Twifanatics discussion

This is where I Allison will judge who can come up with the best Edward speech and that person will have the pleasure of knowing that they can come up with the best Edward speech in my opinion!

so have at it!!!

Specifically how should this Edward speech take place? Is it a New Moon Edward speech or just a random one?

Preferably New Moon but any time would be great!

Okay, here goes.
I pressed into the darkness, broken. Broken for hurting Bella. For leaving her.
She would be fine. She was safe now. Better off without me.
No!
I stopped to think through this logically.
I loved her.
This was a fact.
I wanted her to be happy.
Desperately.
She could not be happy with me.
Lie.
No, she could be happy with me, or she would think she was happy with me. But she was a human. She was born to die. Years of philosophy had completly convinced me of this. Humans were meant to rise, to fall, like leaves on a tree or anything else. She needed a normal life. She needed a husband, children, a comfortable little house in the suburbs, or wherever. She needed a gravestone in a little church cemetary.
No!
I had been clinging to an oak tree; it snapped under the force I put onto it. I began to run, the power of the movement trying to balance the power of my emotions.
Bella - no! I saw the gravestone in my mind, and dreaded words penetrated my mind, beating against it forcefully. Isabella - Marie - Swan - Newton - Black - Yorkie - Newton - Black...1990 ((?)) - to - to - Beloved wife and mother, beautiful until the last - oh, Bella, Bella!
I came to the house my family had found, feeling obliged to come to them, if not stay with them...I had come to no decision. My strength was gone, and I payed the others no mind as they came to greet me, but crumpled to the floor, setting my arms over my knees and shaking with sobs that could never come.
Carlisle shot a worried glance at the others, he came beside me and put an arm over my shoulder. Somehow, I was grateful for him there, and somehow, it resolved me that I couldn't stay with them in my grief, hurting them.
At last I stood and left the house without looking at them, and they knew that I was not going to come back, unlike all those other nights when I had gone out...to watch Bella...to watch her sleep...to hear her gentle voice speak my name as she slept...unguarded...gentle...
Unguarded. A bolt of fear struck me; I remembered Victoria. Victoria...she would not be looking for Bella, but supposed that she came across her as Bella was walking through the woods...just where she shouldn't, as it would be. Bella was a magnet for trouble.
Protect her! I thought, knowing that just now she would be waking, - it was the cruelest crime ever that I could not cry - and going to school in her beat-up truck.
Bella.
Protect her! It was the only thing left. If I could not have her, and if I could not cry for her, then the only thing to do in my meaningless eternity was to keep her happy.
There. I could live as long as I knew that somewhere out there she was blushing, laughing, crying, and I could live with myself if I knew I was keeping her safe.
Past that, there was only darkness and the fires of my earthly hell without her.

Was that OK? Sorry, it was really long.

wow thats good. hmm i am going to have to think to come up with something good.

I won't be participating in this except to read what weird stuff Allison comes up with. I need a few good laughs. :D

Clara Rose, that was excellent, and impressive. Now, I need to start coming up with something equally brilliant.

Well, first of all, I don't have any clues as to what might work or top yours. And I have no desire to write about Edward being miserable.

Wow... that was really good... I guess I get the contest now... I just have to figure out what I would write about... I think I might have to wait until I have read the books again... at least to New Moon...

Okay so, Clara, you are winning

yeah so lets see some monologues, and soliloqys!!!!

The sludge test was a lab we had in science where we had a baby food jar filled with disgusting-smelling stuff and we had to seperate and identify it.

Is anybody else going to but an Edward soliloqy up here?

yes i told you it is coming after my life finishes being stupid and it can be awesome again, and i have to finish up my thoughts on why before i can even think about writing twi-things!

Anyone besides you, then?

I am planning on it but I want to re-read the books (at least to New Moon) before I write a soliloquy....

Not me. I have no creative juices for this one.

I ran as fast as I could. Much faster than it was necessary to. I had to get away. The look in her brown eyes would haunt me forever. I could never live with myself. I stopped, I had to go back.
No. It was too late. I had already broken her.
That thought tore at my already dead heart. I was too distracted by my thoughts of her to even know where I was going. It hurt too much. I realized that I had been running in the right direction the whole time. Carlisle, and Esme were waiting for me. They wouldn't have left without me. They taught me much to kind. I felt evil right now, the kind of person that people feared. I could still hear her calling my name, smell her scent in the breeze, that burn in my throat. It made me sick with myself for what I had done.
It will be okay, Edward. I realized that my mother was speaking to me mentally, I looked at Esme. My face was in her thoughts, mirroring at me.
The face of evil.
It made me angry, just staring at myself. I tried to block out Esme's thoughts from my mind. It hurt to much.
I wondered why my vision was shaking. I knew Earthquakes rarely happened where we lived, not like it mattered. It wouldn't hurt me. But it might hurt Bella. I had the urge to turn back. That was when I realized it was me. I was shaking uncontrollably, angered at my own self. I needed Jasper at the time like this, but he was some where in the world with Alice. No where near by.
"Don't worry, son. it was for the greater good." His words sickened me. I knew he trusted me too much. More than he should of. I took a deep breath.
Here came the real Hell.
Living without Bella.
Living without meaning.
Living without a purpose.
It was really Hell.
I thought about his words, and knew it was true. It was for Bella's purpose. She needed the chance to live without the possibility of dying any second. Away from all of the vampires like him in the world.
I imagined what I had imagined many years ago, when I hardly knew her.
I pictured her walking down the wedding aisle, connected to Charlie elbow to elbow. I looked at the end of the aisle, and saw Mike standing there. They were older, yet somehow it was the same feeling.
Dread.
Pain.
Anger.
I imagined them a few years later, probably about 28 or 29 by now. I saw Bella holding a child, that looked mainly like her. It was only a few months old, at the least. When it opened it's eyes, it was the same color as Newton's. I growled, and knew that my parents didn't know what. Like it mattered. The tree by me was even shaking, I was so mad.
I continued to picture her life, without me. In her eyes there was happiness. I saw her working in an office, yet I couldn't imagine what type of job she would have. Maybe she was a lawyer, teacher, or a banker. I wasn't sure.
I went even farther into the future, and she was very older. She had wrinkles, and was paler than ever. It was her death bed. "NO!" I yelled loudly, my eye's flashing open.
I couldn't let that happen. But it had to. I didn't want her to die. I'd kill myself without her. It was be horrible.
No Bella.
No life.
That's how it really was in my head. Even after imaging Esme's face if I died, the words were still true. If I ever found out Bella died, I was flying to Italy.
Sorry Esme.

that trumps Clara right now!

Thank you!
I have muse. Obviously.

I love their music! And it was really good.

...
I wasn't talking about the band.

yeah i get it!

That was amazing...you win hands down.(So far)

Thank you!

I know you ment the Greek patroness of art, but still...Awesome!

So I finally got to read that... wow that was good... if I was one to cry, I might have...

I like, never cry at all. We need to have another one of these contests. SOME ONE SHOULD MAKE ONE FOR BREAKING DAWN SOLILQY/MONOLOUGE! That would be awesome.

I'll make one, after I do one more post.

A monologue? Or topic?

A monolouge for BD, I'll make one. I'm typing it up.

My BD monolouge:

No. No. No.
This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't.
The pain stricken look behind her eyes. The blood looked as it was gone. The beaten shadows under her eyes. It hurt me more than it hurt her. Which was a lot.
I could only imagine what I looked like. I would be a mess, despite my 'beauty', or so Bella said. I knew my eyes had to be blacker than night, and had to look tortured. This was so much worse than anything. I rather feel the venom flowing threw my veins a million more times than have to see this. It was too much. No one should have to go threw this. This was the reason I shouldn't exist. I wanted to kill myself now. But I couldn't. For Bella. I wouldn't die before she did. I didn't know if she would. But it was likely.
I listened to others thoughts, except for Bella's. Of course. It's not like I had a choice there. Alice was frustrated, blinded by what I had caused. Rosalie, Esme, and Bella were all together. They were discussing something, their thoughts didn't same much. Carlisle was studying some test. Jasper and Emmett were talking about stuff that had nothing to do with it.
Then there were the wolves. Seth's thoughts were unusually kind and optomistic. Jacob was...like me. It hurt him to see Bella like this. But not like it hurt me. No where near. Leah was annoyed. She didn't like being here.
I shook away the thoughts, before finally settling on the baby's. It didn't want to hurt Bella, apparently. I suppose that was good. But it wasn't very good at it. I growled quietly, mainly to myself and the baby. It was smart, but it wouldn't hear my growl. Even if it did, it wouldn't know why.
Carlisle looked at me, sympathy in his eyes. I couldn't stand that look. I was evil. I didn't deserve him as a father. I left the room, and walked towards the living room.
I found Bella lying on the couch, Rosalie at her head, and Esme standing. They were talking. I looked at Bella. She smiled at me, something I couldn't return. I merely sat at the end of the couch, and put her feet in my lap.
I thought when I left her had been painful.
I was wrong.
This was pain.
It was worse.

Oh, gosh. That was good. I'm not going to try topping that.

Really? I didn't like it.

What?! You didn't even like what you wrote?

Not that much.

aww! Thank you!

You're welcome.

OMG Alice is the one who is getting most into this and you guys need to get working!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Working. I'll post it later.

Thank you

I had to hurry.
Before it was too late.
Bella had to be saved now or she would die of that thing growing inside her. How could I do this to her? We thought it was safe! And oh! God what have I done!
Is this my punishment for leaving her? I deserved nothing less. But why her death? It couldn’t be!
Get to Carlisle, he would save her. I watched her anxiously, never taking my eyes off her. She seemed calm. At least she wasn’t nervous. I knew she must be scared, wondering what had happened.
Finally, home. And there’s the family. Oh good.
Wait what? Rose? What was she thinking? We have to get that thing out. Time is wasting. We can’t let that thing grow! What was she thinking? Trying to-
NO! She can’t be thinking that! She can’t keep it! NO! NO! I WON’T ALLOW IT!
Bella, no, it’ll kill her. No. This can’t be happening. Jacob was right. How could this happen? Jacob, right? Me kill her! No. I couldn’t let this happen.
Bella can not keep it. No. Never. I’d die. I would. Carlisle will help. He must. And Emmett.
What? Wait. Carlisle, ……won’t….do it? NO! What is this world coming to? She can’t-he can’t-she-NO!
I rushed through my options. Well, her options. Wait till she’s asleep and take it out myself. No, Rosalie won’t leave her side. And Emmett won’t help. Change Bella now. No. Who knew what would happen? Kill myself, and then I wouldn’t know the outcome. No. That wouldn’t help anyone, especially not Bella. Option three: Convince her to have a baby with Jacob or someone else. I don’t care. Just so long as she lives. No. She wouldn’t. I can’t convince her.
My last option. Keep her happy. Until the end.
NO! I can’t let her die. But I had too. Keep her happy, until the end. Don’t fight. There’s nothing to do. She wants it too badly. Keeping her happy is all I can do. Don’t let her see how it hurts. Don’t make her suffer. Happy. Happy.
And then I would kill myself. That was the only solution. Watch her die happily for that thing I’d caused her to conceive, then die.
Yes, that’s all I can do.
Let her die.

It isn't very long. But that's all I could think of.

I like it! it takes 2.5th place, it just about ties with clara

I like it, too.

Thanks. I don't really like it though.

I feel the same way about all of my works. But I like yours much better than my BD one.

Here's mine:

I looked at Bella, weak with pain, her face paler than usual, her haunted eyes looking up at me. I closed my eyes and remembered her - I had been worried when she had hit her head against the car. That was almost funny now. If her eyes weren't so hurt, so pained, so tortured. And if it weren't Bella.
Maybe...if it had been a baby's face I saw inside her, maybe then I could have understood, if not agreed. But it wasn't. It was a monsters face: it was mine. It had worked its way inside her just to cause her pain. She loved it - too much. It needed her but was also killing her. We really were the same.
The monster was me, and it had to die.
But like me, it belonged to her, utterly and completely. And if she said, don't let it die, don't kill it, that was entirely her choice to make. It was hers just as much as I was.
I envied the monster, I realised. Envied it and hated it, and - loved it, I supposed.
If it hadn't had some of Bella in it too, I would have killed it.

YAYNESSSSSSS!!!!!!!11

excellent!

OH! I just got an awesome idea for another entry. Too bad I'm lazy.