Frances Smith -Fan Fiction

The saga continues... There is life after Bella...

The Cullen family have been through so many trials and tribulations to last several lifetimes, and in their case, being vampires and all... indeed they had had more than their share. Carlisle and Esme had been noticing the younger members of their vampire brood growing increasingly restless. During their sleepless nights, they started to ponder and discuss between themselves, whether it was time, time to move on again... and just maybe this time, not to just some remote little hide-away town or settlement but to actually relocate much further a field....further than they had ever dared to venture! Rosalie and Emmet had broached the subject too, earlier at a recent family get together. Afterall, Emmet had stated "There are not many towns left, that we have not already lived in." He sadly agreed with Carlisle and Esme, it did seem they were running out towns and out of options.

One Saturday night, while they were getting ready to have their usual family 'movie-get-together' night, it had been Edward's turn to choose the flick. He had randomly out-of-the-blue chosen 'Lord of the Rings'.Generally, Edward could not stand really long movies (...or sagas for that matter) they would bore him to death (he sometimes wished they would... literally!). However, he told his family, he had been intrigued while overhearing a conversation in the video store, some interesting commentary regarding a tiny little known, rarely mentioned 'spec' of a country and its magnificent abundance of breath-taking beautiful landscapes... the forests, mountains, valleys, gorges and lakes. Following the movie that night, Esme decided to excuse herself and quietly went upstairs to her bedroom. She leaned over to her desk and pulled out her ipad to google images and information regarding this new and far off land called; New Zealand! After she had perused  through the many and various images and other information, she curiously wondered to herself ; 'What if, what if....there was an actual coven of vampires that just might exist in such a remote corner of the world?"...

A few weeks later, Carlisle had summoned all the member's of the Cullen family. He smiled as usual, always happy to see them all, though this time there was a noticeable sadness in his eyes. Carlisle decided he needed to cut to the chase and get to the point and then exclaimed; "My dear and much beloved brood, it is with great sadness that I wish to make an important announcement. I have made a decision that will affect our entire immediate family." Rosalie and Emmet looked over directly at each other knowingly but remained silent. Carlisle hesitated a little then continued; "Esme and I have been giving a great deal of consideration to the subject we are about to broach with all of you". Esme suddenly felt she had to interject before her husband had a chance to continue. "As you all must realise by now, it's that 'time' again". "Time that we must be moving on, for our family's sake as well as for our very own survival, you are all aware of the peril we risk and it is too dangerous for us to linger in any one place for too long." Carlisle looked over at his wife sympathetically, "I know it can get frustrating having to keep uprooting ourselves, especially when a place can evoke some wonderful memories". "Unfortunately, as vampires, it is a necessary and vital part for our survival and very existence."

Several months had passed, Edward and Bella had since broken up. Throughout all the tense clashes between Edward and Jacob over Bella, it seemed that somehow a spark had ignited a strange connection between the two...two rival enemies. They had both sensed a deep connection, though neither would admit to their feelings for the other. Bella has resigned herself to the fact there was really nothing she could do. It seemed they had grown tired of fighting over her and there were times they had both felt she had played them for a fool (afterall, she was of the Libra star sign and it wasn't her fault, she merely couldn't make up her mind: "Team Edward' or "Team Jacob'(secretly she had wanted them both). Bella had started noticing that whenever the two were together, Edward's eyes would have that soft amber glow to them and that at times, she catch Jacob with that sad 'puppy-dog' look to him whenever Edward walked away and then at other times, she had to scold Jacob to literally stop drooling! She had decided to step back and end the relationship, though everyone believed it was a mutual break up. She knew in her heart she had to let Edward go, it was only fair.

The Cullen family decided that year, to immigrate to New Zealand and settled in Auckland. Carlisle was able to secure employment at a hospital, working night shifts. They went and bought a lovely home up in the Waitakeries. It was the perfect place for them, giving them the privacy they needed. Edward decided to enrol at AUT university, though he had heard that one of the top faculty members was an actual member of the Vulturi... He'd had had enough of high schools and had asked Carlisle to write a medical note for him to explain the necessity for him to wear shades in class and to sometimes have the classroom blinds pulled down. Alice decided to do psychic readings which gave her the chance to help with the family's finance. Jasper wasn't too happy because he was assigned to go hunting for the family and lamented that seeing there was a lack of deer, he was beginning to hop through the forest like the rabbits he chased as opposed to sprinting like a deer!

As for Jacob, he decided to follow Edward all the way to New Zealand. He was not impressed when he was forced into quarantine! He vowed to write a strongly worded complaint to the American Embassy in Auckland. Edward laughed when he found out about poor Jacob's predicament but told Jacob he would get his family to intervene... Jacob was not amused but was happy that he had made the journey.

There is life after Bella...the saga continues...

S

Billie Houkamau-Johnson's Fan Fiction Final

The Breakfast Club

 

“Dear Mr Vernon

We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But, we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us: in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But, what we found out is that each one of us is a brain, and an athlete, and a basket case, a princess, and a criminal. Does that answer your question?

Sincerely yours, The Breakfast Club.”

It’s been a month since we left The Breakfast Club, and I swear, I have had the best month of my life. Nothing at school changed. Nothing at home changed. But we ruled the night. We got high. We danced. Some of us made love, others, like me, wrote stories. Actually you could see it as documenting our lives. I wanted to be able to look back and remember how amazing life was. We even broke into the school and got high in the library, just so we could go back to where it all started.

One night we were hanging out at Lars River. A car pulled up close by, and the people inside were quiet for 2 seconds before an argument broke out. A loud bang soon followed, everything went silent. We didn’t know what had just happened so we just sat there quietly until the car left.

A couple of days later at school the principal called an emergency assembly for all the students. Once the gymnasium was filled she told us that a pupil of the school had been murdered, her name was Laura Lincoln. She was in my physics lab. The principal then went on to say that her body was found in a river the day before, and that she died from a single shot to her stomach. The gun was found in a rubbish bin nearby, and a full police enquiry had been launched, all of the students were to be interviewed. The night it happened, we promised we wouldn’t tell anyone what we heard.

“Hi Brian, I’m detective Jack Russell. I would like to ask you a few questions, is that ok?”

“Yes detective, ask me anything”
“Did you know Laura Lincoln?”
“Yeah she was in my physics class, we never ta-“
“Do you know if she had a boyfriend?”
“No, not that I know of. She never really talked to anyone”
“Why are you getting all sweaty? Are you nervous?”
“It’s just very hot in here”
“Sure. So where were you on Monday night at around 12pm?”
“Ah, I---I was in my room sleeping.”

“Right. Well that’s all I needed to know, you can go back to class now.”

I walked out of their quickly, I can’t believe I lied to a detective. I mean, it’s their job to find things out right? What if he finds out I was lying? My parents would kill me. I just had to stay calm and forget about that night. None of it happened.

Claire, John, Andrew, Ally and I started talking about what we thought happened that night.

“I bet she was seeing her psychiatrist, and then she told him she was seeing her dentist” Ally said, laughing."

“You have such a disgusting mind” Claire said, as she looked at Ally.

“So do you think we knew who did it?”

“No idea Brian, but whoever did it is sick. Leaving her body in a river? How could any man do that?” “Andrew’s right. I hope they find that son of a bitch.” When John said that, you could see the hate in his eyes. He has that same look when we run out of weed.

Two weeks later when everyone was having lunch in the cafeteria Detective Jack Russell and two police officers came through the doors in a hurry. Everyone watched as they went over to the teachers table.

“Richard Vernon you are under arrest for the murder of Laura Lincoln. Anything you say or do may be used against you in the court of law. You have the rig-“

“No… no! I did not kill that girl. I was in bed with me wife, she told you that! I told you that!”

“Sir, we have more than enough evidence to prove it was you. Your wife told us the truth. She woke up and you weren’t there. As I was saying, you have the right to call your lawyer otherwise you will be provided with a public attorney.”

Less than a month later Mr Vernon was sentenced to life in jail. His charges included first degree murder, statutory rape and grade fixing. Past and present students started coming forward about Vernon flirting with them. His wife, another teacher the high school, left the state with their kids.

The rumours about him flirting with a countless number of girls, and guys, went on for less than a month.  

That night, on the day he was sentenced, the 5 of us went to the spot at the river where Laura was last alive. Claire bought 5 lanterns with candles. John had a lighter and 5 joints. He had also broken into the rowing club just down the river and came back with an old raft with matching oars. Ally and Andrew bought the food. I had the blankets. We went to the middle of the river. We lit our candles, put them into the river, and watched them float around us. As it started to get cold we each grabbed a blanket. Then we lay down to look up at the stars, smoking our joints, and talking about how different our lives had become since we left The Breakfast Club.

Two weeks later, just before school, we decided that things had to change. John and Claire walked through the doors holding hands; Andrew had his arm around Ally. Then there was me, girlfriendless me. Everyone stared and the halls went silent, we just smiled and walked to our lockers.

Links:

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4319571/1/The-Breakfast-Club

Summary: A story about 5 students, 1 teacher, and Saturday detention. This story uses the same characters personalities from the original 1985 movie ‘The Breakfast Club’, directed by John Hughes. There’s a smart boy, bad boy, and sporty boy. Along with little miss ‘it’s all about me’ and the girl who stares quietly from the corner. It’s a cliché to the movie in some context.

Evaluation: What I like about this fan fiction is that the author used original quotes in their story. Though a lot of it was expected as it used the same scenes as the movies, I enjoyed it to a certain extent.

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1779643/1/The-Breakfast-Club-Reunites

Summary: A short story of 5 ex high-school students reuniting after the teacher they had for detention had passed away. This story shows that the students grew up to be exactly as anyone would expect.

Evaluation: When you relate this fan fiction to the movie you quickly come to realise that the characters have grown to be what they were destined to be. I came to understand that after they left ‘The Breakfast Club’ they went their separate ways, not committing to their friendship.

Katie's Fan Fiction Final. Gossip Girl.

“Good morning Upper East Siders, Gossip Girl here, your one and only source into the scandalous lives of Manhattans elite. Today I serve you a delicious dish of déjà vu and no it is not a van der Woodsen gracing Grand Central. I spy with my little eye a Humphrey and its not Lonely Boy. Welcome back to the big apple Little J. And by the looks of her luggage, she’s here to stay. I wonder if she’s going to play naughty or nice. I have a funny feeling that she isn’t back to air kiss the Upper East Side socialites. I think she may be back for revenge. Watch out S. Game on. You will hear from me soon I’m sure about that. You know you love me. XOXO Gossip Girl.”

It was a cold December morning, Jenny Humphrey’s train had just pulled up to Grand Central, as she stepped out into the crisp cool air she took a deep breath and realized what she was doing. She was back. Back in the city that ruined her life and back surrounded by the people that drove her to leave. With this thought in her mind Jenny walked out of the station with confidence, she was here to do one thing, to stop her brother Dan from marrying Serena Van der Woodsen.

Jenny walked up to the front door, took a deep breath and knocked. She heard her Father mumbling to himself and then the door opened. “Jenny!” Rufus screamed, as he stood in shock at his daughter standing before him. He picked her up and swung her around before putting her down. “Welcome back my darling, what a surprise! I was just heading out to meet Lily, Serena and Dan for brunch, it will be great if you come too.” Jenny thought that this was the perfect opportunity to get the ball rolling.

Before arriving at brunch Serena and Dan had already caught wind of Jenny’s return thanks to Gossip Girl. Dan was excited to see his sister but uneasy about why Jenny was in town and of her intentions. Serena on the other hand knew exactly what she was; for maybe it was time to call on her partner in crime Miss Blair Waldorf the queen of scheme. Will S and B return to their scheming ways? At brunch there were talks of a social extravaganza happening tonight that half of Upper East Side would be attending. Would this be Jenny’s opportunity?

“Gossip Girl here. You know who loves a fancy soiree, me. We all know that a good party always involves the unexpected right?  Never fear Upper East Siders, I have a feeling things are about to get interesting. XOXO Gossip Girl.”

Jenny walked into the ballroom of The Empire Hotel and saw Chuck, who was drunk. No surprises there. “Little J, how lovely to have you back” Chuck said to Jenny.

“Go away Chuck, where is Dan?” She replied.

“What had you under the illusion that I would know, I don’t associate with your Brooklyn brother.”

Jenny had forgotten what it was like to be in this world, surrounded by bright lights, dripping diamonds and fake faces. She proceeded to walk through the crowd of well-dressed snobs that quite frankly she hated. Finally, from across the room she caught a glimpse of Dan and Serena.

Jenny walked towards the love stuck couple and found herself standing between them. “And what do you want Jenny? Why are you even back here? You know no one likes you.” Serena snidely commented.

“Calm down, don’t talk to my sister like that. Jenny I didn’t know you were coming tonight” replied Dan.

Jenny looked at Dan and turned to face Serena. “Anything that you have neglected to share?”

Serena stared blankly back at Jenny. “Here we go” she sighs, “what are you even talking about?”

A conniving smile flashed across Jenny’s face, “don’t worry S, you will find out soon enough”. She turned and made her way back through the crowd.

Beep beep. All Upper East Siders know what this sound meant.

“Gossip Girl here and boy do I have some dirt to dish. Looks like S got up to no good last summer in Paris. Is that the sound of wedding bells I hear? A little birdie told me that Lonely Boys future ring may not fit on S’ finger. It seems that she already has a ring filling this space. Come on S, we all know there can’t be any secrets kept around here. Who’s your prince charming? Good luck talking your way out of this one, we all know you need it. That’s all for now. XOXO Gossip Girl.

Jenny quickly made her way out the front door leaving the mess she had created behind. Her work here was done and she couldn’t be more content. Dan’s eyes moved instantly from his phone to Serena’s. “Is this true? Are you married?” Serena starred blankly at Dan, she now realized what Jenny was talking about. Stumped that this had all come to the surface. Serena grabbed Dan’s hand “Its not what it looks like, the lawyers are taking care of it.” Dan quickly turned around pulling his hand from her grasp. “It is not what it looks like Dan! I DO NOT LOVE HIM” she shouted, “its all a big mistake!”

“Leave me alone Serena, you have betrayed me” Dan shouted as he disappeared into the crowd of stunned on lookers. Standing alone Serena was left with nothing but piercing glances and whispering to comfort her.

Title: Gangs of Shortland Street
Characters: Chris Warner, Rachael McKenna, Vasa Leve, Bella Cooper, Zac Smith, Phoenix Warner
Word-Count: 1010

As I take my daily stroll down the hall ways of what used to be the famous 'Shortland street Hospital' I take note of the darkness that the Hospital had now become. Each patient room draped with long velvet curtains blocking the outside from peeping in. Each hospital plain looking chair had now been replaced with comfortable couches. At the front desk where Bella use to sit and greet people, now had been occupied by an even more attractive Bella, dressed in a tight mini leather skirt and top which deemed revealing to the outside world.

"Pimp-daddy Chris" with her wide innocent smile directed to me. She ran from the front -pink decorated- desk to greet me with a royal kiss. Although her greeting is one of my favorite part of the day, I have to show her who has control. Me. In one swift move, I slap her with the back of my right hand, and demand "Bitch. Get me Ray-Chay on line one. I got a bone to pick with that loose women." With no hesitation, or complaint, she did what she was told. A piece died in side every time she looked away in pain. But that was the business I asked for. She hands me the phone and I snatch it off her, giving her a dirty look.

"Ray-Chay, my dear ex-wife. How is my brother Zac treating you" I know exactly what is happening on the other side of this call. At this particular moment, Zac has Ray-Chay with a gun to her head, demanding that she and her gang leave the drug trade in Auckland to me and my kingdom of a Brothel.

"Chris... two words. SCREW YOU!" chucking a spit. My guess, directly into Zac's face. A smile creeps onto my face when I hear a thud. My guess, Zac punching the face of Ray-Chay. Yess!

"Ok. Ok. Ok. what do you want exactly eah?" her new choice of vocabulary created a different, dirtiness to the old clean, mature and problem-free Rachael McKenna.

"Well, the almighty gang lord, Ray-Chay has finally given up" I say sarcastically.

"Hurry up bustard!"

"I want you to give me back Phoenix and Harry and move your drug trade down south. I own Auckland!" the taste of these words finally coming out to the person who knew me inside and out and used it to her advantage almost made me feel victorious until she cut me off

"One question ma'Bro. Why you send me over Zac all alone? huh boy?" my guess was that these words were dancing through a grin she  had on while looking directly at poor Zac. 

"Chris" a  male voice, familiar. Zac? F---en BUSTARD!

"So I see. Alcoholic and Rapist played me at my own game. So what is your gain from this?" the frustration was hidden ever so well in my tone. I began pacing the entrance, scratching my head trying so hard not to sound annoyed. 

"Chris, since..." I hung up on Zac before he was able to complete his sentence. I turned over to Bella and demanded "Ring Vasa Leve. NOW! tell her to look for Roimata. Bring her and her baby here! Now!" 

Frustrated, I hurried across the street to my number one drug dealer Murray, who sold at his bar. Before taking a seat in the same ol' looking bar, Vasa appears dressed in black. BAD-ASS

"Sir, your package is in your office." As I analysed Vasa, the death of Ula changed her dramatically. She's become the most feared women in my brothel and in these streets. BAD-ASS

From outside my office, I hear little cries being hushed by a female voice. I enter to find exactly what I asked for. "Vasa. You have done it again." I hand her her pay cheque and in an instant she disappears. I stood at the door and stared at my new leverage. Yessss!

"What do you want from me and my baby? Please. Don't hurt us." She pleaded.

I could not help but let out a forced chuckle. "Roimata, I am not like anyone here. I know, that child you hold is Zac's. Not T.K's"

A phone-call breaks the intensity between Roimata and I. 

"Chris, if you hurt them. I. WILL. KILL. YOU." I grab Roimata's hair causing her to scream in fright and in agony. Laughing into the phone ending it immediately.

I sit from a distance and watch Roimata as food is being placed in front of her, she doesn't move, she just coos and settles her kid. Zac bursts into the office room, with a gun in the air. His child and Roimata hide in fear, but this doesn't bother me. I expected it all. Accompanying Zac were four other men from Ray-Chay's gang also holding different sized guns in both hands. One of the men looked very familiar "Phoenix?" My worst fears were now being confronted. How could that bitch! I had not seen my son in almost three years due to this battle that had been brewing between Ray-Chay and I. Staring at Phoenix, I order Roimata and her child to move to the next room, and to close the door behind her. Shit is about to get real.
As soon as the door was shut tight, I lunged quickly towards Zac punching him in the face. Causing him to fall to ground, before he could do anything I grabbed his gun and shot him in the forehead. Turning on my back I release three bullets in the direction of there legs, they fall to the ground. My last set of bullets pierced their temples, killing them instantly. I turned towards a scared Phoenix,
"Phoenix. Put the gun down."
"Put your one down first eah"
"Ok." I place the gun down and push it towards him, with my hands in view so he knew I was not a threat. I was fooled. Again. Phoenix raised his gun, pressing the trigger, a bullet came my way, hitting my shoulder.
Hit-list: Phoenix. Ray-Chay


Links:
1. http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4696769/1/Hold-On
2. http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5681148/1/Forever-Lost
3. http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4867366/1/Troubled-Times
4. http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4992545/1/Playing-With-Fire

Fan-Fiction... Bullseye

   Bullseye

   I knew I wasn’t normal.

   It wasn’t just the fact that I was adopted, or because I was diagnosed with dyslexia and ADHD. I saw things, weird things like creepy people and monsters. They usually sneered and smirked their snarly smiles at me. To this day, I had been hoping to meet someone like me.

   One afternoon my prayers were answered.

   Hallelujah!

   It happened the day I took a shortcut down an alleyway. One minute I was alone with the curious cats and rotting rubbish, then he appeared. Eight feet tall, crooked teeth, discoloured skin, and if I’m not mistaken, the cause of the atrocious aroma. It was like the worlds gases amassed into one place. His superior presence didn’t last long.

   A burly girl sprinted onto scene. The girl with the camouflage jacket had her hair float, caused by her spears tip. The moulded metal furiously flashed with energy as she charged. As quick as she entered, the monstrous man was dead. A little acrobatics and a flick of her wrist, the warrior held her trophy. The spear sat vertical as crimson blood wept down the shaft marking her hand. The tip now supported the monsters one and only eye the size of a tennis ball, a perfect hit right through the pupil.

   My eye refused to twitch as I looked upon her.

   “You need to come with me.”

   Those words bought me to camp. Camp Half-Blood.

   They gave me a debriefing, sugar-coating the facts. In the end it was just, ‘Oh my God, I’m going to be fighting for survival for the rest of my life.’

   Like the other campers, minus the satyrs, dryads, and nymphs, I was a Half-Blood. Half mortal and half God. Somewhere in the sky Mount Olympus sat high. To be frank, the Greek Gods were very much alive. Until I was claimed I wouldn’t know which God was my parent. I had no proper place.

   They set me up for orientation the same day I arrived. Rush, rush, rush.

   He had jet-black hair and murky green eyes. “Percy Jackson.”

   I shook his hand and introduced myself.

   “I know it’s a little mind blowing but you’ll get used to it,” he said.

   I rolled my eyes as I watched the Loch-Ness monster slink silently through the lake behind him.

   Percy laughed, “I can show you better than I could tell you.”

   I followed Percy Jackson, the legendary hero other campers mentioned, who had saved the world countless times. He showed me the fields of vines that birthed red infants. He showed me the big house, which had a mummy in the attic. He also showed me the stables, the pavilion where we would eat, and his cabin.

   “This is my cabin, I don’t have any half siblings to share it with yet.”

   A salty breeze brushed my hair as I gazed at the shells decorating the exterior. A small trident flowed along the doorframe. I wondered if he was good at surfing.

   We trekked back around the twelve cabins shaped like a ‘U’. Percy’s sat at the base as one of the three. He walked ahead hunched over.

   “Hey, guys!”

   We turned to see Grover the satyr trot towards us. His hooves clipped the ground trailing a dust cloud. His lower half gave him the ability to climb any hill like a goat. Grover slapped an arm over Percy’s shoulder, “Good seeing you both. Has Percy shown you the archery range yet? Com’on, let's go.”

   Grover jumped up and down dragging Percy as his tiny horns led the way. I followed like a child.

   Yellow straw were packed into bales, which leaned on brown crates. They lined along the backing shed, thick red lines indented the straw face. The bright leaves overhead blocked out the orange heat and the shadow cast a cool cave.

   I looked at the closest target while Grover sorted the equipment. I started to search for Percy when I spotted him. He sat in the darkest part of the shade, most of his features hidden from me. His eyes were dulled, almost hollow.

   I caught Grover's eyes as he ambled towards me with a long curved wooden stick. Its pale brown held strength as  it was imprisoned by a white string. I admired it thoroughly, "This is so cool, I've always wanted to do this."

   He handed over a quiver, arrows and finger tab. Grover ran me through the basics, making sure my performance was right. "You're a natural. Keep aiming. I'ma talk to Percy."

   Grover loped over to Percy and sat next to him. "You ok, Percy my man?"

   Reaching past my shoulder I grabbed an arrow by the nock and fletches. Percy's sigh filled the silence, "I don't know, Grover. After showing the newcomer my cabin, I saw her."

   "Annabeth?"

   "Yeah. Grover... I feel like there's something pushing us apart. It's like she's avoiding me, or maybe I'm not..." I set my arrow and pulled back, my elbow led the way. With my finger rested at the corner of my mouth the feathers brushed my flushed cheek. I aimed down the shaft of the arrow, then released.

   "You're not what?" Grover piped in. "You don't need to be anyone. Just be you. Maybe what's happening is that your words aren't hitting her right."

   My arrow split the red and straw gave way.

   I heard Grover's hooves clop against stones, "Maybe you need to hit her in the right spot."

   "You know, Grover." Percy voice wobbled. "You're a good friend. You may be right, I should talk to her."

   "There she is now," Grover said leaping to his feet while Percy scrambled to get his bearings.

   I stared at my protruding points then looked to see where Grover was indicating. The anxious hero was wiping dust off his blue jeans, "Where?"

   I could just make out a slim blonde under the shade of the stables roofing. What happened next surprised me.

   A burly girl sprinted towards the stables. She was wearing a camouflage jacket. Both girls embraced.

   Grover pointed his finger, "There. She's kissing..." He dropped his arm.

   Percy slid his hand through his hair, "Oh, man. I should have known."

   Grover slapped him on the back, "Sorry. You are so screwed. Clarisse is more in her league than you are."

   "Thanks, glad to know I have your support. I think she just needs a little space. Titans are easier to understand then girls." Percy smiled at me, "No offence."

   I grinned and took another arrow from the quiver. Both boys turned their back on the display. Grover trotted over and observed my shot, "Whoa. You split your own arrow. When Percy shoots he does Percy Jacksons. You just did a Robin Hood."

   Percy chuckled and slung an arm over my shoulder, "Nice shot, Robin. You'll fit in better than I ever did."

   I laughed, "Thanks, Percy. I could help you bullseye your girl."




   Most people do Fan-Fiction between Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase, [Percabeth]
   I decided to break that. I then paired Annabeth with Clarisse who she usually doesn't get along with. And not many people do Fan-Fiction about them.
  
   Some Fan-Fiction links....
   Not all of them may be great, but it's just to establish how the characters are perceived. As well as knowing some of the relationships between them.

 http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8261054/1/Something-New
 http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7213702/1/The-Jealousy-Game
 [R16] http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5822770/1/Turnabout-is-Fair-Play
 http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5909984/1/Sarah-grover
 http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6424505/2/The-Titan-s-Curse 

Encouragement !!

Hi Guys, Keep going! Keep it up! there are some awesome ideas and drafts for fanfics here and I can't wait to read them after the final posting. Also, remember to comment and critique the fanfics of other group members as well - you could do that next week (week 5) after everyone has posted their final work

Romeo and Juliet, Nishas FanFic

Romeo and Juliet, The End and New Beginnings
Characters: Romeo, Lady Juliet, Captain Tybalt, Pastor Lawrence
Setting: New York, 1863

 



The first time I glimpsed my sweet Lady Juliet was at a Ball held in her honour when she first arrived at the Five Points in New York at her father's Manor. A Lady of her class far beyond one such as myself, yet I found myself drawn and captured by her unwitting beauty.


I thought of that night as I ran through the streets of New York in search of St Peters Church, the place we had agreed upon to meet. Praying that I was not too late, if Juliet's father or Tybalt knew of our meeting and she was discovered all would be lost. Our plan had been to meet at the dock, board a ship to take us back to England were we would have journeyed to Gretna Green to be married before her father could stop us. It is the only place that would marry us.


I ran with fear in my heart. When Mercurio found me and said the plan was lost, that Juliet swore she would rather die than be without me and she was coming to St Peters Church to end her life. My world had stopped, everything that had once mattered; the rebellion, Tybalt's schemes to wed Juliet, it all mattered naught. For losing her would be a fate far worse than death.


As I rounded the last corner and the Church came into view the man that has plagued our love from the start was charging toward me, like a raging bull intent on destroying all in its path. Tybalt, stopped, pulled his pistol from his hip and faced me with a look of pure loathing upon his face. 'I see I am not too late for your sweet gathering fair Romeo', Tybalt sneered. 

I stopped five paces from him and held my palms open, my only goal to end this and reach my Lady Love. 'I have nothing to say to you Tybalt, Juliet awaits me; dead. I received news that she has come to St Peters to end her life, there is nothing between us left to quarrel'. A look of pain, followed by anger crossed his face as his pistol arm faltered before dropping completely. 'You lie, Romeo, for she would never do such a thing, she loves her father too much for it. But in saying that I will see for myself and possibly arrest you for it.'


Not wasting my time to reply I stepped around him intent to see Juliet myself, if she is dead I will soon follow. A world without Juliet is not a world worth living in. Taking the church steps two at a time I burst through the ornate wooden doors with a heavy heart dreading that which I was now sure I would find. The church seemed empty at first glance, but there at the stone alter I spied a figure lying still. My heart froze and seemed never to beat again. I recognized the shining brilliance of Juliet's chocolate wavy hair. Her face turned away from me but I knew it to be her. Running towards the alter where she lay upon I collapsed to my knees at seeing her lovely face with a pallid colour and her eyes closed. There was a single tear slipping from her eye seeming frozen on the journey across her cheek. I raised my hand to her face, finding it still warm, hope shot through me thinking I might still have time, I placed my head to her chest even though I could not see her breast rise and fall I prayed for the music that will bring my heart to beat again.


The utter devastation on Romeo's face was more than enough confirmation for Tybalt that Lady Juliet was dead. His hatred for Romeo did not lessen but he thought that the pain of Juliet's death resting on his shoulders was enough to ruin the high and mighty Blackguard. So he turned and left the Church.


Romeo looked behind him as he heard the Church doors shut with a bang, I guess Tybalt had seen all that he needed to. The bastard was gone, that in it self was enough for Romeo. He leaned over Juliet again, thinking he was imaging it before; but no, there it was the very soft barley detectable beat. The sweetest, most magical sound that Romeo had ever heard; Juliet's heart beat. To anyone looking at her, Juliet appeared dead, still and cold. Her chest barely rose, but the subtle hum of her heart beat was there if you pressed your head to her chest.


A soft clearing of a throat broke Romeo from the symphony he listened to, for a second he thought Tybalt had returned. He swung around pulling his dagger out, ready to attack. Instead he saw Pastor Lawrence standing behind him with a sly smirk across his face. 'Fair Romeo, I see our ruse had worked'.


'What do you mean Father? 'How is this possible?'.


Pastor Lawrence smiled, 'simple Romeo, Juliet came here with the intent to end her life. I could not abide by this fair creature taking her life in the name of love. I had to help. I gave a sleeping drought that will give the illusion of death to anyone just looking at her. However by the next moons dawn she will awake as though she has just had a long sleep. I am glad I have the chance to speak with you before you tried to follow her or all would have been for nothing.' Romeo opened his mouth to answer but Pastor Lawrence help up his hand, 'we must make haste, I have arranged passage for you both to England, from there you are on your own. Carry her I will take you to the carriage.'


Two years later Romeo watched over his little family sleeping in his bed, his beautiful wife and baby daughter, Emilia.


Sweet Juliet how our time was thought to have ended yet here we find ourselves again. I was loathe to think of when we planned to join together and instead found ourselves on the alter before death, in a crypt with my life's blood to be spilled before us.


If not for the kindness of Pastor Lawrence we both would have perished that night.

"What's in a name? That which we call a roseBy any other name would smell as sweet."

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Naomi Currie Planning... 'Brain Splatter'

   May I just say, Percy Jackson?
   When thinking of a original world I could take from someone else, I thought Percy Jackson. Something I could squeeze, brake, drop and deform, not that you couldn't do that with any other imaginative world that's not yours.
   I feel like a kid outside the dairy thinking, 'I'm gonna steal this, that and, ooh, definitely this.'
   almost lie looking at a woman as a sales product saying, "Hmm... This looks good, I'll take that." Grabbing all the qualities, characteristics or parts you like, whether it's good or bad, then leaving the rest.
   The scraps.
   Something you don't like or can't change to fit your needs. It's not vile, but it feels dirty and unruly.

   I'd been a fan since I was eleven. I remember a classmate decided to bring in a book for the teacher to read to the rest of us. A ten minute reading session for the hypo-active children to 'calm the fuck down.'
   And guess what the book was called?
   Percy Jackson and the Lightening Thief by Rick Riordan.

Rick Riordan

   The first book in the series, also the first book I brought for myself.
   Let the fandom begin.

   To be frank, I wouldn't refer myself as a 'true fan,' or otherwise known as; Addictive Followers, Stalkers of Literature, and possibly the plain old, One Who is Simply Obsessed.

Aggressive

    My fan frame of mind is more passive, not as aggressive as some.

Passive

      My routine is; buy a book, (roughly as soon as it comes out), read within a day or two, wait another year... Repeat process.
   Patience, my love.

   Fan-fiction, anyone?
   Although it was never in hard copy, I have done fan-fiction. I'd classify it as daydreaming, if you will. More or less making my own situations and scenes, but it never strayed far from the original world/plot and characters to a large extent.
   When I finish a book I do wonder what happens next as much as the next person. I ask question even though there is no one there, and imagine the possibilities that could happen.
   But to have it written?
   You must be a thief!

   So... Percy Jackson as fan-fiction.
   In the original world, Rick Riordan basically plays with a bunch of teenagers who are half-bloods. Sons and daughters of Greek Gods, essentially one parents a God, the other mortal.
   It has the general plot. An issue rises, must resolve issue, if issue not resolved it'll be the end of the world. All of a sudden hope is chucked in, and issue resolved. Quite a few stories have this plot, but some have quirks that make it unique.
   In most of Rick Riordans books, perhaps all of them, the 'young heroes' have to either, find, retrieve, save or stop someone or something. Repetitive and typical, but still entertaining.

   Why?
   Percy Jackson has the usual protagonists  and main objectives, but it's what Rick has done with the story. The offshoots, the branches on the tree he has developed. The world he has created has twists and turns, secrets, surprises, and he has always done cliffhangers. Most readers should be familiar with the, "Argh, God dammit," moments.

   I enjoy fiction novels that mix the truth with the authors imagination. It reminds me of science fiction. Facts and fiction. Truth and imagination. Both put together, the end result?
   Way out of proportion.
   And it is that that makes me say, "Oh yes, I like this."
   Mixing facts and fiction seem to be the way to go. The facts give you the, 'I know this,' feeling. Where the fiction expands from the facts, and even into unfamiliar territory. Broadens the road and creates new alleyways. soon enough a village is born. Soon enough a city has grown. Soon enough a grand piece of literature is complete.

   Rick has taken Greek Mythology, bent and deformed them to his will. I was wondering if this was a form of fan-fiction. At first I did not realize but later, as my knowledge of Ancient Greece and Rome widened, I knew. The quest and characters, what the protagonists did and faced, I had a sense of Deja-vu.
   It seems Rick has done a fan-fiction novel based on The Odyssey by Homer, more or less, Greek Mythology itself. He has taken events, symbols, characters, plus input from his own imagination to write the series.
   Facts and fiction.
   Every author takes at least some small part of reality, culture or religion to contribute to their work. Does it really matter? Perhaps a majority of written works are fan-fiction.

   Percy Jackson as Fan-fiction?
   To do a fan-fiction story on the Percy Jackson world which might be a fan-fiction novel to The Odyssey.
   Right, screw this.
   I've got a stereo-typical South Auckland reputation to uphold.
   I'm gonna steal this, that and, ooh, definitely this.





   Peace Note:
   Tis is my thirst blog. I am going to pleasure treasure this foureva. Feel three two comment, and discus. As well ass comment on my Grandma spalling present future past tense and, punchuation.
   And utter tinks, like plural.
   Thanks you.

Fan Fiction Draft

The Breakfast Club

When you look at us, you see, well you see what everyone else sees. We are your stereo-typical highschoolers, in our stereo-typical groups. The brain, the athlete, the basket case, the prom queen, and the criminal. We had all done something at school that landed us in Saturday detention. Before that day we thought we had nothing in common, a couple of us didn’t even like each other. That day, everything changed.

It has now been a month since we left the breakfast club, and I swear, I have had the best month of my life. Nothing at school changed. Nothing at home changed. But we ruled the night. We got high. We danced. Some of us made love, others, like me, wrote stories. Actually you could see it as documenting our lives. I wanted to be able to look back and remember how amazing life was. We even broke into the school and got high in the library, just so we could go back to where it all started.

 One night we were all hanging out by Lars River, it was a night I would never forget.

A car pulled up close by, I guess whoever was inside didn’t see us because it was too dark. It was around 12. All we could hear was yelling, and then all of a sudden a shot was fired. Everything went silent. We just sat there in fear, not moving an inch until the car left. We heard a door open, and something was being dragged. He was crying, and then he groaned as he picked up the body he had dragged along the dirt. We heard him walk into the river, and then I guess he let the body go. He kept saying sorry as he was walking back to his car, still unaware that we had witnessed, or at least heard, everything. As he turned on his car, I noticed that sound. The engine, it was so powerful. My dad was a mechanic so I knew cars like the back of my hand, and that engine, there is only one model that can support such a strong engine.

A couple of days later at school the principal called an emergency assembly for all the students. Once all of the students and teachers were seated in the gymnasium she told us that a pupil of the school had been murdered, her name was Laura Lincoln. She was in my physics lab. The principal then went on to say that her body was found in a river the day before, and that she died from a single shot to her stomach. The gun was found in a rubbish bin nearby, and a full police enquiry had been launched, all of the students were to be interviewed. The night it happened, we promised we wouldn’t tell anyone what we heard. 476

“Hi Brian, I’m detective Jack Russell. I would like to ask you a few questions, is that ok?”

“Yes detective, ask me anything”

“Did you know Laura Lincoln?”

“Yeah she was in my physics class, we never ta-“

“Do you know if she had a boyfriend?”

“No, not that I know of. She never really talked to anyone”

“Why are you getting all sweaty? Are you nervous?”

“It’s just very hot in here”

“Sure. So where were you on Monday night at around 12pm?”

“Ah, I---I was in my room sleeping. I wasn’t near the lake”

“Right. Well that’s all I needed to know, you can go back to class now.” 111

I walked out of their quickly, I can’t believe I lied to a detective. I mean, it’s their job to find things out right? What if he finds out I was lying? My parents would kill me. I just had to stay calm and forget what I saw that night. None of it happened.

“Oh my god I can’t believe she went to our school that could’ve been me”

“Of course you had to make it about yourself, you can be so self-absorbed sometimes Claire”

“It could’ve been you too Ally”

“No, no. John, me, Brian. We could never do that to you girls.”

“Well whoever Laura was going out with did it to her”

“Claire, baby, that will never happen to you. You’re worth more to me alive than dead”

“Can you not joke about this please?!”

“Ok ok ok. I’m sorry.” 140

“Guys. We need to tell that detective what we saw.”

“Brian, we saw nothing. It was dark. We don’t even know what the guy looks like. And besides, we already told that detective we were all home. If we tell him we saw something, who do you think he’s gonna tell? Our parents.”

“Andrew? C’mon we have to.”

“Sorry Brian, I can’t. If my dad or my coach find out, I’m dead.”

“Fine, I just hope you guys know I’m not happy with this.”

“None of us are Brian; we just have to live with it.”

Claire was right. However that didn’t mean I couldn’t call the detective anonymously. So I did. When he answered I told him the guy that killed Laura drove a 1968 ford fairlane and hung up. A couple of days later detective Jack Russell, along with two police officers, walked through the cafeteria during lunch. As he walked pass me, he gave me a quick wink. Guess I’m not so great at impersonating Johnny Cash. Everyone in the cafeteria watched as he walked up to one of the teachers.

“Richard Vernon you are under arrest for the murder of Laura Lincoln. Anything you say or do may be used against you in the court of law. You have the rig-“

“No… no! I did not kill that girl. I was in bed with me wife, she told you that! I, I told you that!”

“Sir, we have more than enough evidence to prove it was you. Your wife told us the truth. She woke up and you weren’t there. As I was saying, you have the right to call your attorney otherwise you will be provided with a public attorney.”

A couple of months later Mr Vernon was sentenced to 70 years in jail. 5 years for each of the 7 underage girls he had a ‘relationship’ with. 20 years for the murder of Laura Lincoln and her 12 week old unborn child. And I guess they slapped on that extra 15 years just because he was a complete ass.

The rumours about him flirting with a countless number of girls, and guys, went on for less than a month.

That night, on the day he was sentenced, the 5 of us went to the spot at the river where we last saw Laura. Claire bought five lanterns with candles. John had the lighter. And 5 joints. He had also broken into the rowing club just down the river and came back with a raft. Ally and Andrew bought the Coke and chips. I had the blankets. We went to the middle of the river. We lit our candles, put them into the river, and watched them float around us. As it started to get cold we each grabbed a blanket. Then we lay down to look up at the stars, smoking our joints, and talking about how different our lives had become since we all became best friends.

Two weeks later, just before school, we all decided that things had to change. John and Claire walked through the doors holding hands; Andrew had his arm around Ally. Then there was me, girlfriendless me.  All of the boys and girls stared, we just smiled and walked to our lockers. The status quo had changed. Our whole lives have changed.