tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881555362006255252024-03-21T10:49:46.980-07:00Fan Fiction 2011/2 group 6Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106448824633699950noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888155536200625525.post-47405595894394600052011-09-19T18:31:00.000-07:002011-07-26T20:58:25.589-07:00WelcomeGroup 6Frankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07106448824633699950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888155536200625525.post-82043762926647310662011-08-21T02:54:00.000-07:002011-08-21T02:54:56.200-07:00Beleana's fanfic - Final<span style="font-size: large;"><u><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Bubblegum Treat</span></u></span> <br />
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<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It was the weekend and Sponge bob and Patrick were near the jelly fields lying down looking at the sky, using their imagination to look for shapes in the clouds and telling each other about it, when Sponge bob had a great idea. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Hey Patrick, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Err....yea I'm thinking what you're thinking....."</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Do you know what would make this more enjoyable; something that involves us chewing??"</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Errr........eating donuts and looking at the clouds?"</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">With a confused look on his face, Sponge bob wasn't sure if Patrick was really thinking what he was thinking. 'oh well', Sponge bob thought, 'he will find out'.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Patrick, you're close but we're going to have a bubble gum blowing contest!!!!"</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Now it was Patrick's turn to be confused . He didn't understand what Sponge bob was talking about.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"HUH??? A what???"</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Patrick! Bubble gum and a contest. Between you and me."</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Finally Patrick understood and got the picture. A bubble gum and a contest.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"OOOOHH!! Oooo can I have pink? that's my favourite colour."</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Bubblegum only comes in one colour anyways. Come on, lets go get pink bubblegum from snack'n'attack".</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sponge bob and Patrick went to get bubblegum and then came back to the field and</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sponge bob starts chewing and blowing. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">With a face that looked as if it was going to pop, Patrick tried to blow a bubble but it kept on going flat. Whereas Sponge bob was successfully blowing bubbles, however, not big enough to his satisfaction.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Umm....how do you blow a bubble, Spongebob?"</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Spongebob turned around and to see Patrick's face continuously turning blue and purple.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Its easy! Like this!" </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sponge bob closed his eyes and with a simple blow, he blew into the gum and out came a bubble. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Wooow!!," Patrick said with admiration as he watched the pink bubble grow bigger and bigger and bigger. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Then it popped in front of Patrick's face. He didn't even move when it landed there. Sponge bob opened his eyes again, "I think that was the biggest one I've done," he said </span><span style="font-size: small;">proudly</span><span style="font-size: small;"> and smiled. "Now you try! All you have to do is say 'it's easy!' "</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Patrick nodded and with his face in concentration he said "It's easssssssyyy!!"</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He did not notice it himself but Patrick was actually blowing really hard and a bubble was developing slowly.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Wow! You're doing it Patrick. Whooooo!!!"</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Patrick saw what was in front of him and then the bubble popped. Patrick had a huge smile on his face. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">That afternoon, Sponge bob and Patrick practiced blowing bubbles until it grew dark.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The next day Patrick came knocking on Sponge bob's house.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Sponge bobbbb!! Let's do the contest now!" he said </span><span style="font-size: small;">excitedly</span><span style="font-size: small;">.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The door was opened by Gary and Patrick let himself in. It looked like Sponge bob was in a hurry.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Sorry Patrick, but I've got work today. Let's do the bubblegum contest after I finish work"</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Awwww...........fine! I'll practice with Gary!"</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Meow" Gary said. Patrick stormed out of the house, and on the way he picked up Gary.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Some hours later, Sponge bob was happily flipping over patties on the grill, when he looked out the window and sees in the distance, Patrick having fun blowing bubbles. 'Gary looks like he's having fun watching Patrick blow bubbles,' Sponge bob thought to himself. 'What's that in his mouth??' he wondered. 'Is that bubblegum? Did Patrick give bubblegum to my Gary?!' </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"SPONGEBOB!! You're burning the patties!! If you're burning the patties, then you're burning me money!!!" shouted Mr. Krabs. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Startled, Sponge bob looked at the patties that were left on the grill, becoming burnt.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Ahh!! S-s-sorry Mr.Krabs, but Patrick gave some bubblegum to Gary. I can see Gary chewing from here." and he pointed out the window towards Gary and Patrick. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I don't care about your Gary. I care about me-me- the customers!! Argh!! They are the important ones here. Focus Sponge bob, Focus!!" and with that, Mr.Krabs went off, back to his office. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sponge bob quickly chucked the burnt patties to the bin and started again. But he couldn't stop thinking about how Gary was chewing bubblegum. 'How can Patrick do that to me? Maybe he's trying get to me to do the contest. So that's why he got revenge on me, by giving bubblegum to Gary!!!' He was shocked and gasped. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">'I'm going to beat him at the bubble gum contest. Honestly, how can he do that to Gary!'</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sponge bob worked hard but was angry. When it was his break, Sponge bob went straight to where Patrick and Gary was. He was still there practising.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"PATRICKKK!!" shouted Sponge bob. "PAATRICCKK!!"</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Patrick stopped blowing bubbles and turned to Spongebob. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.ratemydrawings.com/img/thumbs/2009/03/19/4509/450958_SpongeBob---Angry-gt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://www.ratemydrawings.com/img/thumbs/2009/03/19/4509/450958_SpongeBob---Angry-gt.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size: small;">"Whattt?" </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Why did you give bubblegum to Gary?!"</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I didn't. . . . "</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I SAW him chewing!"</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"But it wasn't bubble gum. . . "</span></div><br />
<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Patrick, are you lying to me,??!!"<br />
"No. . . . .why would you think I'm lying,??" Patrick started to sound teary. <br />
"Then what was it??!!" Sponge bob was trying to keep his cool and didn't want to explode in front of Patrick. He didn't want lose his best friend. But he really wanted Patrick to tell him what Gary had in his mouth immediately. <br />
Almost bursting in tears, Patrick sobbed "It was a lolly. A big, chewy lolly okay??!!!". And with that outburst of confession, he ran all the way home thinking that giving a lolly to Gary was even worse than giving him bubblegum.<br />
Sponge bob was surprised as he watched Patrick run to his rock, where he lived. <br />
"Meow," Gary came up to Sponge bob and looked up at him.<br />
"Is that true Gary?"<br />
"Meow" which meant yes.<br />
Then he picked Gary up smiled at him and then looked at Patrick's house. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I thought he was taking revenge on me. Then I should go say sorry for being angry at him. Let's go Gary."<br />
On the way, Sponge bob was thinking how silly it was for Patrick to run away like that. 'Lollies and bubblegum are different. Gary wouldn't know how to chew a bubblegum. It's not for snails anyway.'<br />
Spongebob knocked on Patrick's house. <br />
"Patrick, I know you're in there."</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Patrick is not home. Please leave a message. Beeeeeeep." said Patrick.<br />
"Patrick, please let me in!" asked Spongebob as politely as he could. <br />
After a few minutes of waiting outside and listening to Patrick sobbing quietly from inside his house, Spongebob let himself in.</span> <span style="font-size: small;">He found Patrick hunched in a corner of his house crying quietly, his back faced toward Spongebob. He put Gary down and touched Patrick on his shoulder. Patrick shuddered at his touch and cried a little louder. "Patrick. . . .I'm, I'm s-s-s-sorry. You </span><span style="font-size: small;">just </span><span style="font-size: small;">gave him a lolly! Which is fine!! I wouldn't have thought you would give bubblegum to Gary . I only thought that because you wanted to do that contest earlier and so you took revenge on me by giving Gary bubblegum. So. . . .do you want to do that bubblegum blowing contest now?"</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"> "..........." </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Patrick??"</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And then he said quietly and a little muffled "I don't know what you said Spongebob, but. . .Okay! Let's do it!!!" And with that, Patrick suddenly sprung up, all happy and smiling. Spongebob was once again surprised by Patrick's sudden change of emotion. He smiled and followed Patrick out the door to the fields, thinking about how he's grateful to have Patrick as his best friend. Because he'd never know what he would do. "Patrick, you're my best friend, you know that?" <br />
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<div></div><div>Pokemon are animals that can go into small pocket balls. They can be small or large ranging from as big as 3 metres or as small as 30 cm.</div><div>They can use many skills such as bite, tackle, growl, sand-attack, confusion and many more. They can defeat each other.</div><div>Professor Oak is the creator of the Pokemon.<br />
Ash is one of the great Pokemon fighters. </div><div><br />
Pikachu is a yellow, electric type Pokemon.</div><div>Ash was the master of Pikachu.<br />
Pikachu decided to run away from Ash. He wanted to get out of the pocket ball. He stole money while Ash was sleeping.<br />
It was enough to get an airplane ticket and money for one year to stay in America.</div><div><br />
So, he went to America. On his way to America, he had to sneak away from the airplane. It was his first time in America and the airplane was so clean and the flight attendants were very kind.</div><div>He wanted to eat a hot dog, a pizza and a big cheeseburger. </div><div>He arrived in America. He went to Time Square and rode the Ferris Wheel. <br />
On his way to the bar, he saw the cutest, sexiest Pokemon ever but he was too shy to talk to her. Her name was Jigglypuff. She was an American bartender. Pikachu was in love. He kept on ordering drinks and he got drunk. Just when he was about to talk to her, he had to throw up. Pikachu was sad, drunk and lonely. </div><div>As the bar was closing, Jigglypuff walked up to Pikachu and asked if Pikachu wanted to go to a nightclub. Pikachu was excited. He had never been to a nightclub before. They entered the club. </div><div>The music was loud and everything was dark. Picachu loved the lasers. The lasers reminded him of Oak’s lab. Pikachu decided to do some tequila shots. He got drunk …again! He then looked around and could not find Jigglypuff. Pikachu was confused. “Oh, pikapi!!” And all of the sudden, he saw Jigglypuff, dancing with another Pokemon, it was Gengar. He was purple and looked like an evil ghost. Pikachu got angry. He broke the glass and he could feel electric power in his body. Pikachu attacked Gengar first and electrocuted him. Gengar was knocked out easily. <br />
Jigglypuff thought, ‘Pikachu is masculine and strong’. <br />
They started to dance together. <br />
Pikachu asked Jigglypuff if she could go to Japan with him but Jigglypuff knew Pikachu was drunk and didn’t take it seriously. <br />
Next morning, Pikachu woke up on the side of the road. He couldn’t remember anything except Jigglypuff. He couldn’t remember the bar where he met her. Pikachu was sad and had a headache. He thought, “I am going to find the bar!!!”<br />
Later on that evening, he started going to one bar after another, looking for Jigglypuff. </div><div>Meanwhile, Ash was looking for Pikachu. He was losing the fights because he didn't have Pikachu. He asked Raticate, one of Pikachu’s best friends, if he knew where Pikachu was. Raticate was hesitant to talk to Ash because Pikachu told him not to tell Ash where he was going. "I'm sorry, master" said Raticate. Then Ash threatened him, " If you don't tell me where Pikachu went, I will put you into hard training." Raticate got scared and told Ash that Pikachu had gone to New York.</div><div>Ash thought, "New York is too big, I might need Professor Oak’s help."<br />
Professor Oak gave Ash some help, "Use this machine. It is used to track Pokemon." The machine was the size of Ash’s palm and could track down where Pikachu was. It showed Pikachu at a bar in New York.</div><div>Back in New York, Pikachu found the bar where Jigglypuff worked at. <br />
"Ah, there you are!" exclaimed Pikachu. Jigglypuff was serving at a new bar. "Where did you go?" <br />
Jiggylpuff didn't say anything. She just looked at Pikachu sadly.</div><div>Then, Pikachu threw his glass. Jigglypuff got surprised and scared. </div><div>"Well, I don't really like you." Jigglypuff said. <br />
"Why?"<br />
"..." Jigglypuff didn't say anything, she just looked at the floor.<br />
</div><div>At that moment, Ash came to the bar glaring at Pikachu, "Pikachu!I found you!" Pikachu got surprised. "Ah, you! I am not your Pokemon anymore."<br />
"I got a pocket ball for you," said Ash.<br />
Ash threw the pocket ball at Pikachu. <br />
Pikachu resisted and the pocket ball didn't work. <br />
"What’s happening? Why doesn't my pocket ball work?"<br />
"Because I am a super Pokemon!!"<br />
Pokemon become super Pokemon when they get drunk. <br />
Pikachu, is very drunk so it was obvious that pocket ball didn't work.<br />
"Haha, I've got a master ball" said Ash.</div><div>Master balls are super balls which can capture Pokemon in any situation. Ash threw the master ball and caught Pikachu. Pikachu was now inside the ball.</div><div>Ash was Satisfied. "Ah, I finally grabbed you, Pikachu!"<br />
Ash thought, "Now where should I go?"<br />
He was thinking of having a nice holiday in America. So, he decided to go to the beach.<br />
“I know a good place for a holiday!” said Jigglypuff. <br />
“You can be my guide.” Ash followed Jigglypuff.<br />
Along the West coast, the sun was shining. The beach was beautiful and Jigglypuff and Ash were laying down on the beach peacefully. Everybody was happy. This is how the story ends.</div><div> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnP9FT25nSh2hyhKrd2ISBlR5wl6GIudPLl2QatkHDH6omp3eCaOWh18VTgivapHQ8QJ-uvbtFJkNb1Vkvku-SOZ1jzMftqo8WUUUUeCij48nH_mQY78DcgzurAIrWY_lXtRfBVDeEilJL/s1600/GangstaPikachu.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: small;"><img border="0" height="256" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnP9FT25nSh2hyhKrd2ISBlR5wl6GIudPLl2QatkHDH6omp3eCaOWh18VTgivapHQ8QJ-uvbtFJkNb1Vkvku-SOZ1jzMftqo8WUUUUeCij48nH_mQY78DcgzurAIrWY_lXtRfBVDeEilJL/s320/GangstaPikachu.png" width="320" /></span></a></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</div>Han Seul (Elle) Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09757003207877245565noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888155536200625525.post-83973424239762382762011-08-19T21:44:00.000-07:002011-08-19T21:57:22.054-07:00Nadine's Final FanFic!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; background-color: rgb(102, 187, 51); "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>Arnold and Gerald Travel to South America</b></span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; "><img src="http://www.nickelodeon.com.au/clickheadspace/img/mcm/2/11L.jpg" /></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; ">
<br /></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Hey Arnold is a Nickelodeon cartoon about a football- headed boy of around 12 years old. He lives with his grandparents in he city and goes to school and hangs around with Gerald (his best friend), Helga (who's secretly in love with him) and with his other friends.</b></span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Arnold and Gerald are now grown up. They have just graduated from high school.</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">These two best friends, have been planning to go on a trip after graduating to visit their exchange student friend from Argentina.</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">The time has finally come and they were leaving in three hours.</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">"Are you ready Arnold?", Gerald asked his friend.</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Arnold was very excited at that moment. He couldn't believe it that they were finally going to visit their friend Agustina and he was very happy for traveling too. Arnold was travelling in his own thoughts, and he didn't hear Gerald.</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">"Arnold! Are you ready?" Gerald asked again.</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">"Yes! I'm so excited, this is going to be an awesome trip!"Arnold said.</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">So they made their way to the airport to catch their plane.</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">After a 12 hour flight, they finally got to Buenos Aires, Argentina.</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Agustina was waiting for them at the airport with her sister Catalina. They both were very anxious to see Arnold and Gerald, because Agustina has talked about them all the time and Catalina has always wanted to meet them.</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">
<br /></span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Arnold and Gerald finally came out off the door! Agustina and Catalina ran up to them, they were very happy to see them!</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Agustina and Catalina hugged them and kissed them on the cheek as every Argentinian does. Arnold and Gerald found it quite strange.</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">"This is my sister Catalina" Agustina said.</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">"Hello!" Both Arnold and Gerald looked at Catalina, but Catalina wasn't saying anything. So, Agustina told them that Catalina didn't speak English. "Oh, Hola!" Gerald exclaimed with his English accent.</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Catalina smiled and answered, "Hola!"</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">So, they went to Agustina's house, which was in a neighborhood of Buenos Aires.</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">It was 10am in Buenos Aires, and there were big traffic jams on the road.</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Agustina explained to them that Buenos Aires was a very busy city and that there are traffic jams all of the time.</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">It was strange for Arnold and Gerald to see so many cars on the road, because they came from a small town and now they were in a big city.</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Agustina explained "Buenos Aires is a beautiful city, but you have to be careful sometimes, because it can get dangerous during the night time".</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">"Yes, it's a beautiful city Agustina! We are going to try to be careful at all times", Arnold responded.</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">"But don't worry guys, because I'm on holidays now, so I'm going to be with you most of the time"Agustina said.</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Gerald was too busy staring at Catalina, he couldn't believe how pretty she looked.</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Arnold gave him a little kick, for him to react and he finally stopped staring at Catalina.</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">They finally got to the house.</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">After a few days, Arnold and Gerald have adapted to their friends lifestyles. They have met Agustina's family and a few of her friends. They have rested and they were now used to the Argentinian time.</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Arnold and Gerald wanted to get to know more about the Argentinian culture and about their typical foods. They wanted to explore more.</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Agustina and her sister took them to the city center to see Avenida 25 de Mayo, the obelisk and La Casa Rosada (the pink house) where the government stays.</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">One afternoon, they also went to the beautiful Puerto Madero, they had lunch by the river and they loved the place.</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">In addition to that, one afternoon they went to the Barrio Boca. Over there, they explored and got to know the real Argentinian culture about tango. They walked around the neighborhood and observed how people danced tango. That evening, they stayed in Barrio Boca until late. They went to a tango bar, where Arnold and Gerald got taught how to dance tango. They later danced with Catalina and Agustina.</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Gerald really liked Catalina and Catalina started to like Gerald, but she didn't know that he liked her. While they were dancing tango, they stared at each other's eyes. Gerald was too scared to tell her, so they just kept dancing.</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">"I think they like each other!", Arnold told Agustina.</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">"I think so, too" Agustina smiled.</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">They both started giggling and they kept dancing. They got a bit tired, so they all went home after that.</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">By the time, Arnold and Gerald were getting familiar with Spanish. They could understand some of it and they could also speak some words.</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">It was a beautiful day, so after having lunch they went to the park near their house.</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Gerald and Catalina kept on staring at each other. Catalina learnt some English during the time as well. She was teaching Gerald some Spanish and he was teaching her some English. They were talking and laughing and finally Gerald surprised Catalina with a kiss. After that, they started going out.</span></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">The days went past very fast. It was nearly the time to go home for Arnold and Gerald. They both didn't want to leave. They loved spending time with Agustina and Catalina. They were also so in love with Argentina, that they decided to stay a couple of months more.</span></div></span>Nadinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12125840045982886197noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888155536200625525.post-6983093699353466762011-08-17T05:44:00.000-07:002011-08-21T23:39:15.951-07:00Luseane's Fanfic FINAL!! :)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbjlwnFmee7WZwIbDzwJR_NJ8q2U-j0Wc1Du74wf3G9kSfmMPtcCYzWr6-zUjyyF6z3f9IYXzCyhgEXMvAt-0q_mXpnsoVpLBIGf5kEmLnJlcp1CJXbwWVKJvEWgDtSfzJEi_9zDNq_7DT/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbjlwnFmee7WZwIbDzwJR_NJ8q2U-j0Wc1Du74wf3G9kSfmMPtcCYzWr6-zUjyyF6z3f9IYXzCyhgEXMvAt-0q_mXpnsoVpLBIGf5kEmLnJlcp1CJXbwWVKJvEWgDtSfzJEi_9zDNq_7DT/s1600/images.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<b style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">LONELY HEARTS is based on a true story, two homicide detectives track Martha Beck and Raymond Martinez Fernandez, a murderous pair known as the "Lonely Hearts Killers" that seduced lonely, vulnerable women, milked them of their money and killed them in cold blood. My Fanfic is 1st person and is my own version of Martha Beck's thoughts leading up to her first kill.</b><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span lang="EN-US"><i>Caution: Contains language that may offend some people.</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt;"><b>Hope you Enjoy! :)</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<span lang="EN-US">Sittin</span><span lang="EN-US">g in the other room waiting for Raymond to finish banging the bitch is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. The thought of him deep inside another woman makes my head want to explode! Why did he ask her to marry him? What was so wrong with me that he couldn't give up the money for my love? She only just walked into our lives and here she is taking <b>MY</b> man, his love and<b> MY</b> attention. I knew the brother sister act was bullshit we should not have taken it this far I hate her! Who the hell does she think she is? I've never been one to share and Raymond is definitely something I am not willing to give up without a fight. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US">"Say my name Raymond...Kitty Kat. Say my name one more time... Kitty Kat. Do you love me? Yes Kitty I love you" What the fuck? Frustration quickly turns to anger as I hear the name “Kitty Kat” being called out over and over again like a broken record. Every bone in my body begins to cringe at the fact that she already has Raymond and now my name. Oh I’m so fueled with anger I could easily punch a hole through this wall and be able to see them fucking, I don’t know her but I hate her and tonight she will die…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXChM-Hv0Ym1MIthC3Yx1c45ff0gw-yRlNoRFchVwluCzJQEi5CzwEzjv0FOdIW4lG4Y4Lc17OOqMUIdoNLgV3vH9g3vOFRoas2AsrfkjorZHQ_dzwXEB9TwEcdkrcQG-cXSbhIIGTKH8r/s1600/index.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXChM-Hv0Ym1MIthC3Yx1c45ff0gw-yRlNoRFchVwluCzJQEi5CzwEzjv0FOdIW4lG4Y4Lc17OOqMUIdoNLgV3vH9g3vOFRoas2AsrfkjorZHQ_dzwXEB9TwEcdkrcQG-cXSbhIIGTKH8r/s320/index.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US">Random thoughts ran through my head as I played different scenes as to how she will suffer. Should I just walk in and beat her to death? No, I have to get rid of her without much effort! The faster she dies the better. And what better way to kill this annoying pest but with Raymond’s own chainsaw. Questions started rambling in my head like an unsolved puzzle. What if he doesn’t love you anymore Martha? Who will want you then? It’s either you or her! Who is it going to be? Do you think Raymond will want you? You have no money! <b>NOTHING! </b>Get rid of her before she gets rid of you Martha <b>DO IT! DO IT!</b> Creeping up slowly carrying this chainsaw and listening to the moans coming from the other room felt like nails being stabbed into my chest not physically but emotionally. Tears followed just as fast. How could he do this to me? He knows how I feel about this woman and yet he plays with my heart the way he plays this woman for her money. Well two can play at that game ray ray and you better enjoy it while you can because after tonight my every wish will be your every command. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLWc56psQZhnUabpQlLRnSZDjsKWjsqgrmkGDQ2M61YzVX5THNO6cU7g_uNvzx0p0taDZHv3x9v-NidDX8_PJzWYPcxOygAp1f0bh4xnoVHlqnIAxpoAa04NFYAnkbyXECxZVbBYIIKkzf/s1600/hehehe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLWc56psQZhnUabpQlLRnSZDjsKWjsqgrmkGDQ2M61YzVX5THNO6cU7g_uNvzx0p0taDZHv3x9v-NidDX8_PJzWYPcxOygAp1f0bh4xnoVHlqnIAxpoAa04NFYAnkbyXECxZVbBYIIKkzf/s1600/hehehe.jpg" /></a><span lang="EN-US">Opening the door was like opening up hell in all its glory! The sight of her riding Raymond back and forth and enjoying it stunned me and I was caught up in watching Raymond caress her back while looking into her eyes telling her how much he loves her. My heart ached and longed for him to see me in this state but he couldn’t see me. He only had eyes for this whore! Holding on to the chainsaw tighter I walked up looking at her back like a lioness looking at her prey for the last time. And with eyes wide open I rammed the chainsaw back and forth through her back and at this time I was moving in motion with the chainsaw mirroring what I had just seen. Her blood splattered all over the wall, floor and our bodies. Slowly she moved and pulled out of the chainsaw and dropped besides Raymond. Teary eyed and angry I yelled while climbing on to the bed “do you enjoy playing with my heart like this?” the closer I got to Raymond the more terrified he looked. Shaking and scared shitless he answered; “I was just working” working? Am I supposed to believe that every woman he gets with and says he loves he’s just working with? Suddenly a smile broke through as I pushed the close to dead whore aside. The sound of her body hitting the floor and hearing her gasp for air somewhat aroused me and I wanted Raymond to satisfy this feeling right away. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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<span lang="EN-US"> Raymond is another person tonight he has never touched me so fiercely before and I wasn’t about to let him stop! Just the thought of having to move Janet’s body is the hassle! Even dead this bitch is ruining this for me. Oh well nobody will notice her disappearance she’s nothing but a waste of space. This time tomorrow we will live happily ever after, well at least until next whore comes along…. </span><br />
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This fan-fiction has different background to the original Romeo and Juliet.<br />
There is three main three differences. <br />
Firstly, tThe time setting is modern. The story happens in story is set in summer and it is told from in Juliet's perspectiveview. <br />
Secondly, the characters are new. Romeo is Timmy and Juliet is the narrator (herthe name is not mentioned). <br />
OnIn the one sunny day, she goes towent Slurpy and gets a strawberry special shake to chill her down.<br />
The Slurpy is where the popular people go. Her best friend Nala was drinking ice tea.<br />
The Tthird difference, which is the biggest difference, is the parents relationship between their parents.<br />
Their parents want the narrator to be with Paul when she likes Timmy, unlike .<br />
Whereas in Romeo and Juliet, where the parents disturb the<br />
relationship between Romeo and Juliet.<br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7305667/1/How_the_Years_Go_By">Pokemon - How the Years Go By</a><br />
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This fan-fiction is based on Pokemon.<br />
This is the time where about the Green and Yellow, the two rivals of pokemon fighters first met .<br />
Different to the originalreal pokemon, the fighters are not rivals in this fan-fiction.<br />
They arewere two young boys who get along withhad good friendship towards each other.<br />
Doctor Oak, the starter of pokemon, wasis the neighbour to these boys.<br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7294699/1/To_Love_Me_As_I_Am">To Love me as I am - Twilight</a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This fan-fiction is based on Twilight.<br />
It is narrated tofrom Edward's point of view.<br />
Edward and Bella loves each other even though Edward is a vampire who killsed people, <br />
because he only killeds 'bad people'. She says that he is 'not a monster'.<br />
Bella accepts Edward the wayas he is.<br />
The story has a ends happilyhappily-ending, which is same as the original Twilight.</div><br />
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6752636/1/Dark_Snow">Snow white - dark snow</a><br />
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This fan-fiction is based on Snow White.<br />
The title of the fiction, Dark Snow,name is the completely opposite of the original title, (Snow White).<br />
In the original snow white, the main character baby wais pretty but in this fictionhere, <br />
the baby snow white and she dies because she eats took juicy apples.<br />
In the original storyone, the Snow Wwhtie takes took a bite of an apple but the prince saves her. It would have been better if this fan-fiction gave the opposite settings from the original,<br />
the snow white can be totally dark skin colour just like the title and be evil character bothering her<br />
step mother.<br />
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This fan-fiction is based on Cinderella.<br />
This is the story that tells you what happens after the ending of original 'Cinderella'.<br />
The story is narrated by Cinderella narrates the story in here. She slipsped her shoeslipper inat her wedding just like in the original Cinderella.<br />
In the original Cinderella, she slippeds her slipperhoe and that was how the prince found her.<br />
She says the life after wedding was not always easy becauuase the prince was going to be with<br />
the 'future king', and she has to serve her husband with 'gifts and pointless service'. Although However, she thinks thatHan Seul (Elle) Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09757003207877245565noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888155536200625525.post-16521335116644959532011-08-16T20:30:00.000-07:002011-08-16T20:51:28.225-07:00Floyds Final Draft<div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-6222208354726963456" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; width: 518px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I drank and drank in disbelief. The blood red wine like silk on the throat. I couldn't help feeling my skull. I know I did it. I blew my brains clear as day. Bullet ripped and fired my meat and flesh. I welcomed nothing. I welcomed peace. But here I sit with something. Am I not dead?. Are these torture tactics? Did I survive? Am I locked and secured with beady eyes observing my every drink and breath?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"> The room glow white released fear and opression into the brain. The room was alien and scentless. It was pure. I woke up here. I'd been here days now but I was well aware no time had passsed. This wasn't Europe or earth. Now you see there is an inclining as to my whereabouts but I am in no way going to admit it. To admit is to admit madness. To admit is to admit that I had invested in the wrong bank. My currency of feeling and action was all designed to overcome and control. But here I sit in everything the holy men had explained. Simplicity love and purity. Everything I burned to the ground and violently repelled. If my location be true then so must the man.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"> My name is Adolf Hitler and I am dead. Conciously dead. I remember dying. I remember nothing. Now this. The third stage. I woke from a dreamless sleep into a pure room. I was waiting. I had blood on my hands if not more. I slept in pools of invisible blood. It was all on me. I gave birth to the sin of the century. I bred bombs and barbed wire. I stole youthfull minds from parental love in exchange for killing ants. One by one they marched to the tune of my self created zombie disco. I was wicked beyond belief. I never believed. Untill now. People feared the soldiers. Soldiers feared the dictator. The dictators feared nothing. Ever. But I was about to meet the maker of nothing. The maker of everything. Nietsche was wrong God is far from dead. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Tho I was alone I knew the interogation had begun. The holy light was questioning me. I questioned me. Like a worm in my heart the lord ate a feast. Death was joyous. Heaven was Hell.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Time had passed when I felt the sudden slither of breath touch the back of my neck. It came with a raspy rattle and an oxygen liquid lick on my spine. The shudder remained. "I am Jesus" whispered the snake voice. "I know". A white noise rang in my bones and began to vibrate through out to a point of intense internal burn. What was a whimper became a scream. What once was energised fell to the ground. My knees crushed onto the eternal mist. The agony electricuted through my vains and bursting blood vessels , reducing my bones to a jelly substance. My hands ripped and walked away from me, dancing in front of my very eyes. My lungs squeezed threw the rib cage to slap my face like large steaks. My tears boiled on there lids. My whole system and structure was rearranging. As if Jesus was levitating my atoms like bricks into new buildings. The white noise grew louder and louder until my skull began to burst with flame and tremble like beaten dogs. Within a flash my entire body blew up. Flying threw the white mist I could see yet without eyes the slithers of meat, bits of bone wires of vein and sprays of blood flying out into all directions. I even saw my eyes fly past me. The pain had stopped now. All was peace. I was without a body. Yet conciouss. Floating away. I no longer saw my hurtling remains. I just flew threw the white void.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"> My concioussness gathered speed thru the mist until I saw the mist like a white floating planet. Perfectly spherical. Humming thru space. Out of the white and into the black. Nothing. Black. Void. Silhouettes appeared like vague rainbow waterfalls pouring thru random pours of space. Contained in this sacred treacle were my scared memories. Within the colours I could make out my beautiful mother. A flash of my wife Eva stroking my hair. My dog. The first human I ever made smile. The first girl I ever stared at unaware of love. The sadness was unbearable. Friends long gone. Within the water were diffrent outcomes of what I could of been. I wish I could jump into them with a splash and start again. "I'm sorry". The rainbow waterfalls faded away and I returned to the empty hum of space. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I floated and thought for a while untill my consciousness landed with a thud onto another planet. My essence curled round it like a pancake on a stick. It came as a surprise as I had stared out into vast space for millenniums. Yet still no time had passed. The void I realised was but a Yogi playground with vast outcomes and possibilities. Out of nothing came something. I realised threw the silence that not only had I been wicked. But also I had been a fool. Dumb almost. There was no such thing as ruling over anything. I was already the void. Born of it like cosmic mother. I am cosmic son. I burned the very fabrics of my being. Torched the hand that made me.I insisted on separation. Of dominance. How the void must laugh. How futile and stupid my statues stand. My documents and manifestos will blow in the wind and burn in the sun. I rested on spitting black rock and liquid lava that roared like the volcanoes around me. My essence began to wilt like a flower. My body had gone and now my soul was to burn. Hell had roared and consumed many a man. Never to return. The ultimate end. My soul burned slowly letting me feel. Memories and opinions turned to smoke. My ideals began to vanquish. Before the last pettle burnt out the rainbow silhoutte returned this time encompassing the entire sky of the planet. Within the waves a million eyes glared like a jury. They watched my last moments. They will never have last moments. Their essence was granted immortality. The eyes of children, women and men all stared at peace. My last piece of soul began to boil and within its steam I evaporated from all that I'd ever known. I never was or would be.</div></div>FloydLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03610491203407703664noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888155536200625525.post-43107877819440746432011-08-08T23:06:00.000-07:002011-08-08T23:12:15.122-07:00Simon Fanfiction - Final<style>
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Before reading you might like to watch a short video I found on <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QTAVlss-kxs">Youtube</a> that helps you grasp the general idea about it.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><a href="http://cdn.myanimelist.net/images/characters/5/85988.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://cdn.myanimelist.net/images/characters/5/85988.jpg" width="128" /></a><a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljbe52c5QC1qamhyd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljbe52c5QC1qamhyd.jpg" width="128" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Hayate no gotoku (Hayate the combat butler) is originally a manga written by Hata Kenjiro. The story about a boy named Hayate was born under misfortune that he have to work hard to pay back the debts his parents brought upon playing around not working. However, one day they ran away leaving 150 million yen debt to him. Threatened by the pursuer to take back the money, he decided to kidnap a rich girl so he would use ransom money to pay the debt. Everything turn out as he end up helping the girl out of a kidnapping case and made she mistook for he being in love with her. The story goes on with he becomes her loyal butler in return for her paying off his enormous debt with the little misunderstanding between them. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;"> This fan fiction setting take place in the future where he have to decide on his relationship with the girls whom, by one way or another, fell in love with him and demand a proper answer after a long time battling with each other for his heart. Well, we’ll leave that for some other time. This time let’s enjoy Hayate emergency solution.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;">Casting:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Hayate_the_Combat_Butler_characters#Ayasaki_household">Hayate</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Hayate_the_Combat_Butler_characters#Sanzenin_household">Nagi</a> [aka Milady and Ojou-sama]</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Hayate_the_Combat_Butler_characters#Aizawa_household">Sakuya</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Hayate_the_Combat_Butler_characters#Katsura_household"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Hinagiku</span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Hayate_the_Combat_Butler_characters#Segawa_household">Segawa </a>(It's Izumi Segawa)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Hayate_the_Combat_Butler_characters#Tennousu_household">A-tan</a> [aka Athena Tennousu</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;">]</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Hayate_the_Combat_Butler_characters#Other_characters">Ruka</a> [aka Luca Suirenji]</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Hayate_the_Combat_Butler_characters#Sanzenin_household">Maria</a> </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;"> </span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">* * *</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Good morning, Milady, it’s time to wake up or you’re gonna be </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">late for school! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;"> Oi, Hayate, let me stay home today. I’m too tired to wake up this early after everything last night. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">**Smile awkwardly** You can’t, Ojou-sama. Today is the first day after summer break. Everybody is expected to be there for the opening ceremony. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;"> But.... **WHACK** Get up now, don’t you want to go to school with your beloved butler Hayate? </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;"> Kyaaaa, Sakuya, where did you .... </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;"> Appear from? I didn’t know you are that forgetful, Nagi. Even though you just talk about last night... **Devilish smile** </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Hmmm, if you do that Hayate might get snatched by other girls, you know, Nagi >:) </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">**Sleepy-Sloppy** No no, absolutely not. I’m up!!! Let’s go to school together Hayate! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;"> Uhhh, Ojou-sama, you can’t go out in pyjama -_-‘ Let’s get changed.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Good morning Nagi~ Good morning Hayate-kun~</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">**Sleepy** Good morning **Smile** Good morning Hinagiku-san</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRW4JNCc4jtd5nF6AbosTGrGZl44F7pFSaGtkD7HNdrY6cIDvsMUg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRW4JNCc4jtd5nF6AbosTGrGZl44F7pFSaGtkD7HNdrY6cIDvsMUg" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Hey Nagi, did we do something last night? I can’t remember it but every time I think about it my heart would beat like crazy...</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Well I don’t really know what you’re talking about but I agree we did do something. (Ueah!?)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">What are you “ueah” for Hayate! Do you remember it? **Glare (Hinagiku & Nagi)**</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Uh oh, no, absolutely not Ojou-sama, haha (awkwardly). Ah, I remember I have to take something from my locker. I’ll see you in class then, Ojousama. Excuse me, Hinagiku-san. **Run away**</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 18pt;">OH HEY WAIT!!! *Shocked* He’s fast. There’s something fishy about him, Nagi...!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">**Walking** Whoa!!! That was close. I didn’t expect them to be like that. Sigh...</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">But well, I’m glad that they had forgot it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">**From behind** Good morning, Hayata-kun!!! Wat cha doing? xD</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Good morning Segawa san. I’m going to my class.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">We heard you mumbling about forgetting something, Ha.ya.te.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">** Panic** <i>Ack, It’s A-tan</i>. Don’t worry about it, A-tan. It’s a minor thing, haha 8-}</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">**Whisper** Well well, perhaps you’re thinking that I didn’t remember anything last night?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;"> <i>I knew it. She didn’t affected by it.</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;"> Haha, I don’t think I understand you, A-tan.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">**Totally cool** Oh well, guess I should talk about it with the others. <b>Hope they haven’t forgotten it yet.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 18pt;">**In a grovel stance** I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I was lying. I’m really sorry. <i>I’m dead TT__TT I really am...</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">So Hayate, what is Athena-chan is talking about?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">No, Segawa-san, I really can't talk about that...</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Oh really, should I tell it to everyone then >:) About how you really are!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">You don't have to tease me like that A-tan.....</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;"><Mobile ring> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Oi Hayate, you're still not going to class yet?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Hai, right away, Ojou-sama. <<i>hang up</i>> I'll see you after class then.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Sigh, I've been running around just trying not to get caught today. How long can I stay like this? Should I ask A-tan to help me? No, no, no. There's noway she will. She was there last night too</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;"> </span></i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;"> <Flashback></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Argh, how can I solve this? I can’t continue like this...</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Hey, where do you think you’re going Hayate?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Yike, Ojou-sama</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">**Pissed off** Yeah, you can go anywhere after we solve our little problem.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Hinagiku-san. What dya mean problem?</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">I don’t think the situation is good for me… For now, the only choice I have left… BAIT!!!</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Hey wait !!!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">**Stump into…** Ru…Ruka-san. What are you doing here?</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"> I’m sorry.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">I thought of something I want to ask you Hayate-san. </span><span style="font-family: Arial;">That’s alright</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">SOMETHING???</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Perfect timming Ruka-san. Please hold down Hayate there!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">**Blush** ‘Hold’? You mean “hold”??? <washed down in some fantasies…></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Chance!</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;"> <b>WHACK!!!</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Don’t you think you can run away from us Hayate-kun >:)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">A-tan…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">**Overlapped** Hayate, why are you running away?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Is this some kind of joke? T___T</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Erm, haha<awkward>, what do you want to ask of me Ojou-sama<i>s</i>?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Well, we planned to ask you nicely but since you’re running away we have no other choice</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;"><After a big braw leaving our Hayate half-dead></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Well Hayate, I don’t know should I say I’m glad that you are alive after that or I’m extremely surprised that someone could put you in this bad condition.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Of course you wouldn’t say that if you know what happened back there Maria-san… =((</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">As Hayate was totally beaten by his masters (they’re all living in the same household as in the original piece) leaving him unable to do anything except breathing, the case closed as all the other don’t want to see Maria in a rage if she were to find out the story. Let’s wait for him to fully recovered until we get to watch what gonna happen to him.</span><br />
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Simon Nguyenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917587272756146401noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888155536200625525.post-31411423140120483232011-08-03T23:38:00.000-07:002011-08-03T23:38:37.680-07:00Floyds Draft 2Time had passed when I felt the sudden slither of breath touch the back of my neck. It came with a raspy rattle and an oxygen liquid lick on my spine. The shudder remained. "I am Jesus" whispered the snake voice. "I know". A white noise rang in my bones and began to vibrate through out to a point of intense internal burn. What was a whimper became a scream. What once was energised fell to the ground. My knees crushed onto the eternal mist. The agony electricuted through my vains and bursting blood vessels , reducing my bones to a jelly substance. My hands ripped and walked away from me, dancing in front of my very eyes. My lungs squeezed threw the rib cage to slap my face like large steaks. My tears boiled on there lids. My whole system and structure was re arranging. As if Jesus was levitating my atoms like bricks into new buildings. The white noise grew louder and louder until my skull began to burst with flame and tremble like an earthquake. Within a flash my entire body blew up. Flying threw the white mist i could see yet without eyes the slithers of meat, bits of bone wires of vein and sprays of blood flying out into all directions. I even saw my eyes fly past me. The pain had stopped now. All was peace. I was without a body. Yet conciouss. Floating away. I no longer saw my hurtling remains. I just flew threw the white void. My concioussness gathered speed thru the mist until I saw the mist like a white floating planet. Perfectly spherical. Humming thru space. Out of the white and into the black. Nothing. Black. Void. Silhouettes appeared like vague rainbow waterfalls pouring thru random pours of space. Contained in this sacred treacle were my memories. Within the colours I could make out my beautifull mother. A flash of my wife Eva. My dog. The sadness was unbearable. Friends long gone. Within the water were diffrent outcomes of what I could of been. I wish I could jump into them with a splash and start again. "Im sorry". The rainbow waterfalls faded away and I returned to the empty hum of space. I floated and thought for a while untill my concioussness landed with a thud onto another planet. I rested on spitting black rock and liquid lava that roared like the volcanoes around me. My essence began to wilt like a flower. My body had gone and now my soul was to burn. Hell had roared and consumed many a man. Never to return. The ultimate end. My soul burned slowly letting me feel. Memories and opinions turned to smoke. My ideals began to vanquish. Before the last pettle burnt out the rainbow silhoutte returned this time encompassing the entire sky of the planet. Within the waves a million eyes glared like a jury. They watched my last moments. They will never have last moments. There essence was granted immortality. The eyes of children, women and men all stared at peace. My last piece of soul began to boil and within its steam I evaporated from all that id ever known. I never was or would be.FloydLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03610491203407703664noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888155536200625525.post-80426512248339297002011-08-02T21:09:00.001-07:002011-08-21T02:27:27.256-07:00Beleana's FanFic Draft<span style="font-size: large;"><u><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Bubblegum Treat</span></u></span> <br />
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<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It was the weekend and Sponge bob and Patrick were near the jelly fields lying down looking at the sky, using their imagination to look for shapes in the clouds and telling each other about it, when Sponge bob had a great idea. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Hey Patrick, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Err....yea I'm thinking what you're thinking....."</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Do you know what would make this more enjoyable; something that involves us chewing??"</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Errr........eating donuts and looking at the clouds?"</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">With a confused look on his face, Sponge bob wasn't sure if Patrick was really thinking what he was thinking. 'oh well', Sponge bob thought, 'he will find out'.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Patrick, you're close but we're going to have a bubble gum blowing contest!!!!"</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Now it was Patrick's turn to be confused . He didn't understand what Sponge bob was talking about.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"HUH??? A what???"</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Patrick! Bubble gum and a contest. Between you and me."</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Finally Patrick understood and got the picture. A bubble gum and a contest.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"OOOOHH!! Oooo can I have pink? that's my favourite colour."</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Bubblegum only comes in one colour anyways."</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> "Come on, lets go get pink bubblegum from snack'n'attack"</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sponge bob and Patrick went to get bubblegum and then came back to the field and</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sponge bob starts chewing and blowing. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">With a face that looked as if it was going to pop, Patrick tried to blow a bubble but it kept on going flat. Whereas Sponge bob was successfully blowing bubbles, however, not big enough to his satisfaction.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Umm....how do you blow a bubble, Spongebob?"</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Spongebob turned around and to see Patrick's face continuously turning blue and purple.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Its easy! Like this!" </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sponge bob closed his eyes and with a simple blow, he blew into the gum and out came a bubble. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Wooow!!," Patrick said with admiration as he watched the pink bubble grow bigger and bigger and bigger. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Then it popped in front of Patrick's face. He didn't even move when it landed there. Sponge bob opened his eyes again, "I think that was the biggest one I've done," he said </span><span style="font-size: small;">proudly</span><span style="font-size: small;"> and smiled. "Now you try! All you have to do is say 'it's easy!' "</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Patrick nodded and with his face in concentration he said "It's easssssssyyy!!"</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He did not notice it himself but Patrick was actually blowing really hard and a bubble was developing slowly.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Wow! You're doing it Patrick. Whooooo!!!"</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Patrick saw what was in front of him and then the bubble popped. Patrick had a huge smile on his face. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">That afternoon, Sponge bob and Patrick practiced blowing bubbles until it grew dark.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The next day Patrick came knocking on Sponge bob's house.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Sponge bobbbb!! Let's do the contest now!" he said </span><span style="font-size: small;">excitedly</span><span style="font-size: small;">.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The door was opened by Gary and Patrick let himself in. It looked like Sponge bob was in a hurry.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Sorry Patrick, but I've got work today. Let's do the bubblegum contest after I finish work"</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Awwww...........fine! I'll practice with Gary!"</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Meow" Gary said. Patrick stormed out of the house, and on the way he picked up Gary.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Some hours later, Sponge bob was happily flipping over patties on the grill, when he looked out the window and sees in the distance, Patrick having fun blowing bubbles. 'Gary looks like he's having fun watching Patrick blow bubbles,' Sponge bob thought to himself. 'What's that in his mouth??' he wondered. 'Is that bubblegum? Did Patrick give bubblegum to my Gary?!' </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"SPONGEBOB!! You're burning the patties!! If you're burning the patties, then you're burning me money!!!" shouted Mr. Krabs. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Startled, Sponge bob looked at the patties that were left on the grill, becoming burnt.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Ahh!! S-s-sorry Mr.Krabs, but Patrick gave some bubblegum to Gary. I can see Gary chewing from here." and he pointed out the window towards Gary and Patrick. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I don't care about your Gary. I care about me-me- the customers!! Argh!! They are the important ones here. Focus Sponge bob, Focus!!" and with that, Mr.Krabs went off, back to his office. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sponge bob quickly chucked the burnt patties to the bin and started again. But he couldn't stop thinking about how Gary was chewing bubblegum. 'How can Patrick do that to me? Maybe he's trying get to me to do the contest. So that's why he got revenge on me, by giving bubblegum to Gary!!!' He was shocked and gasped. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">'I'm going to beat him at the bubble gum contest. Honestly, how can he do that to Gary!'</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sponge bob worked hard but was angry. When it was his break, Sponge bob went straight to where Patrick and Gary was. He was still there practising.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"PATRICKKK!!" shouted Sponge bob. "PAATRICCKK!!"</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Patrick stopped blowing bubbles and turned to Spongebob. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Whattt?" </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Why did you give bubblegum to Gary?!"</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I didn't. . . . "</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I SAW him chewing!"</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"But it wasn't bubble gum. . . "</span></div><style>
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</div><span style="font-size: x-large;">Pokemon fan fiction</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Pokemon was animals that can go on to a small pocket balls. It can be small or large, no matter what the size was. It can be big as</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">3m or small as 30cm.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">They can use many skills such as bite,tackle,growl, sand-attack, confusion and many more. They can defeat each other.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Doctor Oshawott</span><span style="font-size: large;"> was the creator of the Pokemon.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Ash was one of the great Pokemon fighter.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Pikachu was yellow, electric type pokemon.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Ash was the master of Pikachu.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Pikachu decided to run away from Ash. He wanted to get out of the pocket ball. He stole money while Ash was sleeping.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">It was enough to get an airplane ticket and money for one year to stay in America.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So, he went to America. On his way to America, he had to sneak away from the airplane. It was his first time in America. And the airplane was so clean and flight attendants were very kind. He wanted to eat a hot dog and pizza and the big cheeseburger. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">He arrive America. He went to Time Square and the ferris’ wheel. On his way to the bar, he saw the cutest, sexiest pokemon ever but he was too shy to ask. Her name is Jigglypuff. She was American bartender. Pikachu was in love. He kept on ordering drinks. And he got drunk. Just when he was about to ask her, he had to trow up. Pikachu was sad, drunk and lonely. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As the bar was closing, Jigglypuff walked up to Pikachu. And asked if Pikachu to wanted to go nightclub. Picachu was excited. He had never been to a nightclub before. They entered the club. The music was loud. Everything is dark. Picachu loved the razers. The razers reminded the Ok’s lab. Picachu decided trued to do tequila shots. He got drunk …again! He turned and could not fine Jigglypuff. Pikachu was confused. “Oh, <i>pikapi</i>!!” And all of the sudden, he saw Jigglypuff, dancing with another pokemon. It was Gengar. He was purple and look like an evil ghost. Picachu got angry. He broke the glass and he could feel electric power in his body. Pikachu attacked Gengar first and electrocuted him. Gengar was knocked out easily. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">Myu thought, ‘Pikachu is masculine and strong’. They started to dance together. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><style>
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</style></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">Pikachu asked Jigglypuff that if she can go Japan with him but Jigglypuff knew Pikachu was drunk and didn’t take it seriously. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">Next morning, Pikachu walked up side of the road. He couldn’t remember anything except Jigglypuff. He couldn’t remember the bar where he met her. Pikachu was sad and had a headache. He thought, “I am going to find the bar!!!”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">Later, on that evening, he started to going one bar to the next, looking for Jigglypuff. </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"> Meanwhile, Ash was looking for Picachu. He was losing the fights because he didn't have </span><span style="font-size: large;">Picachu. He asked Raticate, one of the Picachu's best friend. </span><span style="font-size: large;">Raticate told hesiated to talk to Ash because Pikachu told him not to talk to Ash where he is going. "I'm sorry, master,"hesiatated Raticate. Then Ash threatened him, " If you don't tell where Pikachu went, I will put you in a hard training."Raticate got scared then told Ash, "He went to America, New York!!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ash thought, "New York is too big, I might need Doctor Ok's lab."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Doctor Oshawott </span><span style="font-size: large;"> gave an advice, "Use this machine. It is used to track pokemon." The machine was sized as big as hands and tracked where Pikachu is going. It says that Pikachu at New York's bar.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">On the other hand, Pikachu find the bar where Jigglypuff is.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">"Ah, there you are,"shouted Pikachu. Jigglypuff was serving at the new bar. "Where have you gone?" </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Jiggylpuff didn't say anything. She just looked at Pikachu sadly.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Then, Pikachu throw glass. Jigglypuff got suprised and scared. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">"Well, I don't really like you." Jigglypuff said. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">"Why?"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">"..." Jigglypuff didn't say anything, she just looked at the floor.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">At that moment, Ash came to the bar. Staring at Pikachu, "Pikachu!I found you!" Pikachu got suprised. "Ah, you. I am not your pokemon anymore."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">"I got a poket ball for you," said Ash.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Ash throw the poketball to Pikachu. <br />
Pikachu resisted and the pocket ball didn't work. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">"What happens? Why doesn't my pocket ball work?"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">"Because I am a super pockmon!!"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Pokemon becomes super pokemon when he got drunk. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Pikachu, is very drunk so it was obvious that poket ball didn't work.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">"Haha, I've got a master ball."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Master ball is the super ball which can capture poket mon in any situation. Master ball grabbed Pikachu.</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">“You can be my guide.” Ash followed Jigglypuff. Along the West coast,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;">The sun was shining. The beach was beautiful and Jigglypuff and Ash were laying down on the beach peacefully. Everybody was happy. This is how the story ends.</span></div></div></div>Han Seul (Elle) Sonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09757003207877245565noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888155536200625525.post-37964513788475934062011-07-31T22:55:00.000-07:002011-09-03T23:22:32.764-07:00Wally's 5 FanFic summaries<div>
<br /><div><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7166500/1/Soul_Mates">Family Guy: Soul Mate</a>
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<br />Families will have to tighten their belt in times of hardship, especially when it is a big family like the Griffins. While the grown up are struggling to meet the basic standard of living, Stewie was able to live in life of luxury. How is he paying for it? Brian being the understanding and nosy dog, has sniffed his way to Stewie secret income source and was surprised pleasantly and unpleasantly. Animals are men’s best friend and sometimes understand their host better than anyone in the world, like Brian will discover Stewie’s secret like no Griffins ever will.
<br />This fan fiction was written in almost identical style as the original authors and directors of Family Guy, so as a result the story line and characters’ speech was predictable and unsurprising.<span style="font-size:0;"> </span>The ending of this fan fiction gave reader then feeling that this author had ran out of ideas and couldn’t come up with something else better to write, so just finishes the fan fiction in the easiest way he could. The fact that the ending doesn’t entail the story was really disappointing for any fan of Family Guy.
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<br />Leela is a typical workaholic. She is also cautious and anti-social on top of that. Because the only entertainment she has is to drink till she is unconscious. She alone, out of everyone else in the company, could not find happiness nor true love. On the New Years Eve 2999, Leela finally made the choice to break the curse of staying at home and getting drunk every single night. She decided to go and have a party night out with all the strangers of New New York. Due to the fact that she has never done this before, she couldn't find one piece of proper dress or make-ups which she think suits the occasion. Will Leela be able to have a good time for once? Or will she just stay home like any other days with alcohol with tears?
<br />This fan fiction is written in a dreadfully boring way, and to put the cherry on top, this piece of work is awfully long and painful to read. This particular piece of fan fiction doe not seem like a fan fiction at all, instead it is more like the author wanting to complain about the world and her own life through writing the story of Leela, the loner. In conclusion, I did not enjoy reading this piece of work one bit, and I don't think it is a good piece of fan fiction at all.
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<br /><div>The Emperor of Japan decided to introduce the western warfare managerial system and technology, and all the troops under the Emperor will be assigned to trainings conducted by western military generals. Ms Hasegawa is assigned to the generals for translating purposes. She is the finest out of all the translators available. Her father and grandfather are both in the Japanese military, and she is able to speak German and French on top of Japanese and English. However due to the fact that she is a female, she was not respected by some of the generals. This shows the sexist culture back in olden days.</div>
<br /><div>The author wrote this fan fiction from a different perspective to the original movie. The movie focused on the Shogun (warlords) and samurais, whereas this fan fiction focuses on the new government's military. From changing the perspective to the new government's military I was able to understand more about the situation in Japan back in the days, and got me more interested in reading this fan fiction. The format was very simple. Quote of speech was frequently used, which makes it a lot easier for me to read.</div>
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<br /><div>The archenemy of the x-men, Erik also known as Magneto, was once an innocent kid, but not just an ordinary kid. Erik is a kid with power to control metal. He was captured by the German army for researches on mutant's power. Captured along with him is Emilia. She has the power to make and control fire in her hand. The Germans wanted to use these special powers as a military weapon against the American and English army. Read to see how Emilia and Erik bonded true friendship and assisted each other during the torment of the Germans.</div>
<br /><div>I really enjoyed reading this fan faction as it is easy to read, and the format was composed in a manner which really encourages me to read on and find out what will happen next. Magneto is always the wise and powerful one, so it is really interesting to see how he was once helpless like normal people.
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<br /><div>This is the story of the next generation. Linguini and Colette have a daughter called Reneta, and Remy the rat chef have passed away, but he did have some offsprings that also can cook. Not only they can cook, they can also read and write. The story goes on, but in the hands of the second generation. Reneta is learning how to cook, and hope one day can become a great chef like his father Linguine, well maybe not his father, but Remy the rat chef. Remy's seven kids and Colette are all help Reneta hoping one day she can too become a great chef and have a place in the industry in France. Read to see how they make this dream a reality.</div>
<br /><div>The fan fiction was written in a simple manner, nothing bad but nothing too good. The story line started good with Remy passed away, and there is now seven rat chefs. Other than that the story did not have much surprising components in it, and everything was quite predictable. It is a good piece of writing, but just that I personally prefers something that can surprise me more.</div>
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Funny, interesting and full of friendship moments, it's a good and heart-warming *dunno how to describe this LOL* fanfiction.The way the author potray the character is awesome. She/he did a great job in transfer their emotions, their thought, their feelings to the reader. The grammar is fine, with good vocabulary combined, he/she has created a humorous fan fiction worth reading.</span></div>Simon Nguyenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917587272756146401noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888155536200625525.post-32509113347450444562011-07-26T20:05:00.000-07:002011-08-02T21:18:00.279-07:00Nadine's 5 Fan Fiction Links<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6619150/1/The_Notebook_II">The Notebook II</a><br /></span><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="http://placesspacesandposers.pbworks.com/f/1256586358/the-notebook-poster1.jpg" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">This fan fiction is about Lucy. Allie's and Noah's granddaughter from the novel The Notebook. Lucy was flying to New York for approaching her dream of being an actress. Her grandparents have already died four years ago, but they left her a picture with something written in the back of it and an empty notebook. The picture was a message from her grandparents telling her to write on that notebook, which later would become a memory, just like they did. So Lucy started writing on it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I found this fan fiction quite interesting, because as soon as I started reading it I really got into it. It was a short story and it finished quite quickly, but I wanted to read more. There were some spelling and grammar mistakes in it. However, it was a nice fan fiction. </span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; font-family:Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;font-size:14px;"><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7228347/1/Love_Potion"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Love Potion, a Hey Arnold! Fan Fiction</span></a><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTdUgfG-xB_WZqC1CMm-_3C3afuDHS7j4aoQZD7i7qMFZsiXJc07xIxZxmn2b0CK4DSXXwkBjB7Hh1lpvKB44wwb3-nV1j4ooa50TNooW-46CbGXtq0Zcc6TfB-QtTmaKuZtErFqHSf_Ym/s320/Arnold_%2526_Helga_together.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634596104723973410" style="padding-top: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); -webkit-box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.496094) 1px 1px 5px; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.496094) 1px 1px 5px; float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">This fan fiction is a new episode from Hey Arnold!, the cartoon. In this episode, Helga drunk a love potion, which made her forget all her feelings for Arnold. When Helga drunk the love potion, her feelings for Arnold were gone. Arnold was very concerned about her not making fun of him, so he invited her for a picnic to find out what was going on. At the end, Helga never told her about the love potion, but they became very good friends.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I found this fan fiction's episode of Hey Arnold quite amusing. I actually liked the way that the episode was described. It made me feel as I was watching a new Hey Arnold episode. I liked it, because Helga was finally being nice to Arnold. It was well written and well described. I wanted to read more.</span></div></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6912485/1/Mud_Slugs">Mud Slugs. A Rugrats Fan Fiction. </a></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><img src="http://images.wikia.com/cartoonica/images/4/47/Phil-Lil.gif" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Mud slugs is a Rugrats fan fiction. This fan fiction is aboutthe twins Lil and Phil grown up. Phil falls in love with a girl. They then broke up, because the girl just made a bet with her friends as Phil was just a "mud slug".Lil suddenly finds out about Phil's problem and she does her best to make her brother feel better. After a long conversation, Lil made Phil understand that he wasn't a "mud slug". The day after, they both took revenge of the girl.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I thought that this fan fiction was well written. It made me feel like I was just watching a new Rugrat's episode. There were some spelling and grammar mistakes, but it was hard to realize. I found that this fan fiction had a message to people. The message was that brothers and sisters can always we there for you. I really appreciated this message, because it makes readers think about their siblings. Overall it was a fun story.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5779553/1/catch">Catch. With Characters from Glee</a></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><img src="http://images.wikia.com/glee/images/5/50/Quinn-Finn-glee.jpg" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Catch is a fan fiction about Glee, the TV show. The fan fiction's setting is four years after Quinn had her daughter. This time, Quinn decided to keep her daughter instead of giving her away. Quinn was already 21 when her daughter was 4 years old. Quinn had brought up her daughter all by herself for the past four years. One day, Finn, Claire's dad finally showed up. Quinn got very upset that he didn't show up before. After thinking for a long time, Quinn forgave Finn and Claire finally got to meet her dad.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">This fan fiction was quite interesting, as I never thought about what could have happened if Quinn kept her daughter. Overall, I enjoyed this fan fiction. Although the end was going to be obvious, I found that this fan fiction sounded quite real. The end didn't seem real, but the beginning of the story did. I liked the way the writer wrote it, because she made the story interesting, rather than boring.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6803236/1/Conversations">Conversations. A Brothers and Sisters Fan Fiction.</a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><img src="webkit-fake-url://75FCBBD9-3B21-4E61-BC28-A1F92074182B/brothers_and_sisters-show.jpg" alt="brothers_and_sisters-show.jpg" /></p></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Conversations is a fan fiction based on the television program Brothers and Sisters. Kevin is living with Kitty, because him and Scotty have had a big argument about Scotty. Scotty still loved Kevin and Kevin still loved Scotty, but Kevin was hurt by Scotty and he didn't want to talk or to hear about Scotty for a while. So Scotty rang Kitty up to have a conversation about her. Scotty just wanted to know how Kevin was doing, but Kitty didn't know much about how he was feeling, because she hasn't talked to Kevin about it. After a big conversation, Scotty and Kitty agreed that he would talk to him.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I liked this fan fiction, it really seemed like a part of a Brothers and Sisters episode. I wanted to keep on reading more. I was curious to read if Kevin and Scotty would get back together. I liked the way the conversation was written, because it was clear and it actually sounded as the real actors would be talking. Overall, I found this fan fiction very interesting. There were some spelling errors and also grammar mistakes, but it was possible to read the story.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div>Nadinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12125840045982886197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888155536200625525.post-36893573709171906312011-07-26T19:47:00.000-07:002011-08-14T00:50:28.801-07:00Nadine's Fanfiction Draft<div>
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<br /></p></span></span><div><div><div>Hey Arnold is a Nickelodeon cartoon about a football- headed boy of around 12 years old. He lives with his grandparents in he city and goes to school and hangs around with Gerald (his best friend), Helga (who's secretly in love with him) and with his other friends.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Arnold and Gerald are now grown up. They have just graduated from high school.</div><div>These two best friends, have been planning to go on a trip after graduating to visit their exchange student friend from Argentina.</div><div>The time has finally come and they were leaving in three hours.</div><div>"Are you ready Arnold?", Gerald asked his friend.</div><div>Arnold was very excited at that moment. He couldn't believe it that they were finally going to visit their friend Agustina and he was very happy for traveling too. Arnold was travelling in his own thoughts, and he didn't hear Gerald.</div><div>"Arnold! Are you ready?" Gerald asked again.</div><div>"Yes! I'm so excited, this is going to be an awesome trip!"Arnold said.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>So they made their way to the airport to catch their plane.</div><div>After a 12 hour flight, they finally got to Buenos Aires, Argentina.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Agustina was waiting for them at the airport with her sister Catalina. They both were very anxious to see Arnold and Gerald, because Agustina has talked about them all the time and Catalina has always wanted to meet them.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Arnold and Gerald finally came out off the door! Agustina and Catalina ran up to them, they were very happy to see them!</div><div>Agustina and Catalina hugged them and kissed them on the cheek as every Argentinian does. Arnold and Gerald found it quite strange.</div><div>"This is my sister Catalina" Agustina said.</div><div>"Hello!" Both Arnold and Gerald looked at Catalina, but Catalina wasn't saying anything. So, Agustina told them that Catalina didn't speak English. "Oh, Hola!" Gerald exclaimed with his English accent.</div><div>Catalina smiled and answered, "Hola!"</div><div>So, they went to Agustina's house, which was in a neighborhood of Buenos Aires.</div><div>It was 10am in Buenos Aires, and there were big traffic jams on the road.</div><div>Agustina explained to them that Buenos Aires was a very busy city and that there are traffic jams all of the time.</div><div>It was strange for Arnold and Gerald to see so many cars on the road, because they came from a small town and now they were in a big city.</div><div>Agustina explained "Buenos Aires is a beautiful city, but you have to be careful sometimes, because it can get dangerous during the night time".</div><div>"Yes, it's a beautiful city Agustina! We are going to try to be careful at all times", Arnold responded.</div><div>"But don't worry guys, because I'm on holidays now, so I'm going to be with you most of the time"Agustina said.</div><div>Gerald was too busy staring at Catalina, he couldn't believe how pretty she looked.</div><div>Arnold gave him a little kick, for him to react and he finally stopped staring at Catalina.</div><div>They finally got to the house.</div><div>After a few days, Arnold and Gerald have adapted to their friends lifestyles. They have met Agustina's family and a few of her friends. They have rested and they were now used to the Argentinian time.</div><div>Arnold and Gerald wanted to get to know more about the Argentinian culture and about their typical foods. They wanted to explore more.</div><div>Agustina and her sister took them to the city center to see Avenida 25 de Mayo, the obelisk and La Casa Rosada (the pink house) where the government stays.</div><div>One afternoon, they also went to the beautiful Puerto Madero, they had lunch by the river and they loved the place.</div><div>In addition to that, one afternoon they went to the Barrio Boca. Over there, they explored and got to know the real Argentinian culture about tango. They walked around the neighborhood and observed how people danced tango. That evening, they stayed in Barrio Boca until late. They went to a tango bar, where Arnold and Gerald got taught how to dance tango. They later danced with Catalina and Agustina.</div><div>Gerald really liked Catalina and Catalina started to like Gerald, but she didn't know that he liked her. While they were dancing tango, they stared at each other's eyes. Gerald was too scared to tell her, so they just kept dancing.</div><div>"I think they like each other!", Arnold told Agustina.</div><div>"I think so, too" Agustina smiled.</div><div>They both started giggling and they kept dancing. They got a bit tired, so they all went home after that.</div><div>By the time, Arnold and Gerald were getting familiar with Spanish. They could understand some of it and they could also speak some words.</div><div>It was a beautiful day, so after having lunch they went to the park near their house.</div><div>Gerald and Catalina kept on staring at each other. Catalina learnt some English during the time as well. She was teaching Gerald some Spanish and he was teaching her some English. They were talking and laughing and finally Gerald surprised Catalina with a kiss. After that, they started going out.</div><div>The days went past very fast. It was nearly the time to go home for Arnold and Gerald. They both didn't want to leave. They loved spending time with Agustina and Catalina. They were also so in love with Argentina, that they decided to stay a couple of months more. </div></div><div>
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<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4540948/1/Superman_vs_Hitler">Superman_vs_Hitler</a><br />
<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7141190/1/The_Night_I_Saw_the_Messiah_Born">The_Night_I_Saw_the_Messiah_Born</a><br />
<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7096527/1/Deliverance">Deliverance..Richard Hawkins (atheist) goes to Heaven</a><br />
<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7056476/1/moses_and_hitler_the_epic_battle">Hitler Vs Moses</a><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">This fan fiction starts with Clarke Kent reporting to the Daily Planet as a journalist in Germany. He is following a group of American soldiers in the final days of the war. Clarke ponders whether he should bring a quick end to the war by using his powers to locate and kill Hitler himself. He feels this may be to risky as he was Americas secret weapon and Hitler was rather cunning. He believes Adolf may very well know of his weakness Kryptonite. After becoming stressed trying to write an article in a tent with downpour rain he recieves word that the troops were to move forward. To Berlin the location of Hitlers whereabouts. On the journey to Berlin he makes conversation with a fellow American troop. Discussing their home towns and radios. When the men arrive at there destination they pitch tents. The author then emphasizes Clarkes hate of the rain. Clarke then continues to write his article but is soon interupted by voices. It become clear the voices are coming from beneath him from some sort of secret base. He for the first time rips his shirt apart revealing his true super nature. He then using his super power begins to punch threw the ground like a drill till he reaches the base with soldiers firing randomly at him. Superman then manages to locate Adolf Hitler. Hitler tells him that they both are actually quite similar both belonging to super races with Hitler refering to the nazis idealisation of the Aryan super race. Hitler then reveals he has a secret weapon "the sword of destiny". Superman at first shocked and then doubtfull calls Hitlers bluff and throws him against the wall leaving him for death or capture from the American troops.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">I did enjoy this piece of fanzine the title tho nothing imaginative did capture my imagination. Superman vs Hitler. Wow. Two iconic figures go head to head. Superman for justice strength, his bold colours of red blue and yellow contrast perfectly with Hitlers sense of evil and intelligence with his dull brown uniform colours. I liked how Clarke was involved as a journalist giving extra reason as to why he would be there it strengthed my belief in the fan fiction. I was let down by the ending of the fan fiction. But only because I got way ahead of myself. When Hitler mentioned he to was part of a superior race my brain got images of hitler to coming from outer space and having super powers. Imagine the two battling out in the sky now that would of been a climax. Instead I was left with the anti climax of a bluff called and a wall broken. Good Fan fiction, well written with good dialogue. Sadly an anti climax that had great potential.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">This piece of fan fiction details from a first person point of view a girl working for the Inn cooking and serving food. After a hard day she is about to fall asleep when there come a knock on the door. Upon answering she sees a young couple the lady of the two being pregnant. She feels depressed as she knows why they have come and she knows the answer she has for them, "we're full". After the man pleads for his wife to stay the narrators "Abba" (which I took for her father) asks whom is at the door. The man (Joseph) begins to plead with her Abba. As it looks like the Abba is about to turn away the pregnant women (Mary) gives out a scream. The Abba agrees to take them to his stable by the hillside. The narrator acts as a midwife and his the one to first hold the baby. Mary then names the child Jesus. After a silence three shepherds appear at first the narrator is confused and believes the shepherds bring danger to the family. This proves not to be the case and the shepherds recount their tale of Angels giving information on the messiah being born and how they came to find baby Jesus. When the shepherds leave the narrator confronts Mary and asks if she believes her son to be the messiah, she does and recounts the tale of an angel visiting her and how she still was only a virgin. The narrator is in awe and believes the child also to be the Messiah. It ends with her saying she wasnt there for his death but heard of it and that she is forever thankful to Jesus.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">I very much enjoyed this piece of Fan Fiction. It was like taking a film your most familiar with but changing the camera shot for every scene. A different take on one of the worlds most familiar and popular story. I thought the first person narrative was clever as it gave emotion depth and detail to the piece. I never considered the midwife or the first hands to touch the son of gods head but to have it shown to me was powerfull. I enjoyed how it ends with her explaining she had heard of his death and was thankfull not to have seen. To hear of someones death in those times is a sign of that persons popularity and importance thus emphasising the greatness of her tale. It ends with her revealing indirectly that she is now an older woman retelling the story which put me in an almost grandchild situation. Looking up and letting my grandmother tell her great tale which although joyous would carry much emotional baggage for her. I enjoyed this piece of Fan Fiction through out.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">This piece of Fan Fiction begins with Richard Hawkins ending his speech at the vatican debate on religion. His last words on stage are "God most likely does not exist". We are then told of the upset he has caused amongst the onlooking pope and cardinal. A stranger from the crowd shouts aloud his angry views toward Dawkins. Not long after a vatican van slams into Dawkins killing him. We are told the killer was never caught and the case is closed. Leaving followers and skeptics to mourn a mans death. Meanwhile Dawkins wakes up in heaven and is greeted by a servant of god. For a while Dawkins believes he is merely dreaming and tries to wake up. After Saint Peter reveals to him that this was no dream but Heaven, Dawkins breaks down and cries. After an arguement with St Peter, God appears and begins to speak to Dawkins. Dawkins tho now a believer in God defies him and is sent to Hell. There is now a complete change in scene with Fred Felps (notorious christian leader and eldest of americas most hated family) explaining how Dawkins is now in hell. Then once again another change in scenery is introduced with "Meanwhile , in another dimensional..." Dawkins now awakes in hell only to find it a perfect paradise. He is met by a woman named Lucy whom explains how God is a liar and oppressive that Hell is paradise and to accept entry into Heaven is to become enslaved. Dawkins and Lucy then begin driving around in a porsche on the sunny coastline. Dawkins then comes to realise that Lucy is actually Lucifer (Satan, the Devil) although the Lucifer was not evil at all. It appears Dawkins is smitten and the tale ends with Dawkins asking her to recount her tale.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">I enjoyed many aspects of this piece but was also confused with aspects of dialogue and the nature of the character the writer was trying to create i.e " Cardinal Razzing was really fuckin' pissed off". I cannot fathom a Cardinal being "fuckin' pissed off" was very off key like a smudge on a painting. I also couldnt understand why the writer called him "Gawkins" instead of his real name "Hawkins" was it for copyright? A mistake? Or a putdown. The author should of explained the Elephant in the room. At first when he arrived in heaven and spoke with god i felt almost embarrasssed (although later proved relevant) for the writer. His portrayal of God ( at the time) seemed cliche and unimaginative almost like a nastier version of the god portrayed in The Simpsons. The story then randomly changes to Fred Felps giving a hateful speech on Dawkins death which I found irrelevant and distracting to the flow. All that aside I loved the twist in the portrayal of Hell as paradise and the explanation as to why the God was nastier than I would of percieved. Also I maybe slow but Lucy as Lucifer came as a surprise to me. All in all a good story with some great twists tho sadly ruined by Irrelevancy and cliche.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">The story starts with Germany losing the war and hitler escaping threw a time machine, deciding to go back in time three thousand years to Egypt. It then clips to Moses speaking with to what he thinks is a Pharoeph only for the man to reveal himself as Hitler and they begin boxing. Moses then kung fu kicks Hitler leaving him for dead...or so he thinks. Moses then begins to read the ten commandments when Hitler appears claiming satan saved him in space. Satan then throws an astroid on Moses head only for God to create a force field around him. The battle continues with neither winning. Then Batman appears in the Back To the Future car and saves Moses. Only for Moses and Batman to start an emotional relationship. Which God stops saying its against his commandments. They both then go on to live religious lives.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">Ok. This Fan Fiction is terribly written. Terribly thought out and towards the end quite offensive. No explanation as why Hitler would go back three thousand years. Why Moses knows Kung Fu. I know Fan Fiction is all go within your limitless imagination but I personally would of prefered if Moses had returned from his travels and learnt secret martial art knowledge. Although not true I prefer a background and reason to the imagination and what makes the movement of mind tick. The ending is a complete copout MMMMMM yeah then Batman appeared, well how conveniant. Then to go on to explain how they tried to have a sexual relationship. I found this offensive not because it was but because it tried to be. Well how controversial when in fact it was boring and irrelevant. In a one word summary "Meh".</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">Hitler tale. Not much Imagination with Characters and events more an emphasis on the authors love of Jesus. The author explains how Harry Potter and Proffesor Snape's relationship was the basis of the Jesus and Judas relationship but although yes I can see it, it is only at a long stretch of my imagination. The story has no build up or tension whatsoever. The only thing changed is instead of Judas being seen as a villain he becomes a passionate if not mis guided follower. Not even a great follower not even a contrast to the original if anything his character becomes mild and bland. I believe Fan Fiction should be passionate and get the imagination going into a world in its own layout but how you see it. Your own twisted colourful version off events influenced by your influences and passions. You must have something to add but sadly this does nothing but detract from the original. All in all quite bland and forgettable. </span>FloydLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03610491203407703664noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888155536200625525.post-50518822835237420612011-07-19T21:04:00.002-07:002011-08-02T21:16:14.668-07:00Luseane's 5 Fan Fiction Links! :)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSPyjtUpdwahHnxiAjlRryQE4pW3KgEY5FNaDzv4xsixN-RgYJ2Qg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSPyjtUpdwahHnxiAjlRryQE4pW3KgEY5FNaDzv4xsixN-RgYJ2Qg" width="217" /></a><i><b></b></i></div><a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6268531/1/Friendship_An_Unlikely_Love_Story"><strong>Friendship An Unlikely Love Story!!</strong></a><br />
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<em><strong>This Fanfic is about a human girl named Mari whos had a tough upbringing and wants to escape and disappear and somehow she ends up in Whoville. Immediately she meets a boy named Brandon and befriends him.. Brandon takes him to the Mayors house where she meets the family but takes an interest in Jojo (The mayors only son). Even though shes in a whole new place where the residents look nothing like her she finds herself adapting and liking this new enviroment. Through this encounter her new friendships with Brandon and Jojo quickly become a roller coaster ride with different adventures everyday! even to the point where Maris life is at stake!!</strong></em><br />
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<em><strong>I had found this fanfic to be very interesting, but it was dragged along too much. The author needed to get to the point in some of her chapters. Un-neccesary things were written that didn't need to be there. Other than that great plot and story line because it does leave you clicking next chapter just to see what will happen to Mari, Jojo and Brandon!</strong></em><br />
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<em><strong>In this Kite Runner Fanfic the author portrays what Hassan ( A Hazara servant) was thinking after he was raped by Assef ( a notorious sociopath) and his posses because they wanted the Kite that determined who one the contest. Through this Hassans thoughts as to why his "master/bestfriend" Amir won't talk to him occur as they go through their daily routine but he senses his friends distance as the things they use to do are not as fun as they use to be.. In the end Hassan figures out the reason why Amir won't talk or look at him the same way as before is because he was there and witnessed the suffering he went through just for him.</strong></em><br />
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<em><strong>This Fanfic is about Morticia having a dream where she takes the role of being a Banker and Gomez plays her boss. On here she leads the life of a boring woman who does not like what she does and finds herself longing for more and at the end of the dream finds herself making love with her boss..Later on she wakes up to find herself moaning and her husband watching her as she sleeps which turns him on and they do what they do best which is make love with one another..</strong></em><br />
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<em><strong>I found this fanfic to be really interesting and amusing. I liked how Morticia wakes up from her dream and I for one didn't figure it out until her husband wakes her up and says she's dreaming. And also all the similies the writer uses to catch the readers attention was great! Loved reading and getting to know a little more into maybe why Morticia and Gomez are infatuated with eachother and no one else. Def. one of my favourites i have read so far.</strong></em><br />
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<em><strong>Well for those who have seen the Movie Burlesque yous would know that the owner of the Burlesque club is Tess (Cher). In this fanfic the writer writes about Tess being pregnant but not to her on and off again boyfriend Vince but to her GAY bestfriend Sean! through a one-night stand they have a baby which Tess keeps the secret of who the babies father really is from everyone including Sean. The night they find out what the sex of the baby is Tess finds herself in a car accident and they lose their child. Things quickly go back to normal with Vince not being there for her and the only thing she has is Sean and her club.</strong></em><br />
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<em><strong>This was really good to read it had me wanting to read more. At the beginning i thought the writer was just re-writing the movie but that was her twist in the scene the girl gets pregnant and Tess feels sorry for is the irony to Tess getting pregnant later on! Through this fanfic you read and feel the emotions a woman goes through when having a child and carrying a secret around with you.It goes to show when you think things have changed and people have changed also in times of need the're the ones who let you down. Somethings are better left unsaid but then again that is not always the case. Makes you just wish your gay bestfriend was the one who was straight so it saves you the time you waste on searching hehe.</strong></em><br />
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<strong><em>Grease!! This Fanfic is about Sandy after her make-over with Rizzo and the girls to try and get her to fit in. Even though she looked like she belonged with her boyfriend "danny" and their mates it was not what Danny wanted from his girlfriend. In this he explains to her that this is not what he wants, the girl he fell inlove with on the beach is what he really wants and loves not the dolled up barbie who has a frisky side to her hehe.</em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>This fanfic started off pretty good! But near the end i kind of lost interest in reading it because it seemed like the writer had lost ideas and i was reading another boring ending of a happily ever after childrens book. Liked how in Dannys room she wrote another side to Sandy that we would never thought we'd see like allowing Danny to touch her and she do it back to him. Overall was a so so fanfic not boring enough to skim read but good enough to read to the end! Great attempt. :)</em></strong>Luseane Tupouniuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15912447314390455191noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888155536200625525.post-62222083547269634562011-07-19T21:04:00.000-07:002011-07-19T21:04:26.521-07:00Floyds fan fiction draft<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://api.ning.com/files/ocW1DEWIFwuQ3jNxfxq3sT4O-xQkLuzE1-Krc3QvVTZrKGvGl2sQ0114c7A-3BBtwiOR8tbSvGD2okNTQnsXLDZbB29*GC6M/Jesus_of_Nazareth_by_shimod.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://api.ning.com/files/ocW1DEWIFwuQ3jNxfxq3sT4O-xQkLuzE1-Krc3QvVTZrKGvGl2sQ0114c7A-3BBtwiOR8tbSvGD2okNTQnsXLDZbB29*GC6M/Jesus_of_Nazareth_by_shimod.jpg" t$="true" width="230" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I drank and drank in disbelief. The blood red wine like silk on the throat. I couldnt help feeling my skull. I know I did it. I blew my brains clear as day. Bullet ripped and fired my meat and flesh. I welcomed nothing I welcomed peace. But here i sit with something. Am I not dead?. Are these torture tactics? Did I survive? Am I locked and secured with beady eyes observing my every drink and breath? The room glow white released fear and opression into the brain. The room was alien and scentless. It was pure. I woke up here. Id been here days now but I was well aware no time had passsed. This wasnt Europe or earth. Now you see there is an inclining as to my whereabouts but I am in no way going to admit it. To admit is to admit madness. To admit is to admit that I had invested in the wrong bank. My currency of feeling and action was all designed to overcome and control. But here I sit in everything the holy men had explained. Everything I burned to the ground and violently repelled. If my location be true then so must the man. My name is Adolf Hitler and I am dead. Conciously dead. I remember dieing. I remember nothing. Now this. The third stage. I woke from a dreamless sleep into a pure room. I was waiting alright. I had blood on my hands if not more. I slept in pools of invisible blood. It was all on me. I gave birth to the sin of the century. I bred bombs and barbed wire. I stole youthfull minds from parental love in exchange for killing ants one by one they marched to the tune of my self created zombie disco. I was wicked beyond belief. I never believed. Untill now. People feared the soldiers. Soldiers feared the dictator. The dictators feared nothing. Ever. But I was about to meet the maker of nothing. The maker of everything. Nietsche was wrong God is far from dead. Tho I was alone I knew the interogation had begun. The holy light was questioning me. I questioned me. Like a worm in my heart the lord ate a feast. Death was joyous. Heaven was Hell.</div>FloydLeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03610491203407703664noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888155536200625525.post-84075231386773257242011-07-19T20:15:00.003-07:002011-10-03T21:07:00.688-07:00Wally's Fan Fiction Final - Peace before the storm<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUBKcWc77zzb2op8u4ZlZkJPMZqxEveepurj9gHyyJ7Rcu5xBVP3tU9ha6fEArsGOHZTK0ztJx5AhMDnMCKGylNevUa9ZO2hDbF6jyXu0g_zcUF-XgtJreCD6eT1Tnm1-_PdPij6fBwbI/s1600/Twilight-1920x1200.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 265px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652449483098835266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUBKcWc77zzb2op8u4ZlZkJPMZqxEveepurj9gHyyJ7Rcu5xBVP3tU9ha6fEArsGOHZTK0ztJx5AhMDnMCKGylNevUa9ZO2hDbF6jyXu0g_zcUF-XgtJreCD6eT1Tnm1-_PdPij6fBwbI/s200/Twilight-1920x1200.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><div></div><br /><div>It has been twenty five years since the battle in Italy with Volturi, the vampire coven. The battle started with the Volturi high councilors decided that vampires are of most noble blood, and werewolves are to be eliminated from the face of the world because they are the only creature strong enough to endanger the place of the Vampires in the world.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The battle between the werewolves and the Volturis was fought long and hard. Sacrifice was pain was inevitable. My mother's ex-husband, Edward Cullen, was killed in the battle with three most powerful Volturi councilors, along with his father and brothers. Their sacrifice was not for nothing. They gave my father, Jack Black, the perfect opportunity to give the Volturi councilors the final and lethal strike. The reign of Volturi was put to a stop, and a new council was formed to enfure peaceful co-existance between the humans, werewolves and vampires.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The council was run by twelve councilors. The Councilors are of four humans, four werewolves and four vampires. My mother, Isabella Swan the vampire, and my father, Jacob Black the werewolf, are both one of the twelve high councilors. As for me, I am half vampire and half werewolf. The council calls me "the hybrid".</div><br /><br /><div>I am the only one in the world with both vampire and werewold blood in me. When I am in human form, unlike vampires my skin would not react to sunlight, but I still have unbelievable speed and agility even for vampires. The werewolf blood in me gives me the ability to shape shift into a wolf, franting my incrediable strength. The council believed that I am the perfect ambassador to close the gap between the vampires and werewolves.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Ensuring peace is the council's utmost priority, and everyone thought the days of killing and suffering were over, and the would is now a better place with all three races working together to create a harmonic society for each other. Now that we look back, we realise how naive we were. The peaceful years was nothing but the peace before the storm. It was thought that all of the Volturis were killed in the battle twenty five years ago. How wonderful would that have been if that was the case...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Recently scouts reported that village people around Italy were disappearing. The council sent more teams of scout to Italy to investigate. All of the teams that got sent to Italy disappeared withour a trae except for one, my father's elite force. My father's team encountered waves of ambushes led by a red haired woman called Victoria. The elite force suffered great loss, half of the team members were killed mercilessly. However they did bring back one captive with them, and the council then realized how wrong they were.</div><br /><br /><div>The captive was interrogated by my father, without the council's approval.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>"Speak!" my father yelled.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>"Who are you and why did you attack us?"</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The captive didn't speak a word. My father angrily tore his left arm off and shouted "Speak now captive or I will tear you off limb by limb!"</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The captive seems did not feel any pain at all and said "You fool! You and your council have no idea. I am not a captive, I am a messenger of the new Volturi council. You didn't capture me. I walked into you. If the Volturi council wished, our growing army of new borns can eliminate your so called elite force in a blink."</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>"The newborns!? So all the village people disappearing were of your doing?" my father asked.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>"Like I told you. I am only a messenger. My name is Cecil." he said with a grin on this face. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>"What message do you have for us?" my father tried to be calm and asked.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>"The high council of Volturi wants to pass on their regards to the remaining Cullen family members, and all the vampire traitors. Your betrayal will not be forgotten, and you shall all be rewarded with painful death."</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>My father couldn't control himself, he screamed and tore off Cecil's other arm.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>"I hope you realised by now that I feel no pain, and I am ONLY a messenger."</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Cecil smiled and continued "As for Ms Isabella Swan. A special message from Victoria. She said she will make sure Ms Swan lives to see all her beloved ones die one by one, slowly, just like she watched James died before."</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>My father listened but has tightened up his fist.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>"As for all the humans and werewolves, the Volturi council has graciously decided to let you all live, with your promise that you will see Volturi council as your only master. Unfortunately for the mix blooded mongrel, he will have to be executed to ensure purity of the vampire blood. Obey or be killed, the choice is yours."</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Cecil finished with the same grin on his face, my father then said calmly "You have done well messenger. Now die."</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>He turned into a wolf and tore him into pieces...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>When my father exited the cell he was covered with blood and said "Peaceful days are over. Assemble the council."</div></div>Wallyson Hsiehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04218487283304367581noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888155536200625525.post-70517117111099177052011-07-19T20:15:00.001-07:002011-08-07T02:22:29.004-07:00Beleana's 5 links & summariesLinks:<br />
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A small introduction of both main characters, how The Beast who got turned into a beast and Belle having not many options to her life. A guy called Gaston who wanted belle's hand in marriage wanted her, but she did not like him. Belle's father is the only one who has possession of belle's heart.<br />
Then it suddenly tells how the beast and belle met each other, saving each other lives and becoming friends. They go to a dance together where they finally know that they love each other. But then Gaston and beast have a fight and Gaston dies and beast left badly wounded. Belle says she loves him and the magic works into the beast which he turns into a handsome prince. He tells her name is Adam. Soon after they get married. Belle was telling the story of how she met the beast to her daughter, Rose. They have another child, Christopher.When its Rose's birthday party, a young boy storms into the party and points a finger Adam and says that Gaston was his brother and he will get revenge. The gurads take him away and from then on, Rose and Christopher parents are super protective of their castle. Rose which to see the world again one day.<br />
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I didn't know it was Belle telling a story to her daughter at the beginning of this fanfic, until the middle of the story and the font changes from italics to normal. From the middle to the end, it just basically telling about Rose point of view how she wishes to see the outside world again and wishes her parents to spend more time with her, instead of trying to be protective of the castle and the family. A good ending of Rose saying "I will see the world I once loved".<br />
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</div><div style="color: black;">Based on the book The Series of Unfortunate events, volume 5, The Prufrock prep school, Klaus and Isadora is talking how to get Klaus and Violet study for a test for the next day while also having to run for Count Olaf. When Isadora falls asleep on his lap, he then quietly tells her that he likes her. Everyone else in the room is asleep too. Then the next morning, Klaus sister Violet said that she heard what Klaus said. Later Isadora also told him that she heard what he had said to her too, when he thought both of them were asleep! Violet and Klaus did the test and they both passed when they come and out and sees Isadora and her brother Duncan getting kidnapped into a car. Klaus runs to the car trying to get it opened. But he couldn't and the car goes off with Isadora and Duncan.</div><div style="color: black;">Klaus loves Isadora and will never forget it.</div><div style="color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black;">This fanfiction story just really goes on about Klaus being in love with Isadora. How he doesn't want Isadora taken away from him. Lots of love moments. His siblings know how much he will miss her. He will try and find her along with her brother Duncan. The Quagmires. Overall, its a story for who likes a bit of romance in their story. </div><div style="color: blue;"><br />
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<span style="color: black;">It tells how Stefan hasn't been to Mystic Falls, his hometown over years </span><span style="color: black;">theres been lots of things that had happend. The history of the town, the history of how he met Katherine Pierce who turned him and his brother Damon into a vampire. Katherine now is in a tomb, still blood pumping away through her but super weak. Stefan thought she had seen her out in Mystic Falls, his eye playing tricks on him but it wasnt. It was a girl who looks exactly like Katherine but she's different.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Its only the beginning of the story, which sounds much like the real story on television. But maybe in the next chapter things will change and it will become more interesting. Hope it does. It doesn't mention who is talking either, but I'm guessing its Stefan. The story is quite alright so far.I like it! </span></div><div style="color: blue;"><br />
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A little girl name Sam is playing in the back yard of her house which she can see,but from the house her family cannot see her. She describes her family as 'big' -mum and dad, 3 brothers and 2 sisters, and a dog. Its the middle of Autumn when she hears something and walks to it. She sees a naked man and doesn't scream like most people would -she reckons. She offers her coat to him and they talk even though she isn't suppose to talk to random people.<br />
He says his name is Will and that he might come back and explaining that he is a time traveler. Then he disappears leaving only the coat Sam knowing where it has been. Her mother calls for her and she leaves the scene and the coat, knowing that he will be back and will need it.She doesn't want to touch it.<br />
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This story is slightly similar to the movie, but I still like it. I can imagine it very clearly in my mind. The first few paragraphs are on the thoughts of the little girl, Sam how she had met the time traveler.Then it goes to the past, the dialogue between the Will (time traveler) and Sam. Its an interesting context of the story.<br />
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After the princess Anasiasia and Dimitri got married, they go back to Paris to see Anasiasia's grandma along with Anasiasia's cute dog Pooka. Pooka and Dimitri didn't get along so well, but they are slowly getting there. They've just entered the train and they sit down and Pooka sleeps on Anasiasia's lap. She tells how she came from being an ophan girl to a princess whom she did not know she was, how the kitchen boy saved her -Dimitri, and helping her find her family -Grandmamma.<br />
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A lovely romance story. I like how it starts off with a dialogue and then a bit of the story comes in, telling the reader who the main characters are in Anasiasia's life.The story is short and sweet, but maybe could be a little bit more longer. Unless the author is thinking of doing another chapter. The ending is nice as well. . <br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Hayate no gotoku (Hayate the combat butler) is originally a manga written by Hata Kenjiro. The story about a boy named Hayate was born under misfortune that he have to work hard to pay back the debts his parents brought upon playing around not working. However, one day they ran away leaving 150 million yen debt to him. Threatened by the pursuer to take back the money, he decided to kidnap a rich girl so he would use ransom money to pay the debt. Everything turn out as he end up helping the girl out of a kidnapping case and made she mistook for he being in love with her. The story goes on with he becomes her loyal butler in return for her paying off his enormous debt with the little misunderstanding between them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;"> This fan fiction setting take place in the future where he have to decide on his relationship with the girls whom, by one way or another, fell in love with him and demand a proper answer after a long time battling with each other for his heart. Well, we’ll leave that for some other time. This time let’s enjoy Hayate emergency solution.</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;"> Oi, Hayate, let me stay home today. I’m too tired to wake up this early after everything last night. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">**Smile awkwardly** You can’t, Ojou-sama. Today is the first day after summer break. Everybody is expected to be there for the opening ceremony. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;"> Kyaaaa, Sakuya, where did you .... </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;"> Appear from? I didn’t know you are that forgetful, Nagi. Even though you just talk about last night... **Devilish smile** </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Hmmm, if you do that Hayate might get snatched by other girls, you know, Nagi >:) </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">**Sleepy-Sloppy** No no, absolutely not. I’m up!!! Let’s go to school together Hayate! </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;"> Uhhh, Ojou-sama, you can’t go out in sleeping clothes -_-‘ Let’s get changed.</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Good morning Nagi~ Good morning Hayate-kun~</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">**Sleepy** Good morning **Smile** Good morning Hinagiku-san</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRW4JNCc4jtd5nF6AbosTGrGZl44F7pFSaGtkD7HNdrY6cIDvsMUg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRW4JNCc4jtd5nF6AbosTGrGZl44F7pFSaGtkD7HNdrY6cIDvsMUg" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Hey Nagi, did we do something last night? I can’t remember it but every time I think about it my heart would beat like crazy...</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Well I don’t really know what you’re talking about but I agree we did do something. (Ueah!?)</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">What are you “ueah” for Hayate! Do you remember it? **Glare (Hinagiku & Nagi)**</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Uh oh, no, absolutely not Ojou-sama, haha (awkwardly). Ah, I remember I have to take something from my locker. I’ll see you in class then, Ojousama. Excuse me, Hinagiku-san. **Run away**</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 18pt;">OH HEY WAIT!!! *Shocked* He’s fast. There’s something fishy about him, Nagi...!</span><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">**************</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">**Walking** Whoa!!! That was close. I didn’t expect them to be like that. Sigh...</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">But well, I’m glad that they had forgot it.</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">**From behind** Good morning, Hayata-kun!!! Wat cha doing? xD</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Good morning Segawa san. I’m going to my class.</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">We heard you mumbling about forgetting something, Ha.ya.te.</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">** Panic** <i>Ack, It’s A-tan</i>. Don’t worry about it, A-tan. It’s a minor thing, haha 8-}</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">**Whisper** Well well, perhaps you’re thinking that I didn’t remember anything last night?</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;"> <i>I knew it. She didn’t affected by it.</i></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;"> Haha, I don’t think I understand you, A-tan.</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">**Totally cool** Oh well, guess I should talk about it with the others. <b>Hope they haven’t forgotten it yet.</b></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 18pt;">**In a grovel stance** I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I was lying. I’m really sorry. <i>I’m dead TT__TT I really am...</i></span><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">So Hayate, what is Athena-chan is talking about?</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">No, Segawa-san, I really can't talk about that...</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Oh really, should I tell it to everyone then >:) About how you really are!</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">You don't have to tease me like that A-tan.....</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;"><Mobile ring> </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Oi Hayate, you're still not going to class yet?</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Hai, right away, Ojou-sama. <<i>hang up</i>> I'll see you after class then.</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">**************</span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Sigh, I've been running around just trying not to get caught today. How long can I stay like this? Should I ask A-tan to help me? No, no, no. There's noway she will. She was there last night too</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;"> </span></i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;"> <Flashback></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Argh, how can I solve this? I can’t continue like this...</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Hey, where do you think you’re going Hayate?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Yike, Ojou-sama</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">**Pissed off** Yeah, you can go anywhere after we solve our little problem.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Hinagiku-san. What dya mean problem?</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">I don’t think the situation is good for me… For now, the only choice I have left… BAIT!!!</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Hey wait !!!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">**Stump into…** Ru…Ruka-san. What are you doing here?</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"> I’m sorry.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">I thought of something I want to ask you Hayate-san. </span><span style="font-family: Arial;">That’s alright</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">SOMETHING???</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Perfect timming Ruka-san. Please hold down Hayate there!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">**Blush** ‘Hold’? You mean “hold”??? <washed down in some fantasies…></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Chance!</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;"> <b>WHACK!!!</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Don’t you think you can run away from us Hayate-kun >:)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">A-tan…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">**Overlapped** Hayate, why are you running away?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Is this some kind of joke? T___T</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Erm, haha<awkward>, what do you want to ask of me Ojou-sama<i>s</i>?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Well, we planned to ask you nicely but since you’re running away we have no other choice</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;"><After a big braw leaving our Hayate half-dead></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Well Hayate, I don’t know should I say I’m glad that you are alive after that or I’m extremely surprised that someone could put you in this bad condition.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">Of course you wouldn’t say that if you know what happened back there Maria-san… =((</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0.1pt 0cm;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">As Hayate was totally beaten by his masters (they’re all living in the same household as in the original piece) leaving him unable to do anything except breathing, the case closed as all the other don’t want to see Maria in a rage if she were to find out the story. Let’s wait for him to fully recovered until we get to watch what gonna happen to him.</span><br />
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<object style="height: 390px; width: 640px;"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7mib8V5FvJE?version=3"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7mib8V5FvJE?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"></object></div>Simon Nguyenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12917587272756146401noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-888155536200625525.post-69510829439912842342011-07-19T20:04:00.001-07:002011-08-09T20:58:50.435-07:00Luseane's FanFiction DRAFT! :)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAHRZ9BwRYFRf7rPPBqGGizU48wCuQlMgGi9lpavZ-o8an3dmOmIcpSPmek4D9fr4hrn4-paxOKGsrtT0to2PGDJ-432Vr1MTdQwcz_ekrOuPPakEnxrlIrV6sIQUXzc3IdBxF9h9NsuPq/s1600/MV5BMTg4NDczMjU3N15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMzIxOTkzMQ%2540%2540__V1__SY317_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAHRZ9BwRYFRf7rPPBqGGizU48wCuQlMgGi9lpavZ-o8an3dmOmIcpSPmek4D9fr4hrn4-paxOKGsrtT0to2PGDJ-432Vr1MTdQwcz_ekrOuPPakEnxrlIrV6sIQUXzc3IdBxF9h9NsuPq/s1600/MV5BMTg4NDczMjU3N15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMzIxOTkzMQ%2540%2540__V1__SY317_.jpg" /></a></div>LONELY HEARTS is based on a true story, two homicide detectives track Martha Beck and Raymond Martinez Fernandez, a murderous pair known as the "Lonely Hearts Killers" that seduced lonely, vulnerable women, milked them of their money and killed them in cold blood. My Fanfic is based on Martha Beck's thoughts before she killed her first victim.<br />
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<em>Sitting in the other room waiting for Raymond to finish banging the bitch so he could be all mine again. Why did he ask her to marry her? What was so wrong with me that he couldn't give up the money for my love? She only just walked into our lives and here she is taking MY man, his love and MY attention. I knew the brother sister act was bullshit we should not have taken it this far i wanna kill her! who the hell does she think she is? </em><em>I've never been one to share and Raymond is definetly something i'm not willing to give up without a fight.</em><br />
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<em> Amoungst my fustration I hear "say my name raymond..Kitty Kat, say my name... Kitty Kat" What the fuck? Am i hearing things or did he really just call her my name? Kitty Kat is what he says when hes inside me! My fustration turns to anger and my hands begin to shake and form into a fist. I'm so mad that I can punch a whole through this wall and be able to see them fucking, thats it I hate the bitch i'm gonna kill her!!</em><br />
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<em>Shall i just walk in a stab her? No i have to get rid of her without much effort! The faster she dies the better. "Shit!" theres nothing in this damn room. Suddenly i see a chainsaw it's the perfect weapon to get rid of this annoying pest. Creeping up slowly and listening to the moans coming from the other room fueled my anger some more and sealed the fact that this woman was going to die tonight.</em><br />
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<em>"you enjoy playing with my heart like this?"</em>Luseane Tupouniuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15912447314390455191noreply@blogger.com2