Twilight Fan Fic #00002

Author's Note: 


This piece was originally titled "Twilight Fan Fic #00001 as I (erroneously) believed that I would be starting a new trend in writing what I was referring to as Twilight "Fan Fic." As it turns out, there has already been a piece of Twilight Fan Fic written (there may be more, for obvious reasons I didn't look too closely into it) so I have called this "Twilight Fan Fic #00002" and would like to make it clear to my beloved readers - sometimes as many as 5 a day - that I do not have a "beta" #00001 nor 
am I intending to write 10,000 Twilight Fan Fics!


In all seriousness I would like to make it clear I didn't sit down and write this off my own back, it came about as a combination of a discussion about Twilight and a "writing challenge!" Please don't lose too much respect for me!



Flying up in the air, aloft through the heavens, the celestial majesty all around him as he soared. Then down, down, the inevitable descent as Edward Cullen threw himself off a cliff.

Questions raced through his mind, why are we all here? What is our place in the universe? And why did he sparkle in the sunlight? If there was a god, Edward thought as he plummeted towards the emerald and saphire ocean, was he stupid? The great creator who made sparkling vampires? It made no sense to Edward.

Instinctively, Edward knew he wouldn't die, even as he fell. If he was a "real" vampire, he'd turn himself into a bat. Edward had once managed to transform, but into a lemur - the animal of shame - and that wouldn't help here.

Twinkle, twinkle little star, thought Edward as he fell and the sun shone upon him. He thought of his wife. He thought of her smiling, of her crying, of her angry, happy, sad, hungry and confused. It was odd, he thought, that in all those thoughts her facial expression was the same.

A seagull landed on his back. Finally after 104 years, Edward had done something useful. But his usefulness would soon end as...

Whack.

Edward hit the rocks.


Dedicated to Stephanie Meyer - Keep on Dreaming!


(But when you do, stay away from a typewriter. Please.)