A bit sudden but. I’m going to start trying to write a fanfiction story and post any short ones here(if I ever write a longer one with chapters, it’ll go in another topic). My first story is a Ratatouille one based off of a one page comic from one issue of the magazine “Disney Adventures” (try not to be too hard on me, this is only the second fanfiction I’ve ever written, the first being for a T.V. show that was based off of a game)
Title: Over warm good morning
Rated: G for…not having inappropreate content
Spoilers: None (unless you haven’t seen the 10min clip)
The sun rose slowly over an apartment building in Paris, light streamed through every window, including the curten-less window of a small, shabby flat. The warm sunshine illuminated the whole of the appartment that, while crowded had very few pieces of furniture and then barely enough space for it’s two ocupents. One, a small, blue furred rat was curled up in an oven mitt on the windowsil, sleeping peacefuly, the other a curly haired young man, was leaning over the hot plate on the less than spacious counter, occasionally uttering a sigh of frustration. “I can do this” Linguini told himself all the while wondering how he got himself in this mess, he had started out with the best intentions but, when it came to the actions themselves something just wasn’t going quite right. Once again Linnguini sighed, every morning since monday night he would wake up and find the little chef was already up and making breakfast for both of them, then they would go to their job, which probably only lasted this long because of the little chef. Just once Linguini wanted to be the one doing the real work and do something completely and sucessfuly by himself, he had gotten up before dawn just so he could do this, but once again all he could do was keep the fire extenguisher at arms leingth and hope that at least one of his crepes would turn out well. He breifly looked over at the windowsil and smiled at the rat that helped him so much, but once again was sent back to the moment as he realised that another one of his crepes were burning and it wasn’t coming off the pan. Linguini was frustrated with his own lack of skills and felt as if he were on the verge of pulling his own hair out, he grabbed a handful of hair and gave a good hard yank and of course his other hand jerked up and the crepe went flying off the pan and onto the ceiling.
Meanwhile Remy was just wakeing up at the usual time to start makeing breakfast but this morning was different, the air was filled with a sweet, burning smell. Just then Remy looked up to see something was stuck to the ceiling, the object then fell and landed about a foot away from him on the windowsil, after one moment Remy knew what it was “oh-no” he sighed “it’s the crepes again”, every night since wednesday Liguini had been trying to make crepes by himself, but it always went wrong somehow. Eventually the mixture ran out and the end result was several half burnt-half raw crepes that were stuck together, but were the ones that turned out best, “What do you think?” Linguini asked Remy. Remy stared at his portion then looked up and shook his head, “Well they may not look great, but they taste…they taste…” Linguini said realising how awful it was “maybe, you should try, I’ll take care of cleaning the dishes, and the walls and the ceiling”. So they eventually both managed to finish what they were doing, have breakfast and head out for work, while they rode over Remy couldn’t help wondering why everything this morning had happened, but it didn’t matter, they were almost at work and now they had a system and were on their way to the early morning instruction…
Well, what did everyone think of it? (if you want I can scan the one page comic so you can compair it to the original, as long as there’s no problem with that). I’m pretty sure that this isn’t the best title for the story, I just wanted to use a different one from the magazines, also I’m not that sure about the ending, but I hope it went well. Next time I want to try a story that I’ve thought of, the amount of time until I write the next one will depend on whether or not I get a good idea and on the comments I get for this first one.
- From MiniChuchan
