But before Lars could jump over the little table and choke Kirk, James answered the question. At least he tried to.
“We have to celebrate the success of the Puppets-Tour…” Pause.
He seemed to be thinking about more reasons to celebrate and not getting any ideas yet.
Lars was getting impatient. “And…?!” He pouted like a little child; maybe he was frustrated because he wasn’t allowed to choke Kirk. Luckily James continued soon, he sounded proud.
“And”, he looked at the others, “we have to celebrate especially us – Metallica – and the best roadie ever!” He then pointed at me and to my embarrassment I felt my cheeks turning into a bright pink. “Naaaaw, come on, guys, I’m not that good, really…”
There wasn’t any chance to convince them that I wasn’t any good.
James just had this enormous and obviously drunk grin while Lars continued on pouting, this time like a child who didn’t get his chocolate bar, and insisted “Yes, you are!”
Sensing that I was going to ‘lose’, I turned pleadingly around to Kirk (who was sitting beside me), expecting help, but to my absolute frustration my puppy eyes didn’t work. He just nodded fiercely, agreeing with the others (except Cliff, who remained silent. He looked like he was far away, his eyes staring into space and simultaneously mirroring a sadness I wasn’t able to describe or understand). I had no other choice but to laugh “Okay, okay, I believe you guys, you won”
Kirk, grinning from ear to ear, patted my shoulder. “Good girl”
I grinned equally wide back. “I know, Hammster, I know”
It could’ve gone like that for the rest of the night, continuing with tickling and acting like children, but Lars ‘interrupted’ us by raising his bottle a third time and yelling “Best mates forever!” I thought it was a little bit childish, but nonetheless I cheered along with the others.
We were all obviously happy. Most of us were.
Cliff spoke, his voice barely a whisper, looking directly at me.
“What would you do if one of us died?”

~End of Chapter 1~

Interesting start, you like old-school Metallica too? :P I like the fact that the roadie is a girl, which is rather unusual. And what's up with Cliff? I'd like to read more.

Uuuh, really great start!
I was reading it with big smile on my face which disappeared immediately when I read last line...... What exactly does he mean? :(
Write more soon, I like it!!! :heart:

Wooh, I'm really happy that you like the first chapter :heart: :heart: :heart:


I LOVE old-school Metallica, really. I dunno why, but I love old school Metallica ('till Cliff's death) the most, although I really don't have anything against both Jason and Rob *babble babble*


I would really love posting the next chapter right away, but I still have to write the third and the fourth (which will be the last chapter already), so I guess you'll have to wait 'till tomorrow...

Or maybe...ah, decision's made, I'll post a part of the second chapter now and the rest next week

As promised, here's the first part of the second chapter.

Hope you like it...




Chapter 2 (Part 1) - Orion


The first thing I could do was frown. I wasn’t sure whether I understood him correctly and honestly I didn’t know whether I wanted to know, either. I somehow was scared of what he might’ve said. However, a part of me wanted to know, so I asked “What? Cliff, sorry, I didn’t quite understand…” There, I said it, and fear took hold of me. Cliff now seemed to feel very uncomfortable, he didn’t want the others to listen as well, but they did. It was now so quiet that you could hear a needle being dropped if the bus didn’t drive. They all wanted to hear what Cliff had whispered to me, me being included, although I was still afraid, somehow. ‘Yeah, tell us’ told Lars’ eyes and it was clear that there wasn’t any option for Cliff but to tell.
He sighed deeply and repeated his question, now being clearly heard by everybody: “What would you do if one of us died?”
I closed my eyes. My fear was now proved. I didn’t mishear what he had said. Now I really wished that nobody had asked. I didn’t know what to answer him; I didn’t want to disappoint him. Few seconds later, which seemed to me like a lifetime, I opened my eyes again, and looked directly into Cliff’s.
He seemed to be expecting an answer I wasn’t sure I could give. What if I said something wrong and ruined everything? Suddenly I couldn’t bear looking at him anymore, though a part of me wanted to, and I forced myself to lower my head, looking down at my slightly shaking hands, which were cold as ice. I let out a small sigh of relief when a pretty confused James gave me a little chance to think by asking “Cliff? What dope did you take earlier on?” Cliff just shook his head, his reply was radically short. “None”
I could feel that he didn’t stop looking at me, I shivered under his look, but still I didn’t manage to look up.
Cliff didn’t listen to Lars’ half wailed “But…” and instead asked again “What would you do…?”
I didn’t know what he expected me to answer, how he expected me to react. I just didn’t know what to do. Seconds later, I whispered what first came into my mind: “I would cry my fucking eyes out…and probably never get over it…”
They didn’t do anything. It drove me mad. Why were they so quiet? Have I said something wrong? I hated this uncomfortable silence. What would happen now?
The sudden sound of metal touching the table, followed by barely audible gasps, startled me like hell and slowly I opened my eyes, not remembering when I’ve closed them before.
It was one of Cliff’s rings I saw lying there.
I looked up almost immediately and absolutely confused. What was that for? Why would he give me one of his rings?
“Cliff?” Our eyes met, again, and I wasn’t able to tell his mood, I simply couldn’t.
“Take it” he said, his voice gentle, still looking at me.
The others didn’t say anything, they were utterly surprised of what just happened, were pretty much confused like I still was. I couldn’t just grab the ring and get it over with; I had to ask for the reason. “But…why…? I mean…” I shook my head, this entire scenario had no logic and my confusion was only increased with Cliff saying again “Take it!”, this time harsher, almost angry. But I didn’t move, not a single inch. This led Cliff to stomp outside immediately as soon as the bus came to a halt and opened its doors.
I let my head sink onto the wooden table.
“What was that?” asked a puzzled Kirk and I just shrugged. Why did he ask? I knew as much as the others did: Nothing.
“I wonder what’s up with him” James was at least equally puzzled and I muffled against the table “Guys, I don’t know what the fuck’s going on…but honestly I’m starting to worry right now…this behaviour…” – “…isn’t like him” Lars finished my sentence and I lifted my head, somehow tired now. I simply nodded; the words didn’t want to come out of my mouth. What should I do now?
Kirk proved another time his mind reading qualities, for again he spoke what I’ve thought and felt, but hesitated to tell and do. “Go and look for him” he said. I was about to nod again and thus agree with him (of course I wanted to do that anyway, but I had my doubts), but there was one question I just had to ask before I left, no matter how stupid it may have sounded. “Why me? Why do I have to go?” There, I said it and I had to fight the tempting urge to slap myself for the question’s stupidity. The others just shook their head.
“If you didn’t realize it by now, you’ll probably never do” – “If you don’t know it now…” Two answers, the first from Kirk, the latter from James, spoken at the same time, yet I could listen to both of them. They made me even more confused. But before I could open my mouth again (and ask “Realize what?”), Lars nodded in the door’s direction. “Fucking go already”
And I went.

Wow, that was deep :wacko: Does he have a premonition about the accident? I heard somewhere that people who know they are going to die act just like that :blink: This is getting interesting, keep going :)

Ah, dammit, I can't resist posting the next part ('till I run out of postable stuff), dunno why^^"""
So here's the next part^^


Chapter 2 (Part 2) - Orion


I walked a few steps ‘til I finally noticed that I forgot my jacket in the bus, but I didn’t want to go back again and so I continued on walking.
It was pitch dark and the icy wind blew merciless and made me shiver. Nevertheless, I stepped into the woods, which were oddly surrounding nearly all of the bus stop. I didn’t know why I had chosen the woods first (and not the stop itself), but I figured it’d be a nice place to think, especially with the full moon shining.
My senses didn’t abandon me.
After I’ve walked for about five minutes, it had started raining. I was about to start cursing like hell (for I would be soaked soon), when I spotted Cliff leaning with his back against a tall tree and obviously watching the moon. It took a while before I moved towards him; I just couldn’t stop watching him for a few seconds. He didn’t seem to notice me, at least that’s what I thought and as I didn’t quite know what exactly to do or to say, I simply put my hand on his shoulder, softly, so I wouldn’t startle him.
But it seemed like he already knew that I would come or at least that I was there, because he didn’t flinch. In fact, he didn’t even react. Maybe he really didn’t notice me at all (as it was my first thought), I didn’t know. However, I wanted to draw his attention on me, he seemed way too absent and for an unknown reason it worried me even more. Therefore, I whispered his name.
He didn’t move.
“Cliff…it’s me…”
At first, I thought he wouldn’t react again, but few seconds later he slowly turned around to face me, his face expressionless. Not his eyes. They mirrored a disturbing despair, a despair of which I was aching to know the reason. Despair, sadness, both was being an agony. A fear of what was about to come. What was it? What did he fear? What was the reason of all this?
He didn’t look at me. He looked through me, his gaze aimed at a point I couldn’t locate, as if he was far away in his thoughts. I wondered what he was thinking. Although he wasn’t looking at me directly, I still managed to get lost in his eyes, as I somehow always did. I didn’t know why, but that’s how it just was. But this time it somehow hurt. It took me a few moments (which seemed to me like an eternity) to realize what I was doing and I turned my head away.
This movement seemed to snap him out of his trance like state. I lifted my head just in the same moment I suddenly and finally realized that I was freezing and found myself being watched by him. “You’re cold” he stated and I shivered even more, already dripping wet. I rubbed my arms and bit my bottom lip to prevent my teeth from rattling. This seemed to be enough for him. “Do you want my jacket?” he asked, his voice soft. I simply nodded, I wasn’t able to do more than that, and gladly flung his jacket around me.
I didn’t see the hint of disappointment on his face and maybe it was better. I wanted to protest after a few seconds (when I realized that he was about to get soaked as well), but he just shook his head in a manner of “It’s alright”. As soon as I caught myself at inhaling the scent of the jacket (which was a mixture of booze, marijuana and just him), I tried to get rid of the thoughts popping up in my head and get back to reality.
There was this uncomfortable silence again. I absolutely hated it. We just stood there, looking at each other and not knowing what to say or what to do. We could’ve gone back to the bus already, but for some unknown reason we didn’t.
As I was about to ask him whether we should go back to the bus (I forgot why I had searched him, somehow), he suddenly spoke.
“I’m going to die soon”

Wow :o Poor Cliff, it must be awful to know they're going to die soon :( Slow down, though, we can wait, but I still can't wait to read more :)

I'm really glad that you like this story...


Here's the last part from the second chapter and after that you really have to wait for I still have to write the next two chapters...



Chapter 2 (Part 3) - Orion



I knew immediately that that was the answer to my questions. Why I’ve searched for him, what was wrong with him. Yet it struck. It struck merciless and it hurt. It hurt more than I thought it would. It hurt way too much.
“Cliff…? What…” My voice was hoarse, I could hardly speak, nearly had to force myself to every single word. I didn’t want to believe what he had just said, ridiculously thought it was a joke. But then again, nobody would joke about such a subject, especially not him. The pain grew when he repeated what he’d said. “I’m going to die”
I just stared at him, expressionless, my eyes somewhat glassy, without any emotion to be seen. But there were emotions, they erupted within me. I wanted to cry, really, but I couldn’t. There was some kind of barrier that prevented me from crying. So there was just this emptiness in my head. It was just as torturing.
I was desperate and just sounded so. “But…why? How…how do you know? I mean…what is it? I…” I gestured helplessly with my hands, trying to express what I felt, trying to express my absolute confusion and the shock, but he stopped my seemingly senseless babbling by putting his index finger on my lips.
I kept silence.
He then slid his hands in the pockets of his jeans and whispered: “I don’t know what it’ll be. I just know that I will die. I…” he shook his head “...I sense it somehow”
He seemed so helpless right now, alone. I wanted to say so much, to say anything that would make him feel better, which would ease the agony at least a little bit, but I wasn’t able to. What could I say? There wasn’t anything suitable, was it?
My heart ached. Why did it have to be him, of all of them, why him?
Of course, I didn’t want to lose any of the guys, it would hurt so much, but why did it have to be him? Why? He was the least I wanted to lose. Why?
So many questions and no answers.
And I wasn’t even able to tell him that I didn’t want to lose him. I was such a coward, and I still am. Why didn’t I just tell him?
He heaved a sigh (maybe because I didn’t say anything and just stared at him like a complete idiot) and murmured “Let’s go back. We’ll catch a flu if we continue on standing here...”
I would’ve been stupid not to agree with him, but honestly I had this in mind for a moment. I wanted to sort this out right now, but it was no use. So I just nodded and the two of us headed back to the bus, not speaking any further words. There was nothing to say anymore.
Oh well, for me it was, but I didn’t know how to tell. I still hate myself for not telling.
But how could I have known that it would happen so soon?
Too soon...

~End of Chapter Two~

Very powerful chapter, Mina :( Now I'm feeling sad, and dreading seeing Cliff die :( I always thought that's how he acted before he died, I heard that's how some people act when they know they're going to die, they know their fate. Just take your time, and keep writing :)

Thank you very much...

I'm trying to write as soon as I can (means when the right mood hits me and inspiration's there)

I really don't know why I got the idea for it all, but oh well, you can't manipulate your dreams...

I didn't know that people really act just like this when they know that they're gonna die soon, I just wrote it down how I felt and stuff...

I hope that more members will read this little story and I also hope you'll all be patient, for I don't know how long it'll take to write the next chapter....

Wow, this is shaping up to be one seriously awesome fic. I have to say that I really love your description given when she put on Cliff's jacket, the mixture of scents. Very, very great details. Can't wait to read more!

You're a very gifted writer! Awesomeness!! But this is very sad, and I don't usually read Cliff death fics because they make me sad. :(
I don't deal with sad stuff very well.


But anyway, very nice writing and I hope you do post more because you're on a roll. It's always fun to be on a roll when writing and the inspiration is there. And your English is great! No worries :dance :dance

I really liked reading this and I don't normally like old-Metallica fics that much... But this one's really good.

I have a format suggestion, though. I would suggest you put different people's lines in different paragraphs. It's easier to read it that way. Well, at least for me it is (and I know many people agree... :P)

Eg, “Cliff…? What…” My voice was hoarse, I could hardly speak, nearly had to force myself to every single word. I didn’t want to believe what he had just said, ridiculously thought it was a joke. But then again, nobody would joke about such a subject, especially not him.

The pain grew when he repeated what he’d said. “I’m going to die”

"He then slid his hands in the pockets of his jeans and whispered: “I don’t know what it’ll be. I just know that I will die. I…” he shook his head “...I sense it somehow”
He seemed so helpless right now, alone. I wanted to say so much, to say anything that would make him feel better, which would ease the agony at least a little bit, but I wasn’t able to. What could I say? There wasn’t anything suitable, was it?" - oh, that was so sad, almost heartbreaking.... :( :( yet so well written!!!
This is really great fanfic, awesome :horns2 ! Keep on writing! :heart: :horns2

Thank you SO much for your comments, I really appreciate them :heart: :heart: :heart:

I really didn't expect the story to be that good and I didn't expect this awesome feedback, either.

I still think I'm not that good of a writer.


Anyway, you have to wait a little bit now, 'cause I'm kinda stuck and have a little writer's block in the third chaper (although I KNOW what to write, I just don't know HOW)


Please be patient, I don't think it'll take TOO long


And again, thank you very much *smiles*

Oh well...I finished the third chapter about a minute ago...
I had written the beginning of it already a few days before, so it may sound a bit crappy...
I don't like this chapter that much, though...it's written badly...

The fourth will follow sooner or later....




Chapter 3 - To Live Is To Die



We tried to spent the following week like any other. Concerts and then enormous drinking. Business as usual.
I had tried to explain it to the others when we finally had been inside the bus and dressed in dry clothes, but they wouldn’t listen and wouldn’t understand. They had been too drunk, I guess.
They should’ve listened, though. Now I think: Would it have changed anything? I guess not.
Anyway, another gig was over, they played awesome as ever, I watched them eagerly as ever. Would I have watched them and especially him more closely (to memorize every single movement and tune) if I had known what would happen some hours later?
They entered the bus along with me, sweaty all over and tired as hell. Yet they didn’t want to sleep, a lot of booze still had to be drunk (and a bit pot smoked). I joined them about 20 minutes later (when they all had a quick shower and changed their clothes), the bus already being on the road, and helped myself to a beer.
As they were pretty drunk (except me and Cliff, I guess), the guys suddenly decided that they wanted to change bunks. The one who had the highest card would win and could sleep in the best bunk available (which had been Kirk’s). I didn’t know why they got that idea, but I just shrugged.
“Guys, I don’t want to play along, I’m happy with the bunk I have” I stated, but this seemed not to be right to say.
“Aw, come on, don’t be mean, darlin’” chided Kirk and Lars pouted like ever when he was unhappy about my decision (or unhappy about anything else).
“Yeah, come on, you gotta draw a card, too, or elsewise it wouldn’t be fun” begged James and I couldn’t resist his puppy eyes he gave me. Who could, anyway? So I just agreed with drawing a random card.
There was a result soon.
“Ace of spades” It was Cliff.
“Congratulations, man, now you gotta sleep in my bunk” roared Kirk. He was obviously in a huff that he had lost his bunk, but a decision’s a decision.
Cliff however just nodded and began packing his stuff to throw it onto his newly won bunk then.
I eyed him anxiously, there was something wrong, and I knew it.
I had to talk to him. And it seemed like luck was on my side, for the guys decided to sleep already.
“Damn, I’m fucking tired” yawned Lars and immediately fell like a brick onto his bed, not caring about still wearing his clothes. Soon I could her him snoring and I forced back the little chuckle. It was just too cute. The others soon followed Lars’ example and after about five minutes it was awfully quiet. There was only the sound of the engine to be heard and, of course, everyone’s breathing. They had looked at me suspiciously when I still had sat there and didn’t intend to go to bed, but they eventually shrugged it off. Now I just had to wait a little longer to make sure that everybody was asleep.
Some further minutes passed until I dared to move. I carefully tiptoed to Cliff’s bunk, trying not to make a single noise. Luckily I succeeded.
I let myself slide down and rested my head on the wooden wall of the bus, eyes shortly closed. I enjoyed the slight coolness of the fabric before I opened my eyes again and dared to watch Cliff lying there for a few moments, his hair sprawled all over the sheets. I couldn’t tell if he was already asleep or if he knew that I was watching him, but still I wasn’t able to tear myself away from that sight. But I knew that I had to, sooner or later. And with a small sigh I whispered his name.
“Cliff?”
No response, maybe he was indeed asleep. However, I tried once again.
“Cliff? Are you awake?”
What a stupid question, but it seemed to help. He shifted his position a little bit so that he was facing me now. I couldn’t see if he was looking at me, but I felt it. Shivers ran down my spine and for a unknown reason I started to tremble slightly.
“What is it?” His voice was barely audible, even I could hardly understand him though I was sitting about three inches away.
“Can...can I talk to you for a moment?”
He didn’t say anything, just slowly crawled out of his bunk and sat down in front of me.
Now I could also see him looking at me. I will always remember this moment. His eyes told it all. They said: “It’s tonight”
I wanted to ask him how it would happen and if there was any chance to prevent it, but he slightly shook his head as if he read my mind.
Suddenly I felt that tears were dwelling up in my eyes, so I shut them to force the tears back, at least for now. I didn’t want him to see me crying. If there’s a life after death, he should remember me as a strong and nice girl...
I opened my eyes again, it was no use in keeping them shut all the time. He was waiting. I had to say something. But what?
“I don’t want to lose you...”
I was desperate, maybe that’s why I had the courage to tell. He didn’t look away, his gaze was firm, yet unbelievable sad.
I bit my bottom lip until I tasted blood. I didn’t care, I just didn’t want to cry. Not now.
Then he took me into an embrace.
And the tears flowed. They streamed over my cheeks, dripped down onto his T-Shirt, onto my hands, onto the floor. And I couldn’t stop.
He pressed me against him, his hands on my shoulder blades. It hurt. But I didn’t say a word. I understood. I understood why he held me that strong. He didn’t want to leave.
“I don’t want to lose you...” I repeated it, over and over again. “Don’t want to...” I sobbed.
“I know”, he said, “I know”
These were the last words I ever heard from him.

~End of Chapter Three~





I cried like hell during writing the last couple of sentences...
And I listened to Orion in repeat...still am...

Wow, I know what you mean :( That was so powerful, just like I imagined it would've been on that night. Poor Cliff, RIP brother :(

*nods sadly*


The fourth and last chapter is already finished, but I don't think I'll post it today, I think I'll maybe rewrite some parts of it tomorrow...

It's also pretty short...




Ah, writing this fiction hurt....

:( I'm still having shivers ... and, yes, tears are on my face .

You're great Mina, really. :tu:


Ah ... also READING this fiction hurts, but thanks for the depth of these feelings :)

*sigh* You're welcome...



I didn't imagine that anyone else except me would cry over this...

I mean, it felt too real, like I've been there...

Anyway, I'm babbling nonsense, please excuse me...

So, here's the last chapter...

It's pretty short (I've mentioned it before), but I hope you like it anyway...
I don't like it, but oh well...

Edit: The more I read this chapter, the more I hate it...

Chapter 4 - Anesthesia


Twenty years have passed.
Twenty goddamn years full of grief.
Twenty fucking years.
I still ask myself how in the name of god I have survived all those years.
They were a complete agony.
I barely had any contact with the guys after the accident has happened. I somehow hated them for continuing after your death. I just couldn’t bear to see them anymore. They reminded me of happier days. They reminded me of you.
And now I’m standing in front of your memorial stone. I never thought I would have the strength to come here. But here I am, watching your picture engraved on the stone, along with your birth date and the day we lost you. And an excerpt of a poem of yours.
“Cannot the kingdom of salvation take me home?”
Why can’t it?
I have cried too much in the past twenty years.
Yet there are some tears dropping onto your face.
“God, how I miss you...”
Every time I think of you, it feels like there’s a big hole in my chest right where my heart has been. It has been ripped out and destroyed. It aches. It aches too much.
I look down at my left hand.
Your ring. I’ve never given it back to you.
Why?
The tears are now streaming down my cheeks.
I hate myself.
I hate myself for being such a coward, for never having told you...
For never having told you that I have always loved you.
I still do.
It may sound cheesy, but it is the truth.
And if some people claim that the sorrow will disappear as the years go by, they are all liars.
They don’t know anything.
My sorrow grew.
I can’t take it anymore.
I am feeling numb.
I am empty.
...
Shall I join you?

~End of Chapter Four~



~~The End~~

Wow, that was so sad :( Poor Cliff, I can't help but hear Fade to Black after reading that. Great job for a first fic, I'd like to read more of your stuff :)

Thank you very much...
Oh well, most of my longer fictions are sadly written in German (this is the only one I've written in English) and if I translated them, it would sound flat...
But I've written some oneshots and poems, maybe I'll post them, if you want...

Yes, poor Cliff...but do you pity her as well?

Yeah, I pity her too :( That sort of unrequeted love must be terrible on someone. Yeah, I'd like to read more of your stuff. Maybe you can try writing another fic in English, it's very good for a non native speaker. I should know, I'm from New Jersey, and many people here speak English terribly, and they were born here :blush: I myself have a strong New Jersey accent (think the Sopranos), and people have trouble understanding my English :blush:

It isn't clearly said that her love was indeed unrequested, but we all assume this (and I guess it really was unrequested)...

I could try writing another fiction in English, but it'll take a long long time before my inspiration tries to hit me again (and I always have to be in the right mood, too, so if there's one missing, I can't write)

I do have some kind of British accent, although it always changes and I can't keep it steady even if I wanted to...

I'm really glad that my English is good for a non native speaker, I'm happy to hear that (rather read, eh?)

Anyway, maybe this is gonna be read by some more people before it gets moved into the finished section

I'm writin' too much nonsense right now, I should stop and search for some stuff to post...

That was wonderful :(
:heart: :heart: :horns2

Thank you very much..

Wow. Just wow. That last chapter really brought on the waterworks. Really, really great description of her emotions after losing him and after twenty years going by. Even though all of it was really amazing, I just have to say that I just really love this sentence: ---Yet there are some tears dropping onto your face.--- I don't really know why, but, that cued the tears. Really great fic!

*blushes* Thank you very very much...I really appreciate it...

As I've said before it was a really great fiction, and the last chapter ... terrible and amzing at the same time. Great job mina, keep on writing. As a non english I whis I could write in this language as you do.

Thank you very very much...

I'm really happy that you all liked it...

aaww...

I'm now crying like a baby...

it was so beautiful!!! the way you expressed the feelings off the band..Cliff's intuition that he was gonna die...

i'm so blown away!!!

damn and the last part!!!

twenty years have passed...

damn!!!!

I don't know what else to say except I LOVED IT!!!!!!!!!!

:heart:

Aw, don't make me blush... :blush:

Thank you...


*hugs ya*

aawww....don't blush!!! I really mean it!!!

*huggies*

Thank you :)

*hug*

Okay, now I've read this. May be a bit too late, but... Better now than not at all, right?

Well, anyway, I liked this very much, and now that I still have time, I think I'll read more of your stuff, as you seem to have posted other fics, too. :D I haven't noticed or I don't remember anymore.

And I couldn't help but think this... You could easily turn this into a longer piece of fiction (not that it needs it, but I'm just saying). You know, she's there at Cliff's memorial stone, apparently on the day he passed away, years later, and what are the chances one of the guys will drop by, too?

Yeah. Uhm, I like your writing style very much, and you do write well, like I've said before. :)

Aww, thank you very much for reading it :)

I actually had the idea of turning this into a longer fiction but I'm really no good at writing longer fictions because eventually there's always the lack of ideas and the lack of inspiration. And apart from that I always have to be in the right mood for writing and if that's not given then it's almost impossible for me to write.

It sounds really complicated and believe me, it is.

If I didn't struggle that much with writing longer fictions, I would've started writing a longer thing already.


It's very nice from you that you want to read my other stuff as well, I appreciate it :)


And thanks for liking my writing style :)

Dude, don't thank me. :) I'm just saying how it is. :P And the rest that I could've said, I already did, so... :P Yeah.