Just a sample of a fanfic ive considered writing. Tell me what te think.
All SOA characters belong to Kurt Sutter aside from my OC
He was back in his own country, it had been so long but he was finally back.
No that wasn't right, he wasn't in his own country, he hadn't been there in 18 years. No he wasn't there, but he was home, it had been ten years since he was last here. Ten years.....
He stepped out of the SUV, the cold air hitting him in the face like a ton of bricks. This was California it shouldn't be this cold. He nodded to the driver, letting him known it was okay to leave. But the black behemoth didn't pull out of the parking lot it just sat there. The driver looking at him curiously, probably wondering why he didn't want to clean himself up before he got home. But instead he nodded, shifted the gears and drove into the night. Husky stood there outside the clubhouse, his feet just froze there, a great part of him just wanted to take off and leave, to run, hell his entire being wanted to. But he couldn't, no this was his home, his family, all of it was his, he couldn't run away.....not anymore.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm his shaky hands, he reached for the doorknob, only then did he realize how dirty they were, covered in foreign filth. Maybe he should have taken a shower, at first it had never crossed his mind. Once he boarded that plane back to the US, the only thing he could focus on was getting home, facing whatever lay in wait for him. He road the plane still marked from the war, still wearing the same sweat-soaked uniform, the dried blood still on his face. And he allowed himself to be driven home without bothering to cleanup. He wondered if they would even recognize him, o had the war aged him beyond recognition? o would he terrify them, looking so battle worn.
It didn't matter though, he was here now, they were his family, they'd take him back, at least he hoped so.
He stepped through the doorway, taking just enough steps to put himself right in the middle. Just enough so everyone in the room could seem, no matter who they were 'servicing' at the moment. As soon as he had opened the door though all eyes were on him. And it was like 50 pound weight had just landed on him for every pair of eyes. His backpack suddenly felt like a damn anvil. The surprise on his brothers faces hit him like knives, each one twisting in his gut. He couldn't tell if they were happy o mad just surprised their mouths hanging open. The whores and croweaters were shooed away, they exited through he door behind him all glaring at him as they passed for ruining their fun.
He could see Bobby standing to his left a cuestick in one hand, and a birra hanging loosely from the other. Chibs, the Scotsman, stood near the bar leaning on it, he had already dropped his whiskey, it laid on the floor beneath him, the brown liquid oozing out the bottle. His other brothers were there too. Jax, Tig, Clay, Piney, and Opie all standing some distance away, all not sure what to do but Clay, he glared his blue eyes grey burning holes in him. And Husky knew damn well why. The silence was momentarily broken though as she entered the room, a tray full of coffee cups, plates, and various alcohol. All clattering to the floor with a loud shattering noise as pieces of glass flew in all directions. Her whole body shook and tears were hanging in her eyes, but there was also anger a deep-seated anger that had been boiling inside her and was now bubbling over.
Husky looked at Gemma, she was as beautiful and strong as ever, the years had been kind to her. But he couldn't look her in the eyes not after what he had done to her the pain he caused her.
She strutted inoltrare, avanti to him, quickly, every step fum of purpose. She stopped in front of him her hands caressing his face, she traced the scar on the side of his face so gently, but it sent sparks across his skin. Her fingers then moved to the the wound above his eye close to the hairline, the fresh wound that was still open and crusted with dried blood.Her mouth was open a bit like she still couldn't believe he was there, even though she could touch him and feel the warmth if his skin. He knew he had to say something, he had hundreds of things to say all running through his head, crashing into eachother he couldn't form words. He did have one word though.
"Mom." No sooner had it left his mouth, did his head jerk to the side with a schiaffo, smack of skin on skin, and he could already feel the vibrant red handprint on his face. He turned back to her, his eyes cold but not because of her o even the stinging slap she just gave him. His eyes had just been dead for a long time.
Gemma looked about ready to cry, but she wouldn't not here in front of the rest of the club. She dragged him into an embrace making his back pack slip of his shoulders before squeezing him so tight he could barely breathe. Husky felt pain shooting up his spine, and across his chest for he was still sore from his injuries. But there was no way he was going to push her away, she needed this.
And that she did, Gemma hugged her son tightly, holding him close, believing that if she held on long enough it would sink in that he was really here and he would never leave her again. "My boy." She muttered into his chest as they stood embracing eachother, her head laying against his chest and his tilted on her shoulder.
It was like those two words were a cue to the rest of the group o something, for in minuti they were all swarming around him, hugging him and patting him on the back. All muttering things along the lines of "I'm so glad you're back!" and "We all missed te brother" words of endearment coming from everyone's mouth. Even Clay who had glared at him so violently earlier, now only had eyes full of Amore for his son. He was still mad and he would be for awhile, but Husky didn't blame him. The way he had left, had upset Gemma beyond all belief, seeing his Amore hurt like so probably killed Clay.
Eventually the greetings died away, and everyone stood around tears glistening their eyes but not falling down their face. Ha, big bad bikers brought to tears over a brother coming home.
"Come on, lets get te cleaned up." Gemma whispered as she took her sons hand and led him to one of the dorm rooms with a doccia at the back of the clubhouse. Walking down the hall, Husky could here shouts of joy behind him, and his brothers yelling in Glee as they prepared for a long night of whores, drinks, and partying. All in celebration of Husky coming home.
All SOA characters belong to Kurt Sutter aside from my OC
He was back in his own country, it had been so long but he was finally back.
No that wasn't right, he wasn't in his own country, he hadn't been there in 18 years. No he wasn't there, but he was home, it had been ten years since he was last here. Ten years.....
He stepped out of the SUV, the cold air hitting him in the face like a ton of bricks. This was California it shouldn't be this cold. He nodded to the driver, letting him known it was okay to leave. But the black behemoth didn't pull out of the parking lot it just sat there. The driver looking at him curiously, probably wondering why he didn't want to clean himself up before he got home. But instead he nodded, shifted the gears and drove into the night. Husky stood there outside the clubhouse, his feet just froze there, a great part of him just wanted to take off and leave, to run, hell his entire being wanted to. But he couldn't, no this was his home, his family, all of it was his, he couldn't run away.....not anymore.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm his shaky hands, he reached for the doorknob, only then did he realize how dirty they were, covered in foreign filth. Maybe he should have taken a shower, at first it had never crossed his mind. Once he boarded that plane back to the US, the only thing he could focus on was getting home, facing whatever lay in wait for him. He road the plane still marked from the war, still wearing the same sweat-soaked uniform, the dried blood still on his face. And he allowed himself to be driven home without bothering to cleanup. He wondered if they would even recognize him, o had the war aged him beyond recognition? o would he terrify them, looking so battle worn.
It didn't matter though, he was here now, they were his family, they'd take him back, at least he hoped so.
He stepped through the doorway, taking just enough steps to put himself right in the middle. Just enough so everyone in the room could seem, no matter who they were 'servicing' at the moment. As soon as he had opened the door though all eyes were on him. And it was like 50 pound weight had just landed on him for every pair of eyes. His backpack suddenly felt like a damn anvil. The surprise on his brothers faces hit him like knives, each one twisting in his gut. He couldn't tell if they were happy o mad just surprised their mouths hanging open. The whores and croweaters were shooed away, they exited through he door behind him all glaring at him as they passed for ruining their fun.
He could see Bobby standing to his left a cuestick in one hand, and a birra hanging loosely from the other. Chibs, the Scotsman, stood near the bar leaning on it, he had already dropped his whiskey, it laid on the floor beneath him, the brown liquid oozing out the bottle. His other brothers were there too. Jax, Tig, Clay, Piney, and Opie all standing some distance away, all not sure what to do but Clay, he glared his blue eyes grey burning holes in him. And Husky knew damn well why. The silence was momentarily broken though as she entered the room, a tray full of coffee cups, plates, and various alcohol. All clattering to the floor with a loud shattering noise as pieces of glass flew in all directions. Her whole body shook and tears were hanging in her eyes, but there was also anger a deep-seated anger that had been boiling inside her and was now bubbling over.
Husky looked at Gemma, she was as beautiful and strong as ever, the years had been kind to her. But he couldn't look her in the eyes not after what he had done to her the pain he caused her.
She strutted inoltrare, avanti to him, quickly, every step fum of purpose. She stopped in front of him her hands caressing his face, she traced the scar on the side of his face so gently, but it sent sparks across his skin. Her fingers then moved to the the wound above his eye close to the hairline, the fresh wound that was still open and crusted with dried blood.Her mouth was open a bit like she still couldn't believe he was there, even though she could touch him and feel the warmth if his skin. He knew he had to say something, he had hundreds of things to say all running through his head, crashing into eachother he couldn't form words. He did have one word though.
"Mom." No sooner had it left his mouth, did his head jerk to the side with a schiaffo, smack of skin on skin, and he could already feel the vibrant red handprint on his face. He turned back to her, his eyes cold but not because of her o even the stinging slap she just gave him. His eyes had just been dead for a long time.
Gemma looked about ready to cry, but she wouldn't not here in front of the rest of the club. She dragged him into an embrace making his back pack slip of his shoulders before squeezing him so tight he could barely breathe. Husky felt pain shooting up his spine, and across his chest for he was still sore from his injuries. But there was no way he was going to push her away, she needed this.
And that she did, Gemma hugged her son tightly, holding him close, believing that if she held on long enough it would sink in that he was really here and he would never leave her again. "My boy." She muttered into his chest as they stood embracing eachother, her head laying against his chest and his tilted on her shoulder.
It was like those two words were a cue to the rest of the group o something, for in minuti they were all swarming around him, hugging him and patting him on the back. All muttering things along the lines of "I'm so glad you're back!" and "We all missed te brother" words of endearment coming from everyone's mouth. Even Clay who had glared at him so violently earlier, now only had eyes full of Amore for his son. He was still mad and he would be for awhile, but Husky didn't blame him. The way he had left, had upset Gemma beyond all belief, seeing his Amore hurt like so probably killed Clay.
Eventually the greetings died away, and everyone stood around tears glistening their eyes but not falling down their face. Ha, big bad bikers brought to tears over a brother coming home.
"Come on, lets get te cleaned up." Gemma whispered as she took her sons hand and led him to one of the dorm rooms with a doccia at the back of the clubhouse. Walking down the hall, Husky could here shouts of joy behind him, and his brothers yelling in Glee as they prepared for a long night of whores, drinks, and partying. All in celebration of Husky coming home.
Chapter 5: Fight!!
The successivo morning, ghiandaia, jay heard cheering. When he went outside he saw a horrible thing. The Kitsune was being forced to fight a giant lizard, while the Kitsune was still very injured.
"No!" ghiandaia, jay yelled as he grabbed a sword and ran toward the lucertola with his sword.
"What!?" Prince Cole shouted in surprise. The audience started booing as Nick saved the Kitsune.
Then the Guards grabbed the Kitsune and put her in her cage. ghiandaia, jay walked to the Kitsunes cage, and saw the citizens children pulling the Kitsune's tails and Ears as she was chained to the ground while the adults spit at her.
"Why do te keep bullying her!?" ghiandaia, jay yelled as they stopped.
"Don't stop!" Cole yelled as he pulled out a coltello and started cutting the Kitsune's arm's and legs. Than ghiandaia, jay pushed Cole and Blocked him from hurting her.
The successivo morning, ghiandaia, jay heard cheering. When he went outside he saw a horrible thing. The Kitsune was being forced to fight a giant lizard, while the Kitsune was still very injured.
"No!" ghiandaia, jay yelled as he grabbed a sword and ran toward the lucertola with his sword.
"What!?" Prince Cole shouted in surprise. The audience started booing as Nick saved the Kitsune.
Then the Guards grabbed the Kitsune and put her in her cage. ghiandaia, jay walked to the Kitsunes cage, and saw the citizens children pulling the Kitsune's tails and Ears as she was chained to the ground while the adults spit at her.
"Why do te keep bullying her!?" ghiandaia, jay yelled as they stopped.
"Don't stop!" Cole yelled as he pulled out a coltello and started cutting the Kitsune's arm's and legs. Than ghiandaia, jay pushed Cole and Blocked him from hurting her.
1. Fantasy
2. Realistic Fiction
3. Globes
4. Rain
5. The Significance of Pens and Pencils
6. Good foods
7. Colors
8. Drama
9. Quotes
10. TV/Comic Characters
11. angeli on Earth
12. Being a unicorn!
13. Being a Guinea Pig.... ;D
14. Being a Dog. :D
15. Inventions
16. Hybrid/Mutant Animals
17. How to Make Duct Tape Roses
18. Winning a Nobel Peace Prize (What would your speech be!?)
19. Being a Snowman
20. Being Clay/Play Dough/Model Magic
21. Being Socks (YUCK.)
22. Writer's Block (It helps)
23. School
24. Turtles!!!!! (AWESOME!!)
25. Jokes
26. Dogs
27. Lightening
28. Storms
29. Sun
30. Planets
31. Space
32. Awesomeness
33. Horror
34. Biking
35. Nature
36. Monkeys
37. Trees
38. Leaves
Some of these things I prefer to write about while others hate Scrivere about it. That's fine! All te need to brainstorm is a single word and start writing.
2. Realistic Fiction
3. Globes
4. Rain
5. The Significance of Pens and Pencils
6. Good foods
7. Colors
8. Drama
9. Quotes
10. TV/Comic Characters
11. angeli on Earth
12. Being a unicorn!
13. Being a Guinea Pig.... ;D
14. Being a Dog. :D
15. Inventions
16. Hybrid/Mutant Animals
17. How to Make Duct Tape Roses
18. Winning a Nobel Peace Prize (What would your speech be!?)
19. Being a Snowman
20. Being Clay/Play Dough/Model Magic
21. Being Socks (YUCK.)
22. Writer's Block (It helps)
23. School
24. Turtles!!!!! (AWESOME!!)
25. Jokes
26. Dogs
27. Lightening
28. Storms
29. Sun
30. Planets
31. Space
32. Awesomeness
33. Horror
34. Biking
35. Nature
36. Monkeys
37. Trees
38. Leaves
Some of these things I prefer to write about while others hate Scrivere about it. That's fine! All te need to brainstorm is a single word and start writing.
Well, this is a song I wrote.
I've heard it wrong
There's been a mistake
There was a time when I won and I knew it
We will go on and on and on and on
There will be no più mistakes
For the future
We will fight through it all without complaint
We are the winners, my friend
And we'll fight through it all in the end
There's no time to lose it
Cuz we are the winners
Well, I know that it's been a great day
We've done it all
We've been the best we can be and te know it
We are the winners, my friend.
I've heard it wrong
There's been a mistake
There was a time when I won and I knew it
We will go on and on and on and on
There will be no più mistakes
For the future
We will fight through it all without complaint
We are the winners, my friend
And we'll fight through it all in the end
There's no time to lose it
Cuz we are the winners
Well, I know that it's been a great day
We've done it all
We've been the best we can be and te know it
We are the winners, my friend.