| SomebodyWhoLoves 19.04.2007 08:22 |
Chapter 1: Freddie Mercury Freddie closed his eyes, and focused. He was sitting on the soft grass, cross legged, with his palms resting on his lap outward. Softly he sang a short melody and thought of only one thing: Food. Soon, little mushroom like plants and large bulbous vines sprung upwards from the ground around him. Taking a flask from his backpack, he grabbed the bulbous vine and squeezed it’s bulbous tip into the flask, and out sprang clear fresh water. And he drank deeply from the flask and exclaimed to himself, “Now that is natural spring water!”. The water was as cold as ice, and fresher, and purer than any water he drank in his former life. “Now, if I could only conjure up an Automobile, ” he muttered half jokingly. “A Rolls Royce of course.” It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, but it wasn’t hot, or muggy. The wind blew gently, creating a nice cool breeze. Freddie collected some of the mushrooms and put them on his plate. Popping a few into his mouth, he closed his eyes, and chewed. They tasted like juicy steak and mozzarella cheese. It was delicious. Freddie found himself famished, and began eating heartily of his meal, popping all the mushrooms he could find into his mouth. When he was finished, Freddie got up and continued his walk through the forest. Carrying only a backpack of basic supplies, and a long wooden staff, Freddie journeyed straight into the heart of the Great Black Forest. He walked along an ancient road that wanderers called, “Dry River” for the network resembled a vast river that stretched and sprawled throughout the heart of the Land. After a few hours of comfortable walking, Freddie saw ahead a carcass of an animal. Peering closer, he saw that it was a large dog. And surrounding the carcass were packs of equally large wild dogs. They noticed Freddie approaching, and one dog looked warily at him and growled, “Beware human, thou shalt bring no evil here. Thy kind has done enough evil unto today.” The other dogs barked in agreement and began to circle towards Freddie in a threatening manner, baring fangs, and growling. Freddie raised his hands in gesture of friendship, and began to sing. He recalled and sang one of his songs of his former life. “Dear Friends”. And as he sang the words with the sweet intonation of his voice, a flame of multi-colors burst from his staff, and covered the entire pack of dogs. The melody and beauty of the song calmed the dogs under it’s powerful spell, and peace was restored onto their feral minds. When the dogs were docile, Freddie crouched down besides the dead dog. It was their leader bearing a thick coat of ancient white and gray fur. But it had a deep wound in it’s chest where blood flowed. Singing softly, Freddie created a flame and the fire blazed, engulfing the dead carcass quickly into ashes. “A Singer!”, one of the dogs barked. “I thank thee for purifying our Lord. Now, our enemy cannot violate the flesh our King.” “Thou art a good and upright Singer, unlike the evil one that lurks in the forest. Beware of his song, Friend!” Singers were humans that had the ability to channel song into power. “Yes, may thy King rest in peace, and may thy fangs never break, proud warriors!”, Freddie said softly. And he bowed to the dogs who howled in return. Dogs in this land were given the power of Speech much like humans, as a reward for their service in their former lives as faithful loving companions of needy humans. Originally, dogs were cursed due to their former existence as evil hounds of hell in another dimension, and sent to earth to pay for their sins, silenced and forbidden to speak, and to serve mankind with love and devotion. And the dogs that died after their service, came here. To live out their lives as intelligent animals, capable of speech. Without looking back, Freddie continued on, in his journey into the Black forest, thinking, “I was always more of a cat person myself. I miss my Kitties.” The Great Bl |
| deleted user 19.04.2007 10:34 |
This is cool, you did an awesome job. |
| SomebodyWhoLoves 19.04.2007 12:09 |
Thanks! This is very fun! I love fiction writing. There's more to come later! I don't have time at this moment but there's definitely more plot! Stay tuned! :D |
| deleted user 19.04.2007 16:10 |
I actually liked it! :D LOL |
| FREDDIE'S_DARLING_xxx 20.04.2007 08:37 |
wow... that is really cool!!!! how much time did you spend on that?? |
| SomebodyWhoLoves 20.04.2007 18:49 |
Really? Thanks! I didn't spend too much time. Like around an hour and a half. Thanks for your kind words! :) I don't feel inspired though to continue. :( Fantasy stories are not really my thing. But anyone can continue if they wish. or I'll continue if I feel inspired. I had this whole plot too..oh well. |
| SomebodyWhoLoves 20.04.2007 19:28 |
Chapter 3: Mary Austin Mary Austin looked exactly as Freddie remembered many years ago when the shy couple first met. He, a dashing swarthy foreigner, and she, a beautiful young blonde girl, and both of them were too shy to say hello for many months until one day, Freddie mustered the courage to ask her out. And they made each other happy for many years. Their relationship maybe have ended in tears, but they never stopped being in love until the day Freddie died. Freddie remembered everything of his former life. The memories came rushing back to him. And for a brief second, he wasn't sure whether he was dreaming, or whether Mary was really standing in front of him. It was no dream. She was real but she was encased in a crystal tomb, frozen under Michael's spell. Freddie closed his eyes and searched his feelings. He sought the passion and emotion that was the power of Singing. The same power that captured the hearts of millions whenever Freddie sang in his former life. Live Aid. Wembley. Countless concerts. Countless fans who fell under his musical spell. Even back in his former life, his music had the power to deeply affect people's lives. It was magic. Freddie sought that same magic, to release Mary from Michael powerful spell. Phantom instruments appeared and music could be heard. And Freddie began to sing the words, "Love of my life, you've hurt me..." "You've broken my heart, and now you leave me" He sang it with all of his heart and poured his emotions into the song. Slowly the song had an effect on the crystal. It began to crack, and peel, and piece by piece, it was becoming undone. "Back hurry back, please bring it back home to me" "Because you don't know, what it means to me" "Love of my life, Love of my life, Oooh, Oooh, Yeaahh!" Freddie sang the last line with such heartfelt emotion that the crystal finally cracked, and shattered, freeing Mary. Mary awoke, and appeared confused. Freddie went to her, and held her. Mary looked into Freddie's eyes as though she couldn't believe it. "Freddie? Is that you? Are you the man?" "Yes it's me Mary. I have freed you. What man?" "The man. The one who sang to me. I was in my room, and I heard this song. And it came from my full length mirror. It kept singing, "Man in the Mirror" "And the song was so strange. It told me to come into the mirror. At first, I thought I was it was some joke. But then the mirror pulled me in! And I entered the mirror!" Freddie listened carefully to every word, but he couldn't concentrate. Mary Austin, his love was in front of him, alive. It was the happiest moment he felt in a very long time. He held her, and said, "Oh Mary! I have missed you so much." He held her for some time, just glad to have her back in his life. For a second, he found himself thankful that Michael bought Mary back to him. He didn't know how it was done, or why. He didn't care. He was happy. "Oh Mary, I have so much to explain. But quick, we must get out of here. This place isn't safe." And Freddie grabbed Mary's hand and led her out of Michael's castle. After they left, a shadowy mist appeared and became corporal. It was Michael Jackson. He saw everything that transpired and smiled. "Yes Friend. It isn't safe for you. Not anymore, for you have unwittingly fallen into my trap." And with that, Michael laughed, and danced with glee. |
| Saif 21.04.2007 11:19 |
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, YOUR STORY SUCKZ, FREDDIE WAS GAY OMG U LIAR!!! |
| SomebodyWhoLoves 22.04.2007 15:23 |
Chapter 4: You and I Mary Austin’s eyes were still closed shut, and she was dying to open them. Freddie had made Mary close them because he wanted to surprise her. It was about 7pm, and the air was still warm, and a nice breeze blew from the ocean. “Ok, Mary, you can open them.” Mary opened her eyes, and her face soon broke into a smile. Everything was perfectly arranged, in typical Freddie style. Before her was a lovely table set for two, complete with a vase full of roses, several candles, a basket full of tantalizing warm garlic bread, beautiful plates, and cutlery, and in the center, a sumptuous looking turkey with buttered corn and rice on the side. It looked delicious. And to be honest, Mary was hungry enough to eat anything. Their table was set along the edge of the Great Cliffs which bordered the Great Black Forest, overlooking the ocean which raged quietly below. And the clear dusk sky bled yellow, orange and red from a beautiful sun set in the distant horizon. And the stars were faintly visible in the night sky. Although they left Michael’s castle with too many questions left unresolved in their minds, at this moment, they cast away their confusion, and only focused on the moment, and each other. And Freddie and Mary ate their dinner in perfect comfort and happiness. Freddie shyly looked at Mary, and Mary blushed. She looked beautiful, Freddie thought. And Mary thought the same of Freddie. It felt all too perfect like a dream. During their dinner, they began to converse about the strange events, and how it came to be that they were together again. For Mary was indeed channelled from her home through a Magical spell. She had been living in a world that could be likened unto as Heaven. A world in which the good and kind people came to rest after they had died. A world where people treated each other with love, and kindness, and there was no pain, or sorrow. And people never aged, or grew sick. They simply lived forever and ever in total bliss, love, and happiness. Freddie’s fate was different from Mary’s. He died, and was restored onto a world where there was still Good and Evil, but music and song held potent power here. Somehow, Michael had created a song that channeled Mary from her world into this one. But to what end, he wondered. After they had finished their dinner, Freddie sang for Mary. Mary had always loved hearing Freddie sing, and he obliged, and gave her a private concert. He sang many old favorites, and new songs as well. And as he sang, beautiful and wonderful phantoms appeared in the sky like fireworks, dazzling Mary. Finally, the concert ended, and Freddie and Mary sat on the grass, by the campfire, holding each other, and looking up at the sky, which was now filled with many stars. “That was wonderful Freddie. I wish I could sing. I was never musical at all.” Freddie smiled, and said, “Try to Mary. Maybe you can sing.” “No, I can’t. I’ve always sung off-key and death didn’t change that fact. Besides, I’d much rather listen to you sing. You were always so good.” Freddie smiled, and laid next to Mary, both staring up at the night sky. “Look up there Mary. Somewhere out there is your world. Your heaven. The place you described to me. It sounds so wonderful.” “It was wonderful. Everyday was so full of happiness, and joy. And I don’t know how long I was there for but I was at peace.” “Do you wish to return, Mary? It must be hard to dwell in another world again, where there is sadness, sickness, and tears.” There was a brief silence, and then Mary said, “No beloved. I’ve been to heaven and I was happy. But I never forgot you. I looked for you there but I couldn’t find you. If there was a blot during my time there, it was that I couldn’t find you. And now you are here…” Mary sounded confused, and bewildered. Everything felt so strange, and wonderful at the same time. She was there, and now, she was here. “I’m happy to be with you Freddie. And this is whe |
| lillian 23.04.2007 02:07 |
great story *runs and hides* |
| SomebodyWhoLoves 23.04.2007 20:49 |
lillian wrote: great story *runs and hides*Thanks! I hope Queen fans enjoy the story. :) |
| lillian 23.04.2007 20:51 |
i do enjoy it u have no idea and im very sorry |
| SomebodyWhoLoves 23.04.2007 20:53 |
lillian wrote: i do enjoy it u have no idea and im very sorrySorry for what? You don't have to apologize for anything. Like I said, I take nothing said here seriously. Just enjoy, and have fun here. Later! |
| lillian 23.04.2007 20:56 |
i do enjoy it here.its just that im very senstive about myself and queen.maybe too much so.please keep up with your stories.:) |
| QueenTaylor 23.04.2007 20:59 |
yeah-good writer-you would've done a great job on the old story thread we had-where you write stories fro peple by request, but great job |
| deleted user 23.04.2007 21:47 |
Terrific writing! I hope to see more soon! |
| lillian 24.04.2007 02:43 |
yay things have worked out:) |
| Sweetie 24.04.2007 02:46 |
I bet it's good but reading seems to be giving me a headache lately ;_; |
| SomebodyWhoLoves 24.04.2007 21:37 |
Thank you all for the kind comments. I am enjoying the exercise of creative writing. I'll write some more in a few days, probably over the weekend. Tons more to come! The story is just about to heat up! Can you feel it? Can you? I can! Hold on to your seats! :D |
| lillian 25.04.2007 02:50 |
i will be waiting.thanx 4 sharing the stories:) |
| SomebodyWhoLoves 25.04.2007 22:20 |
Chapter 5: Nightmare Freddie opened his eyes and the first thing on his mind was Mary Austin. His heart thrilled joyfully with a song. She was alive! and back in his life. He turned and expected to see her but she was nowhere to be found. Around their make-shift camp, he saw signs of her but that didn’t comfort him one bit. Where is she, he wondered? He got up quickly and began to search for her. “Mary!” he cried out. His calls grew louder and louder, and each time, with more desperation. “Mary!” But there was no reply. Then in the far distance, he saw her. He could recognize her by her blonde hair. She was running for her dear life. She was pursued by a pack of wild dogs, and they were gaining on her quickly. Freddie bolted after her. But he could tell he was too late. When he arrived, the dogs were already on top of her. What he saw was grotesque. Her face was nearly ripped off, but weirdly, her mouth was fixed in a large toothless grin that looked like a black hole. She had no nose, and her eyes were empty sockets. And then she began to laugh as if something was very funny. Mary pointed at Freddie, laughing hysterically. Freddie didn’t understand the humor. He was confused. Something didn’t seem right. It was then that Freddie realized he was dreaming. The grotesque face kept laughing at Freddie hideously. Then the dogs ripped the rest of her face off. And then he saw the long black hair, and the skeletal face. “Is something supposed to be funny?” Freddie asked angrily at the face. “As a matter of fact, it is. You are very funny except you do not know it yet.” Michael stood up and with a shrug, he brushed back the wild dogs, hurting them with his gaze. The dogs retreated off into the distance, mortally wounded, howling in pain. “Get out of my dreams, and stay out!” Freddie warned. “Oh, not before I tell you what’s funny. You see dear Freddie. This is more than a dream. For it is prophecy. Your beloved Mary is in danger.” “In the end, you have only one choice to make. And that is to kneel before me.” “You are truly mad and insane. I will never kneel to you.” |
| SomebodyWhoLoves 25.04.2007 22:23 |
As if answering, Michael suddenly lifted his arms, and grabbed Freddie’s head. Freddie tried to resist but Michael’s skeletal hands gripped him too hard. And then sudden knowledge hit Freddie like a train. Freddie sank to his knees, and grunted in pain. Thoughts and visions flooded into his mind. He saw everything. The Law of Fate which governed the universe, without which would cast the universe into chaos was broken. Mary Austin’s fate was to spend eternity in a Heavenly world, but she was channeled into a world that she did not belong in. Michael’s spell unnaturally bought her here, but it was Freddie who completed the spell. By breaking the protective crystal which suspended Mary between the two worlds, Freddie completed Michael’s spell, finishing her transformation into this world. It was Freddie, not Michael who had completed the spell, breaking the universal Law of Fate. And such violations had deadly consequences. Mary, who was not meant to live in a musical world, would soon fade, and disappear completely, existing in neither world. Michael laughed triumphantly. “Do you see the joke, friend? You have unwittingly doomed your lover. Your love song has killed her! HAHAHAHA!” Freddie was stunned by what he saw. “You have but one choice Freddie. I alone can send her back. But you must kneel before me, and hand over your power. With your powers combined with mine, I shall rule the universe!” Freddie’s mind was still thinking about all that had been revealed unto him. It was true. He had fallen unwittingly into Michael’s trap. He had doomed Mary, and perhaps the universe itself. Anger and rage filled Freddie’s mind. Blew into Freddie like a violent storm, and swelled until he exploded. He unleashed a bolt of rainbow that aimed to kill. But Michael shrugged it off, and his own power threw a counter blow. Freddie likewise shrugged it off and the two were soon battling fiercely. “I will end you. Now. You’ve gone too far, Michael!”, Freddie yelled. “I will end you, you bastard!!” Freddie screamed. His powers rose exponentially with his rising rage. Freddie had had enough. Ever since he was translated into this world, he reflected on his former life. On his mistakes. On his extremes. And he saw the virtue of simplicity, and humility. Rather than remake this world into his pleasure garden, he sought to live quietly, and modestly. Life, he felt, was about learning from mistakes, and growing. But no more. He had enough with humility. He was determined to seize upon his excesses once more and fully claim his power and rid this world of Michael Jackson. With each blow leveled against Michael, Freddie grew stronger and more powerful. He was screaming at the top of his lungs, raging with passion. His power was more fierce than it had ever been. And after one last powerful bolt, Michael withered under the heavy assault, and retreated like a ghoul and disappeared. But Freddie’s power did not subside. He was too angry, and too hurt. He reached out his power into the universe and shouted with power. He searched with his feelings, and he soon found it. He found Mary’s world. Her heaven. And in his dream state, he channeled his spirit into that plane, and at once, he was overcome with feelings of overwhelming peace, and joy, and love. This feeling almost quenched his power and rage. And he understood how happy Mary was in her heaven. And how painful in comparison it was to dwell here with him in this world. He knew what he had to do. He had to send her back. He had to undo this mistake, and save Mary’s life. Without understanding how, he intuitively formed a bridge between the two worlds. A gate into her heaven. And he called Mary, and she responded to his power. She entered his dream state, sharing his stream of consiousness. “Mary!” Freddie pleaded. “You must go back! This was a mistake! You don’t belong here. You must go back!” He was so full of power that at his insistence |
| deleted user 25.04.2007 22:31 |
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| SomebodyWhoLoves 29.04.2007 13:27 |
Chapter 6: The Call For a long time, neither one spoke. They just sat drenched in the open, listening to the rain drizzle down on them. They were soaked to their bones but the rain couldn't wash away their dark mood. After some time, Mary spoke and pouted, "Some date you are, Freddie. I'm hungry and soaked. And no roses? Really Freddie. You must work harder than that to win my affection! I'm not that easy." At that, Freddie snapped out of his depression, and smiled, "You're not that hard. And when I do win your affection, you may just end up madly falling in love with me!" Mary rolled her eyes in mocking disgust at his arrogance and stuck out her tongue. Freddie mimicked Mary, to which Mary made another face, this time funny and grotestque at the same time. Freddie gave her an equally funny face, and a little dance. And both giggled out loud like children. Their gloom lifted, and soon forgot about their troubles. Once again, they were simply two young adults in love, and carefree. The rest of the morning, they shared a quiet breakfast, and began their way. Freddie needed answers, and there was only one place he knew that might help them. Holding her hand lovingly, Freddie led her through the gray rain in search of answers. * * * Michael sat in his dark tower. He was in his laboratory, a room in which he did his experiments with song and magic. Around him were various corpses of people, and animals, failed experiments in his past attempts at creating and perverting life. But today, he was performing another experiment. He peered into a large round disc filled with black water. In it, he saw the universe, and all the worlds that were contained in the void shone like little flames. Reaching out with his bony hands, he grabbed a particular flame, and squeezed it with his hand. The flames spread upwards to his arm, but didn't burn him. Instead, Michael sucked the fire out of that world, and he ate the world. In an instant, all the lives that existed in that world was snuffed out, and Michael feasted on the souls of the dead. By doing so, Michael was growing more and more powerful. He was eating entire worlds as though the universe was his dinner plate. And there was nothing anyone could do to stop him. It was his intent to find all the Musical worlds, and drain them of their power, making him invincible. * * * A solitary figure peered through his telescope for hours. He was searching the universe for some signs, and after long hours, he finally gasped. He saw stars disappearing. For the past day, he had felt something strange happening, and he wanted to see for himself whether his feelings and intuition were correct. And tonight, what he saw confirmed his worst fears. Entire worlds were being destroyed, snuffed out. Brian May closed his eyes, and sang a song. He was communicating through song, reaching out to all the other Singers on his world. The council needed to meet. * * * Roger Taylor was busy at the moment. He couldn't answer the call. He had a beautiful young blonde woman making bold demands on him. And he wasn't about to disappoint her. Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow. Right now, his attention was entirely upon this gorgeous sexy blonde girl of about 20 years and her incredibly perky and perfect bosom. With a quick flick, he unloosened the string, and garments fell. And his face broke open in a big smile. They were perfect. Um..Brian would just have to wait until tomorrow, Roger thought. What is more important than this? Roger wondered. And that was the last Roger thought of Brian for that night. He was busy doing something else. * * * John Deacon came out of his tent. He was camping out in a desert, and the night sky was gorgeous. John chose to live a quiet secluded life out in the desert with his gorgeous wife, away from people, and the council. He just wanted peace, and quiet, and perhaps raise a family. He had enough of the council. Bu |
| deleted user 29.04.2007 13:32 |
Commendable job once again, SWL! I was wondering when the rest of the band would come in the picture... Great job! :) |
| SomebodyWhoLoves 29.04.2007 15:41 |
Chapter 7: Knowledge Freddie wiped the sweat off his brow. It was an arduous journey, crossing into thick jungles, and into muddy swamps. The earlier rain had long since passed into a muggy hot day. And mosquitoes were relentless in their attacks. Freddie looked at Mary. Her face wore an expression of pain, and exhaustion. He was now half carrying her. But more than mere exhaustion, something was wrong with her. She was dying, Freddie knew. She didn't have much longer to live. He carried her, and despite his exhaustion, he hurried onto his destination. He was looking for the oldest being on the planet. He was looking for "Mother". * * * Brian May and John Deacon sat next to each other. Next to them was an empty seat. It was Roger's. The meeting was about to begin but he was missing. "Where is Roger?" John wondered. "Probably busy with his latest conquest.", Brian said dryly. "Ok that man has redefined the term, 'Gluttony'. What is the number now, 600th?" "I think it's closer to 700 by now." "The boy clearly has issues." Brian shrugged his shoulders, and said, "Well, when you're in a world where only beautiful women exist, a guy like Roger is going to have his fun." "Well he better not have "fun" with my wife!", John squeaked. "Um actually...er...nevermind!" The meeting began. About 50 other Singers were present. They all held staves of wood, and each staff blazed with a particular hue of a particular color. Together, the various hues and colors of reds, greens, blues, and many other colors formed a mixture that resembled a rainbow. A tall man stood at the podium, and began the meeting. He banged his staff onto the floor, and immediately, his staff burst into blue flames. "We are called to this emergency meeting of the Council by Brian May who will share with us some important news. I will be brief, since Time is short. Lord May, please come up and address the Council." Brian May got up, and stood at the podium. Bowing once, he began to speak. He began to tell the council his dreams, and growing sense of forbidding. And he shared what he saw last night at his Observatory. Worlds were being destroyed one by one. And with each world destroyed, a piece of the universe died. The council grew quiet. Brian continued. "We know of only one power that is capable of doing this. We believe that this is the work of an Arch-Singer." Among the universal organization of Singer worlds, there were three recognized classifications of Singers. There were Lesser Singers, Singers, and finally Arch-Singers. Arch-Singers were the most powerful of Singers. One Singer rose, and said, "It has to be the work of that Arch-Singer known as Elton John. He was always a prick." Another Singer rose, and said, "No, he isn't that powerful. He can't destroy entire worlds! It’s got to be the work of the Beatles! Collectively, they might be able to do it." And the entire council of Singers erupted into spontaneous debate. Until finally, the tall Singer stamped his staff, his blue fire blazing, and silenced the room. He said, "This isn't the work of any Arch-Singer. No Arch-Singer, even a group of them, or even an entire world full of them are powerful enough to destroy an entire world. There is only one class of Singers that can. And you know what class I speak of." They all knew. There was one Singer world that was different from all the other Singer worlds. This world was set in a far-off lonely corner of the Universe. For this world was a kind of purgatory, a sub-class of Hell Worlds, that did not belong to the Federation of Singer World’s. Nor was there any Singer Council to regulate that world. It was an isolated wilderness where Singers who led flawed lives came to rest, to either pay for their sins, or to reflect on their mistakes. |
| SomebodyWhoLoves 29.04.2007 16:01 |
Freddie whispered to the fading Mary, "I'm not going to let you die, Mary! Not here. Not on this god-forsaken world!" Mary could not hear him. She was unconscious, near death. Freddie closed his eyes, deep in concentration. And he sang a song that sang words of love, and heartache. And his entire body burst into flames of many colors. He became a blazing figure clothed in rainbow. And his hands reached into Mary, into her breast, into her heart, even into the very marrow of her bones, and he infused of himself into her. His power was flowing into her, and leaving him. He was not going to allow Mary to die, and he would do anything he could to prevent that. Even if he had to die himself. He was going to make Mary into a Singer. It was the only answer he had. |
| QueenTaylor 29.04.2007 16:13 |
very good job! I reccommend you read the Freddie Fan Fiction in my blog-you might like that. |
| SomebodyWhoLoves 29.04.2007 16:23 |
Freddie grimaced in pain. He was literally having the life drained out of him, but he kept going. He poured his essence and even his very life into Mary. Although tears ran down his cheeks, and felt his own life force leave him, he was not afraid. He only felt an overwhelming feeling of Love for his beloved Mary. He looked down on Mary's beautiful face, and whispered, "I love you Mary! Don't forget me!" And with that, he collapsed, completely drained. |
| deleted user 29.04.2007 17:07 |
I am now officially a story fan! [holds up poster, starts cheering] |
| SomebodyWhoLoves 29.04.2007 18:57 |
Thank you all for the nice comments. I know my writing is a little crappy sometimes, especially about the section with "Mother". I wish I did a better job there. I am not 100% serious about this, but at the same time, I try my best to do it as good as I can in a very short period of time. :) By the way, does anyone else tear up when reading this? I read this stuff between Freddie and Mary and GAWD I am bawling!! I just break down and cry. I need my tissues. Seriously. I'm a guy but man, that is so touching. What a romantic Freddie is! Anyway, there's more to come, later. But that's it for now. |
| QueenTaylor 29.04.2007 19:00 |
I tear up when I read this-if you think this is sad-read that stpry in my blog-you'll cry for days-it wasn't written by me-but that girl can write! |
| SomebodyWhoLoves 29.04.2007 19:02 |
<b><font color="sky blue">taylormad101 wrote: I tear up when I read this-if you think this is sad-read that stpry in my blog-you'll cry for days-it wasn't written by me-but that girl can write!I'll take a look! Thanks! |
| QueenTaylor 29.04.2007 19:06 |
SomebodyWhoLoves wrote:no problem! : )<b><font color="sky blue">taylormad101 wrote: I tear up when I read this-if you think this is sad-read that stpry in my blog-you'll cry for days-it wasn't written by me-but that girl can write!I'll take a look! Thanks! |
| SomebodyWhoLoves 01.05.2007 22:40 |
Chapter 8: The Council "Let me repeat: This was not the work of any ordinary Arch-Singer! There is only one kind of Singer who could have done this.", said the tall Singer in blue robes. Brian, and John looked at each other. They knew someone who was sent to the Singer's Hell World. They looked at each other and thought of Freddie. A Singer in red stood up, and said, "Freddie Mercury could have done this! He was sent to the Singer's Hell World. And he was always a bit reckless, even wild." Soon other voices joined the chorus. "Yeah, that Freddie was always wild, and reckless." "With his power, he could threaten the universe, exacting vengeance!" "He must be stopped!" "He's evil!" Brian and John grew troubled. They had known their friend to be a man of excess, but they could never believe Freddie was ever evil, or violent. Both Brian and John tried to defend their friend, but their voices were drowned out by the crowd. And soon, there was nothing they could do. The crowd had unanimously agreed Freddie was the prime suspect. Then suddenly, a loud voice was heard. "Freddie is not evil! He's my friend, and I'll defend him from you morons!" The crowd stopped murmuring, and looked at the speaker. It was Roger Taylor. "There is at least one other Arch-Singer on that planet besides Freddie. I bet it is Michael Jackson. You know, there's a reason he was called Wacko Jacko.", Roger declared. The tall Singer in blue stamped his Staff, and order was restored. "Roger is correct. We don't know who is responsible yet. But let me correct you all. The one responsible for this isn't an Arch-Singer. It is a Singer God. Only they have such power. Now, this meeting will be adjourned for later, until we can determine our next course of action." The meeting ended, and the Singers dispersed. Only Brian, Roger, and John remained. The trio formed a triangle, and smiled at each other. Freddie, their friend, was a Singer-God. That explained a lot. Live-Aid. Wembley. Rio. No wonder. Both Brian and John started laughing at Roger. Roger gave them both a look. "What?" "Uh Roger, you might've sounded more convincing if you didn't have red lipstick all over your face.", Brian said, smiling. "Same old Roger. Women always went nuts over you. I wish they went nuts over me.", John added. Roger blushed, and said, "I can't help it if I'm handsome. Besides, for a guy whose wife looks like a Jessica Alba clone, you sure complain a lot." Brian said, "Yeah. This world is full of gorgeous women. But it looks like we're going to Freddie's world, guys." "We have to find Freddie. We have to find out what's going on there." And the three walked out of the room, excited. After all this time, they were finally going to meet Freddie again. * * * Mary woke up, and she thought she was dreaming back in her home world. But everything felt so different. She felt tired, and her mind was clouded with fear, and doubt. This was something she never felt while in Heaven. Then she remembered. Freddie was on the floor, lying still. Blood dripped out of his mouth, and nose. He wasn't breathing. He was dead. |
| queen4eva224 01.05.2007 23:01 |
*gasps* oh no! :o i can't wait to see what u put up next! |
| deleted user 02.05.2007 10:27 |
Nice! Its just keeps getting better and better. I definetly want to keep up with this. |
| SomebodyWhoLoves 02.05.2007 12:55 |
Chapter 9: First Contact Brian was ready. He held his "Red Special" staff lovingly. It was red like his fire. The council decided that Brian, Roger, and John were best qualified to enter the portal. After all, if Freddie was the culprit, the former friends and bandmates of Freddie's were best able to possibly persuade Freddie to stop. Gwen Stefani, an Arch-Singer in Gold, gave each of them a kiss on the cheek for luck. Each of them blushed. Gwen Stefani was the most powerful and most beautiful female Arch-Singer in the world. She was even hotter than the Indigenous women of the world. Secretly, all of the male singers had a slight crush on Gwen. They bowed to her in return. Her brilliant smile alone made them dizzy. They were ready. The group of Singers along with all the other Singers in the universe melded their powers together. Thousands and thousands of Singers across the universe in unison sang the song-spell that would create a portal to the Singer Hell world. It took an enormous amount of energy to create it, and finally, the Portal opened. Brian, Roger, and John walked into the portal, and stepped into Freddie's world. * * * (To be continued later) |
| queen4eva224 02.05.2007 18:35 |
sounds like someone likes gwen stefani to me. lol. keep up with it. |
| SomebodyWhoLoves 03.05.2007 13:25 |
Gwen Stefani is seriously hot. Anyway, I want to stop this thread. I don't feel like doing this anymore. I'll give you the conclusion and summary. This story was really about redemption, and the true meaning of music. Both Michael Jackson, and Freddie Mercury entered into a Music "Hell" World for different reasons. Freddie learned from his mistakes of his former life. Learning to enjoy simple pleasures and avoid excesses, and over-indulgence. Michael also learns from his mistakes. Mainly to love himself, and learn the true meaning of Music, and Life, which is to spread joy, happiness, and love. Freddie dies, but is redeemed and restored by Mother, and Father, who created both Michael and Freddie to be musical Gods. He is released from the Musical hell. And both Mary, Freddie rejoin the bandmates in their Musical world to try and stop Michael. Michael meanwhile gains more and more power, destroying many Musical Worlds. As a final front against Michael, Freddie and the rest of the Singers join to stop him. And there is a huge battle, and both sides are bloodied. Many Singers die, and Michael is wounded fatally. As a dooms-day device plan, Michael unleashes his final song, a huge Musical discordant Chord that echoes repeatedly throughout the universe, threatening to destroy it. Freddie is the last of the Singers that is still functional, and he gives a heartfelt plea to Michael, even loving him. For they are in fact, brothers. Freddie reaches Michael, and persuades him to turn from his evil ways. And as Michael turns, he is restored to his orignal self. We see him transformed from a scary monster to the original Michael Jackson, who is a handsome young man. Michael and Freddie stand against the incoming Musical Chord Wave, but it is too powerful. They will both die, even if they manage to stop it. In a final act of redemption, Michael pushes Freddie out of the way, and faces the Assault himself. Michael manages to create a counter-Chord that destroys the deadly wave, but in the process, he is also destroyed. The universe is saved, and Michael finds redemption. In death, he is revived by Mother and Father, and freed from the Musical Hell world. And Michael joins Freddie and the last Musical World that still exists, and together embrace in love, creating music that heals the universe. The End. :D |
| deleted user 03.05.2007 13:28 |
^ [standing ovation] I knew I wouldn't be disappointed! I hope you write another story when you get the chance, or soon, or whenever. I love your posts! |
| SomebodyWhoLoves 03.05.2007 13:35 |
Oh, and Mary and Freddie live happily ever after in the Last musical world, along with the surviving Singers, which include the Queen band and GWEN STEFANI!! Roger is Roger. Surrounded by beautiful Indigenous ladies, but he secretly likes Gwen, who doesn't like him. John settles down happily in the desert with his Jessica Alba look alike, and has 7 children. Brian also finds love with a beauty, and lives happily, having many children. Gwen Stefani had a crush on Freddie, but seeing Freddie had only eyes for Mary, finds love with another, a handsome Indigenous Man. Everyone is happy, and make beautiful music together!! |
| deleted user 03.05.2007 13:37 |
^ Is the "Indigineous Man" you? :P |
| SomebodyWhoLoves 03.05.2007 13:38 |
<font color=blue> <b>Water Baby wrote: ^ [standing ovation] I knew I wouldn't be disappointed! I hope you write another story when you get the chance, or soon, or whenever. I love your posts!Thank you! I may write another story..but not now. But I definitely had a good time writing this one. Hope everyone enjoyed it! Music = Life = Spread Love, and Joy. |
| SomebodyWhoLoves 03.05.2007 13:38 |
<font color=blue> <b>Water Baby wrote: ^ Is the "Indigineous Man" you? :PLOL. Maybe.;) |
| deleted user 03.05.2007 13:46 |
SomebodyWhoLoves wrote:LOL. That's what I thought.<font color=blue> <b>Water Baby wrote: ^ Is the "Indigineous Man" you? :PLOL. Maybe.;) |