Mrs. White goes deep In The Shallows with Porcia!

Have you ever read something that just made you feel? And I don't mean you reaching over and grabbing the man sitting next to you. I'm talking about emotions...heartbreak...pain...loss...joy. I know, Mrs. White rarely gets all choked up, but it's been a busy week. The kids are back in school... I'm weeping with joy. Anyway, I was led to a story by one of my favorite people in the world, and I have to share it because it's simply beautiful.

In The Shallows by Porcia is the story of Bella and Edward. They have the typical first loves who fight the odds and marry, building a life together. The connection that these two have is instant, sparking the moment they meet. They both fall head over heals for each other, and soon enough, they're through college and married.

*****
My eyes open slowly. The sun is warm on my face. I stare towards the window, watching little specks of dust sparkle in the sunlight. The sheets behind me ruffle, a scalding hot arm wraps around me. Lips caress my nape. I can't help myself... I smile. He grunts softly, before whispering in my ear...

"Good morning..."

I turn in his arms, wrapping myself in him. His naked chest to mine. His soft lips to mine. My thighs straddling one of his. His fingertips dance their way up my spine, suddenly buried in my hair. A moan escapes. Owner unknown.

I shift my legs, we roll over. He's on his back, and I'm straddling him. Our lips still dancing together.

I shift once more. Ahhhh...

Another moan escapes. This time, it's definitely him. I am not quiet, though. I let loose a whimper. It's so good.

Together, our noises are symphonic. Symphonic poetry. Eat your heart out, Liszt.

My hips rock back and forth, his large warm hands guiding them. Every limb of mine is touching his, his eyes and mine never break contact. Green, green, green, green, green. I'm there. I'm so there.

Content, I lay my head on his chest. I'm not sure if my cheek is wet because of his chest, or if his chest is wet because of my cheek. Neither of us questions it.

His lips press softly against the top of my head. A soft laugh bubbles in my throat.

"I'm so addicted to you in the morning. Forget coffee, you're all I'll ever need."

The words are so...him.

I'm convinced I'll remember them until the day I die.

*****

They face their fair share of heartache and pain, mainly the several miscarriages that Bella has suffered. Now, they say grief effects everyone differently, and in this story, Bella is shattered by her inability to have a child. What's even worse is when Edward leaves after the fourth one, asking for a divorce.

*****
I rub my stomach. The void. It's still rounded. It almost tricks me for a moment- maybe they're wrong. But they're not. This void is about to swallow me whole, I realize. Because number four is the last straw for him. I've lost a son or daughter, today. But I also just lost my entire world. Because I've now lost him.

If I wasn't so sad, so empty, I'd yell. How dare he blame this on me. How dare he.

I have so much hurt inside me. But I love him. I love him, I love him, I love him. But he doesn't love me anymore. He hasn't said it yet, but he will. I can't give him what he wants. What he's always wanted. I am a broken woman- I don't even feel like a woman. I am defective.

He pats my hand one last time, and leaves the room, closing the hospital room door behind him.

I hate the colour of these fucking walls.

*****

How Bella handles things is not good, but imagine her surprise when six months after leaving her, Bella receives a letter from Edward. She's confused, to say the least, and not sure what to think, especially when every week, a new letter arrives. And these aren't just any letters...they are love letters, filled with memories from their time together. Will Bella ever write back? How long will Edward stay away? Has he had a change of heart, after pushing Bella away from him? And seriously, who is waiting on the other side of Bella's front door when she get's that “feeling”?

I loved this story. The emotions in this little tale were written to perfection. I felt the pain that Bella was enduring. I felt the joy that she had over finding her first love. I felt the confusion she experienced when her ex-husband began writing to her, out of the blue. The way Bella expresses things when Edward is waiting for her to sign their divorce papers was gut-wrenching. And later, when she realizes she loves him and would give anything for him, my breath caught in my chest. When Bella says this line, I froze. It is simply perfection.

*****
I would give up every single thing I own for him. I would throw myself in the water, not knowing how to swim... Because that splash that I'll create? It just might become the wave that will sail his ship towards the setting sun.

*****

In The Shallow is a short, 12 chapter story that is a quick read, but filled with a lot of heart and emotion. It will make you stop and think about that fact that every story has two sides, and you can't really judge until you know both of them. I highly recommend this story, and hope you'll run your angsty little hearts right on over to read it. You won't be disappointed. And honestly, this story only has not even 350 reviews, which is just wrong!! You know what to do... Go read In The Shallow and let Porcia know how much you love it. Also, tell her that Mrs. White sent you. Maybe that will convince her of how much we love her stories, and need more!!

Oh, Neighbor Guy is calling. Gotta go see what Netflix movie he got today...I hope it's something “fun” for us... :D

Mrs. White: How did you get started in fan fic?

Porcia: I just like telling stories. I read a lot of fic, and I just decided to write what I’d like to read. One can only read so many high school centric fics.

MW: What’s the first story you read?

Porcia: I started reading Twilight fic right after the first book came out, so I have absolutely no idea. I doubt it was all that great though.

MW: What’s your favorite fan fic story and why?

Porcia: I don’t really have a favorite. But, I love war fics. The grittiness of them gets to me. The only thing I ask for is historical accuracy in fics. That’s all.

MW: How did you come up with the idea for your stories?

Porcia: To a certain degree, I write what I know. I think it’s important to know what you’re talking about, and to not just blow smoke out of your ass. I might not be writing my life down, but it’s always inspiration.

MW: Who is your favorite character to write?

Porcia: Probably Bella. Only because I think that the original character was so flawed - as in, the writing was flawed. I try to fix her by not having her be some stupid girl who falls into so many cliche stereotypes.

MW: How did you meet and get your beta?

Porcia: I don’t have one.

MW: How does it make you feel when people gush over you and your stories?

Porcia: I’ll be honest... it makes me nervous. I think that they’re only gushing because they feel like they have to. I wish I could reply to every single one of my reviews, but I run out of things to say, and would rather just say a general, heartfelt thank you to everyone, than write something stupid and vapid. I hope that everyone who reads and comments knows that just by reading my words, they’ve done me a great honour, and I thank them for choosing to read my inconsequential blabbering. I’m sharing something that’s, well, a big chunk of my heart -- particularly with In The Shallows -- I don’t want praise. I just want to share a story, and make people feel something. That’s all.

MW: Which Twilight saga book is your favorite? And what’s your opinion on Breaking Dawn?

Porcia: I’m not sure I have a favorite book. Probably Twilight. I think that the characters are interesting, and so much could have been done with them... things like whatever the opposite of Breaking Dawn is. That books is, well, it just is.

MW: If you could give one piece of advice to a new author, what would it be?

Porcia: Don’t buy into the pack mentality. Write for yourself. Write what you want to read. Don’t write about quivering members or silky lady gardens.

MW: What is your favorite part about fan fic and the Twilight fandom?

Porcia: I think that my favorite part is all the different hats that characters can wear. I have seen many Twilight fan fic authors fix what I thought was wrong with the original series - that right there, is special.

MW: What is your favorite ALMOST curse word?

Porcia: I don’t believe in ALMOST cursing. So my favorite curse word is cunt. There’s no point in censorship - everyone knows what you mean, anyway. Nothing is as moronic as seeing “F**k”. We know you’re not writing Funk, thanks.

MW: If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?

Porcia: I don’t particularly believe in an afterlife. I think that the notion of reincarnation is much more romantic. As is the idea that you stay on earth, looking after the ones you love.


Randomness with Mrs. White

MW: If you were in a beauty pageant, what would your talent be?

Porcia: I’m a violinist, so I guess it would be that. Alternatively, I can also chug insane amounts of liquid in an insanely short period of time. Imagine the burp on TV...

MW: What’s your favorite drink?

Porcia: Ice cold water. I hate canned/bottled beverages. I hate milk. I hate the acidity of orange juice, etc.

MW: If you could make smexy times with any character from one of your stories, who would it be and why?

Porcia: Probably Edward from Puck Bunny. Because hockey players are generally amazing in bed. And have a lot of stamina.

MW: What color are your bedroom walls?

Porcia: Dark grey.

MW: Which Disney Princess most closely resembles you and why?

Porcia: Physically? Belle. Behaviour-wise? Jasmine. I don’t take shit, I hate being obliged to do something, and I have a quick temper.

MW: Do you ever use any people from real life in your stories?

Porcia: I recognize a lot in Edward that I never meant to put in there.

MW: What is your favorite kind of car?

Porcia: 1955 Caddy. Seafoam green, white leather interior. mmm....

MW: Do you listen to music while you write? Does music inspire your stories in any way?

Porcia: Absolutely! I don’t see how I could write without music, to be honest.

MW: Who is your favorite actor/actress?

Porcia: Meryl Streep. So fierce. So stunning.

MW: If you could be any other person in the world, who would you be and why?

Porcia: ...so, uh, what’s the name of the person who won the lottery this week? Because I’d want to be them. I’d buy a beautiful cottage in the Maritimes and spend the rest of my life fixing it up.

MW: Who is your celebrity crush?

Porcia: Hmmm. Probably Colin Farrell. Or Henry Cavill. I obviously have a type!

MW: What’s your favorite item on a relish/vegetable tray?

Porcia: Olives. Delicious olives.

MW: Have you ever played football?

Porcia: Assuming you mean *real* football, yes. If you mean American football, then no. I think it’s an incredibly violent sport, and I MUCH prefer hockey.

MW: How did you choose your pen name/username?

Porcia: Porcia Catonis was an incredibly interesting woman, I can’t help but be drawn in by women like her and Lucretia.

MW: What's your favorite flavor of ice cream?

Porcia: Mint Chocolate Chip