The picking of Apples off the tree
“Hate - It was with this hand that Cain snuffed his brother. Love – It was with this hand that granted Solomon with wisdom. The left hand - the hand of hate. The right hand – the hand of love. The story of life is this: Static, one hand is always fighting the other. The right hand has taken the left hand down, it looks like hate is done. But hold on, STOP THE PRESSES, it looks like, yes it looks like the left hand is back. The right hand is on the ropes from a devastating left, and love has hit the canvas. Love is down for the count - 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9.....”.
He walked down the pavement. The moonlight shone a shadow in the shape of the Grim Reaper and its shovel not too far behind, on a night blacker than him.
Blacker than a million midnights.
Past his people, who were running around like they were trying to catch the Holy Ghost - under a mural that was fertilized with the flags of African nations, with the words situated above –
“Bedstuy, Do or Die”.
A mirror of the motherland where the black art would make the blood in them, shake chicken bones and chicken grease.
Past a burnt down building that would be boycotted no more, where all he could remember were the olive faces on the wall, that were burned along with bridges. Faces of those who were loved and idolized around the world, but faces who he never cared for, because in them - he saw none of him.
He thought to himself why there weren’t any pictures of brothers plastered on the wall.
Why Sinatra and ain’t no Malcolm X?
Why Marciano and ain’t no Martin Luther King?
Why he asked himself?
It was his people that acted like a blanket to these cold, broken down projects. It was his people who have been here for generation after generation. It was his people whose pockets and backs broke, who fell through the gun smoke, who tried ever so hard to break the chains around their feet and ankles – but lost hope. Or maybe, this was the very reason it was called the projects - just a project, created by the government where his people were more or less objects. Objects that were rubble to fill the ruptures in the concrete, so the next man’s feet could step without falling through the cracks. But it wasn’t just the man who fell for the crack – it was the crack mothers and crack babies too. The base was the basis of why mother’s prayers would be so long. So long, that they would fall asleep before they'd get to say Amen.
But the government wouldn’t govern anyone; no one would pick up when the Police sirens would ring and ring, no buildings would be built when people’s hammers hit – his people would politic themselves.
He was just like the next man, trying to keep his dick hard in a cruel and harsh world.
A man that read these chapters about life, that if he kept his faith – not in God, but the one he kept on his waist - he would be alright in his afterlife, even if that meant his fate.
He was told his ballot was like a bullet, that he couldn’t shoot unless there was something worth aiming for, and if it wasn’t in reach – he had to keep it in his pocket. The very pocket which would be forever engraved with the reminiscence of bullet residue.
The residue of fetus which was the son of my mourning, who I lost on an ill-fated morning before the sun came up.
Why couldn’t I get out? Why am I letting him do this to me?
Why isn’t anyone here to hear my cries of suffering?
It was too late.
His hands trembled as he grabbed my abdomen, taking me off his waist.
Covering me with sweat.
I was his heat, the allure of arousal as he cocked me.
I tried to hold on.
But I busted off.
The very nature of creating life.
But my nature was to cease life.
People panicking, people screaming, people running as he let me go.
I fell to the ground and breathed a sigh of relief.
Now I’m finally free.
Well, that was until I felt somebody else grab me.....
“.... 10”.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Nik Fan Fiction ***FINAL***
A tear trickled down her cheek.
"That fugly bitch will pay", upset 'Plastics' ringleader Regina George repeated to herself as she picked up the pace in the corridors. She stormed throughout the entire institution forcing copies of her 'burn book' pages under classroom doors and inside every locker. Her aim ensured maximum coverage was achieved for a full effect. Students merged into the school halls as the bell rang. To their shock, A4 sheets found scattered across the floors were filled with scarring secrets of every student. This only snowballed into extreme violent displays as students engaged in mortal combat with one another.
"What the hell?" Cady said as she waltzed out of class clueless. She stood midway across the hall with Karen and Gretchen who were also completely oblivious to the situation. They turned to their right and standing proud was the queen bee herself smiling away at the hell she unleashed upon the school.
The doors on the opposite end slid open as Beatrix Kiddo made her calm unnoticed entrance. With fixed eyes on Regina she advanced toward her, taking no notice of the background brawl. Moving passed the other three 'Plastics' members, Beatrix felt a strange energy while she was watched closely, yet she ignored them.
"Who is this lady? Her outfit is so fetch... Or maybe not", Gretchen mentioned, just to end up with a weird look from the other two. "I don't know but lets follow her", Cady suggested as they subtly tagged along right behind her.
Beatrix reached her target and Regina became uneasy, while at the same time she raised her guard. "Its amazing, I knew who you were the instant I spotted that golden blond hair from afar. The spitting image of your father, where is he?", Beatrix asked. "Excuse me old retard? I don't know who you are but you'd better beat it before I order your wrinkles to swallow up your face", Regina shot back. "I don't have time for games foolish little girl. You know exactly where Bill is and I need to know now!" she exclaimed, bringing the background noise to an immediate pause as everybody stared, wondering what was going on. Regina threw 4 smoke bombs forward and raced out the door in an attempt to get away, leaving Cady and the other two confused as to how she had those on her. Beatrix followed her to the old abandoned soundproof gym, followed by the other 'Plastics' who were the only ones to make it out of the smokey environment in time to spot where the girls disappeared to.
Heavy rusted doors opened which appeared to have been sealed off about a decade. Dull, gloomy and icy chills rushed down Beatrix's spine as she crossed the threshold.
"I was told I would one day encounter your presence in the flesh, the infamous Black Mamba", Regina's voice echoed throughout the pitch black isolated environment. "Little girl, I know you feel you must protect your father. But I beg you, walk away", Beatrix suggested. "You call that begging? You can beg better than that." Regina giggled girlishly.
"What's this switch?" Karen asked, as she tried to hide comfortably with Cady and Gretchen in the confined space which hid them from Regina and Beatrix.
"What the hell, how did the lights come on?! What is it with you three? You would actually rain on my parade on this day of all days. I'll deal with you twits after I fix this retard." Regina exclaimed, as she glared right at the girls hiding behind the glass wall.
Beatrix raised her sword ready for battle, and Regina waited for her at the top of a thick gym rope, one of 10 which hung 2 metres apart. Regina held a rare 'Hattori Hanzo' samurai sword, completely identical to that in Beatrix's grip. Beatrix moved toward the nearest rope and ascended until she was 2 ropes away and leveled with her opponent.
They lunged one rope forward and began attacking with rapid piercing force which caused them to shift back and forth in a swinging motion. Half an hour passed and as the action intensified, the 17 year old's cheerleader physique quickly grew tired and desperate. She jumped from rope to rope in an attempt to kill time while she provoked her opponent. Beatrix grew tired of this and dived forward in an effort to finish the job once and for all. Regina finally turned back to face her and they leaped towards each other, yelling at the top of their lungs. Then the lights suddenly went out.
"Fucking hell Karen!", Regina cried, followed by a scream which accompanied her from the top as her body shot straight toward a pile of javelins. Beatrix managed to just grab onto the end of a rope, saving her from the fall which claimed Regina. "Okay... so... not... fetch", Cady, Gretchen and Karen whispered amongst themselves as they quietly crept out the door traumatised.
Beatrix approached Regina to find that three javelins had penetrated her heart leaving her sprawled with gushing blood loss. The teen queen had a few minutes left of life and she had a final request which Beatrix accepted. "When you find Bill please give this ring back to him, he told me it belonged to my mother", Regina's last words as she trailed off into silence. The woman sat there motionless and stared at her ring she once believed was lost.
A tear trickled down her cheek.
"What's this switch?" Karen asked, as she tried to hide comfortably with Cady and Gretchen in the confined space which hid them from Regina and Beatrix.
"What the hell, how did the lights come on?! What is it with you three? You would actually rain on my parade on this day of all days. I'll deal with you twits after I fix this retard." Regina exclaimed, as she glared right at the girls hiding behind the glass wall.
Beatrix raised her sword ready for battle, and Regina waited for her at the top of a thick gym rope, one of 10 which hung 2 metres apart. Regina held a rare 'Hattori Hanzo' samurai sword, completely identical to that in Beatrix's grip. Beatrix moved toward the nearest rope and ascended until she was 2 ropes away and leveled with her opponent.
They lunged one rope forward and began attacking with rapid piercing force which caused them to shift back and forth in a swinging motion. Half an hour passed and as the action intensified, the 17 year old's cheerleader physique quickly grew tired and desperate. She jumped from rope to rope in an attempt to kill time while she provoked her opponent. Beatrix grew tired of this and dived forward in an effort to finish the job once and for all. Regina finally turned back to face her and they leaped towards each other, yelling at the top of their lungs. Then the lights suddenly went out.
"Fucking hell Karen!", Regina cried, followed by a scream which accompanied her from the top as her body shot straight toward a pile of javelins. Beatrix managed to just grab onto the end of a rope, saving her from the fall which claimed Regina. "Okay... so... not... fetch", Cady, Gretchen and Karen whispered amongst themselves as they quietly crept out the door traumatised.
Beatrix approached Regina to find that three javelins had penetrated her heart leaving her sprawled with gushing blood loss. The teen queen had a few minutes left of life and she had a final request which Beatrix accepted. "When you find Bill please give this ring back to him, he told me it belonged to my mother", Regina's last words as she trailed off into silence. The woman sat there motionless and stared at her ring she once believed was lost.
A tear trickled down her cheek.
Dopey's Lament
Dear Brothers, a shaking hand wrote.
By the time you read this I will probably be dead.
Melodramatic? he mused to himself. Definitely. Over the top? Probably. He sighed to himself, and scratched his head. They’d never been his strong points, eloquence and self expression. God, he’d never even bothered to speak aloud. Not one word. To anyone. His brothers assumed him mute, but this wasn’t true. It was a strong indifference, an intense apathy that saw him keep his thoughts to himself.
I wish I’d told you all how much you meant to me, brothers. I regret the silence I kept all those years, through the seasons. I loved each and every one of you, appreciated you all more than you can ever know.
He paused and tapped his teeth with his pen, looking around the room. The only light came from a small oil lamp, the dancing light trying to escape out through the heavily curtained windows. Small empty plastic bags littered the floor, the ghosts of a thousand highs. A pair of crackling speakers, their wiry insides exposed, begrudgingly pushed out some down tempo number.
After She was brought to life by the Prince, we were lost brothers. Lost. After years of watching over Her body in the forest, suddenly we were without purpose. Our mining jobs gone, our home in ruins. Depression reigned.
Would they judge him? He wondered. Deny that he’d existed at all?
We coped in different ways. Some of you took up sports. Some took up other careers; butchers, bakers, candlestick makers. I envied your strength.
How long had it been? When was the last time he’d seen their faces. He tried to picture them. This room made time stretch and contort until it lost all meaning.
But as for me? I wallowed.
He paused again, collecting his thoughts. There had been a time when he’d considered Her his everything. His refuge. A time when he felt content and his heart still knew of hope.
She found me one day, on the outskirts of the Prince’s castle. She was as beautiful as ever; lips as red as blood, hair as dark as the window frame, and skin as white as snow. I was so happy to see her; overjoyed, ecstatic. She promised me a purpose. She promised me an escape.
The door burst open, purple suit and gold heels swept into the room. A saccharine smile was plastered across her face, the lipstick’s rosy hue foreign on her otherwise pale skin.
“Great work tonight,” she said, flinging a full gram bag of snow-white at his feet. “Enjoy.”
The door closed again.
I should have seen the warning signs. At first She wanted nothing for the snow-white. It was free, as much of it as I wanted. Then She wanted small favours; maybe an errand here and there. I obliged, of course, and gratefully too. I was in debt.
That subtle fuzziness that started in one place, and grew and grew until it blossomed and exploded, demanding attention, swimming in the blood and warming the heart.
Big debt. The favours became more brazen, more outrageous. Eventually I would go on to steal for Her, fight on Her behalf. I killed for Her. And still She gave me the bags of snow-white.
That glorious feeling as the senses succumbed. It filled that strange little hole he had inside, that hole where the other six used to be. It satisfied him. It completed him.
I was stupid, brothers, stupid. Thought I was immune to snow-white’s allure. Childish and ignorant, I thought I could use it in moderation. Self medicate.
The next three words took him a long time to write.
I was addicted.
Would this room, this godless place he’d learnt to call home, really be the last thing his eyes saw? Surely he should be on a cliff top somewhere, watching the sun dissolve into night’s cold embrace one last time. Surely he should be watching some image encapsulating the very essence of being.
And so I lost my principles, my standards. My self respect. I became drained, empty. A shell without its tortoise. A shadow of myself, committing horrific acts in exchange for more snow-white.
He picked up the full bag off the ground. Mechanically prepared a dose. A big dose. Closed his eyes, head pointed towards the window. Shivered a little. Cold? Anticipation was more accurate. Freedom.
I’ve disgraced you all. Embarrassed dwarves everywhere. I beg your forgiveness; for my estrangement; my actions; and my selfishness.
He felt his body surrendering. Imagined his organs waving a white flag as the snow-white swirled through his veins, brushing aside his body’s defences.
A life balled and chained, brothers, is no life at all. Let me be liberated in death.
He was a dove’s reflection in a lake of glass, the moon bigger than he could ever remember.
Yours forever
The dove arced and flew into the night sky. The water rippled where its reflection had been.
Dopey
By the time you read this I will probably be dead.
Melodramatic? he mused to himself. Definitely. Over the top? Probably. He sighed to himself, and scratched his head. They’d never been his strong points, eloquence and self expression. God, he’d never even bothered to speak aloud. Not one word. To anyone. His brothers assumed him mute, but this wasn’t true. It was a strong indifference, an intense apathy that saw him keep his thoughts to himself.
I wish I’d told you all how much you meant to me, brothers. I regret the silence I kept all those years, through the seasons. I loved each and every one of you, appreciated you all more than you can ever know.
He paused and tapped his teeth with his pen, looking around the room. The only light came from a small oil lamp, the dancing light trying to escape out through the heavily curtained windows. Small empty plastic bags littered the floor, the ghosts of a thousand highs. A pair of crackling speakers, their wiry insides exposed, begrudgingly pushed out some down tempo number.
After She was brought to life by the Prince, we were lost brothers. Lost. After years of watching over Her body in the forest, suddenly we were without purpose. Our mining jobs gone, our home in ruins. Depression reigned.
Would they judge him? He wondered. Deny that he’d existed at all?
We coped in different ways. Some of you took up sports. Some took up other careers; butchers, bakers, candlestick makers. I envied your strength.
How long had it been? When was the last time he’d seen their faces. He tried to picture them. This room made time stretch and contort until it lost all meaning.
But as for me? I wallowed.
He paused again, collecting his thoughts. There had been a time when he’d considered Her his everything. His refuge. A time when he felt content and his heart still knew of hope.
She found me one day, on the outskirts of the Prince’s castle. She was as beautiful as ever; lips as red as blood, hair as dark as the window frame, and skin as white as snow. I was so happy to see her; overjoyed, ecstatic. She promised me a purpose. She promised me an escape.
The door burst open, purple suit and gold heels swept into the room. A saccharine smile was plastered across her face, the lipstick’s rosy hue foreign on her otherwise pale skin.
“Great work tonight,” she said, flinging a full gram bag of snow-white at his feet. “Enjoy.”
The door closed again.
I should have seen the warning signs. At first She wanted nothing for the snow-white. It was free, as much of it as I wanted. Then She wanted small favours; maybe an errand here and there. I obliged, of course, and gratefully too. I was in debt.
That subtle fuzziness that started in one place, and grew and grew until it blossomed and exploded, demanding attention, swimming in the blood and warming the heart.
Big debt. The favours became more brazen, more outrageous. Eventually I would go on to steal for Her, fight on Her behalf. I killed for Her. And still She gave me the bags of snow-white.
That glorious feeling as the senses succumbed. It filled that strange little hole he had inside, that hole where the other six used to be. It satisfied him. It completed him.
I was stupid, brothers, stupid. Thought I was immune to snow-white’s allure. Childish and ignorant, I thought I could use it in moderation. Self medicate.
The next three words took him a long time to write.
I was addicted.
Would this room, this godless place he’d learnt to call home, really be the last thing his eyes saw? Surely he should be on a cliff top somewhere, watching the sun dissolve into night’s cold embrace one last time. Surely he should be watching some image encapsulating the very essence of being.
And so I lost my principles, my standards. My self respect. I became drained, empty. A shell without its tortoise. A shadow of myself, committing horrific acts in exchange for more snow-white.
He picked up the full bag off the ground. Mechanically prepared a dose. A big dose. Closed his eyes, head pointed towards the window. Shivered a little. Cold? Anticipation was more accurate. Freedom.
I’ve disgraced you all. Embarrassed dwarves everywhere. I beg your forgiveness; for my estrangement; my actions; and my selfishness.
He felt his body surrendering. Imagined his organs waving a white flag as the snow-white swirled through his veins, brushing aside his body’s defences.
A life balled and chained, brothers, is no life at all. Let me be liberated in death.
He was a dove’s reflection in a lake of glass, the moon bigger than he could ever remember.
Yours forever
The dove arced and flew into the night sky. The water rippled where its reflection had been.
Dopey
Carlos' Fanfiction - Final Edit
Hi guys here is my final version of my fan fiction.
Thank you for your comments on my drafts. Please give me feedback on this as I'd like to know what you think.
Thank you for your comments on my drafts. Please give me feedback on this as I'd like to know what you think.
By the way 'Kira' is the Japanese pronounciation of the English word: Killer.
I've posted the rules of the Death Note as a brief just to give you a better understanding of Light's power.Enjoy.
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Rules of the Death Note
The human whose name is written in this note shall die.
This note will not take effect unless the writer has the persons face in their mind when writing his/her name.
Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.
If the cause of death is written within 40 seconds of writing the person’s name, it will happen.
If the cause of death is not specified the person will simply die of a heart attack.
After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds.
One page taken from the Death Note, or even a fragment of the page, contains the full effects of the note.
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'This world can only have one God'
Kira vs. Jigsaw
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“4 more people have been found dead this morning in Tokyo bringing the death toll to 24 this week so far. Police are withholding any information but fingers are being pointed at ‘Kira’ for their deaths.”
A sly smile crept upon Light Yagami’s face as he listened to the evening news. “I suppose I have you to thank again”. Light looked down to his new found power: the Death Note. Since acquiring the Death Note, Light took justice into his own hands by taking care of Tokyo’s criminals himself earning him the name ‘Kira’ to the public. Proud of his work, he congratulated himself as this week was the largest number of criminals he had ever killed, though in the back of his mind something was bothering him. He only killed 17 this week.
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“Wake up...Kira.”
Light’s eyes slowly began to uncover an unfamiliar blurred environment as he awoke. Struggling to come round, he eventually found what he figured to be someone’s room though it was impossible for someone to want to live in it he thought. What was left of the torn and faded wallpaper barely concealed the walls of rotten wood and greenery seeping through the cracks. The ceiling immersed in mould and the carpet barely existent it soon became evident that no one had occupied this room for quite a while.
It seemed like minutes before he began to process what was going on. Realizing he was unable to move he looked down to find his arms and legs strapped to what seemed like an old barber’s chair firmly attached to the floor restricting him in his place. A small black ink pen was attached to his hand, for what purpose though was unknown to him. Cameras were placed in each corner of the ceiling, recording his every move. A crackling noise filled the room and a voice spoke once again.
“Welcome to my world Kira. Now that you’re finally here I’d like to play a game.”
Light’s chair slowly turned around and a dark wooden desk came into view. Laid out over the desk was a small blank page that looked to have been torn out of a book. A small monitor sitting on the corner of the desk turned on and a small doll-like face with a demonic look appeared on the screen. The doll continued to speak.
“I’m sure you’re familiar with this piece of paper; you write on them every day. Your little notebook is definitely a powerful thing. Using it, you mercilessly kill those who oppose your dream of a utopian world. Rapists, robbers, fraudsters and even our own kind: murderers. Yes. You and I are both murderers Kira but we kill for the right reasons no? But there is one problem.” The voice, arrogant and demeaning, irritated Light. “When we reach the Promised Land there can only be one lead-“
“You mean God.”
“Oh?”
“In my world, I will be God. The people will thank me from saving them from the evil in our society. They will praise me and I will be loved. An amateur like you could never achieve that.” A sense of determination bled from the eyes of Light as he talked down the foolish doll.
“Well I sincerely apologise but it seems I have rewritten your fate. For today, you will be leaving us. In your right hand is a pen to enable you to write on the page in front of you. I obtained this from your Death Note the day we captured you. If you’d care to look above you’ll see a slab of stone held up by chains. When the timer over on the wall reaches 0 the stone will fall, crushing you completely. You have 2 minutes to decide your death. What will it be? Write your name down and take your own life or sit there helplessly, waiting to be squashed to nothing. Choose wisely, Light Yagami.
The most immense fear would have overwhelmed any normal human being. To have the day of your death chosen; 2 minutes to decide how it would end. Jigsaw watched his subject from his monitoring room, awaiting the joy that would come at the hands of his own work. His smirk was soon banished with what he saw next. Head laid back, eyes closed, Light Yagami took in a single deep breath. Opening his eyes he faced the camera pointing at his face from the left corner of the room and smiled down the lens to Jigsaw.
“What seems to be the problem Light?” Beaming with confidence, Jigsaw patronised his victim. “Is it that the God of his own world has finally realised he isn’t the superior candidate to lead it? It appears you’ve gone insane with that childish smirk on your face.”
Closing his eyes once more, Light released a sigh of pride. “I don’t suppose you’ve heard the quote: ‘If the loser keeps his smile, the winner will lose the thrill of his victory’. I think this would be more fitting if that were indeed the case. I must say, I’ve really outdone myself this time. I guess I have you to thank for making my brilliant plan come to life.”
“What?”
Light could feel the confidence Jigsaw once held pour from the camera lens into his hands. He was about to show this Jigsaw a real killer.
“I hope you had the time to read the rules of the Death Note. As you know, I can kill anyone I know the name and face of just by writing it down. I can also write how that person will die as long as I write it in the next 40 seconds after writing their name but it’s another rule that really sells it for me. ‘After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written in the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds’. Through experimentation I found I could control what my victim does before their death. Why should this concern you though?”
Suddenly, all the fear Jigsaw had endeavored to make his victims feel for the past 3 years had turned on him. He tried desperately to shun any thoughts of danger to himself before he spoke to Light.
“You’re empty threats are worthless Light. You can’t even bruise me without knowing my real na-“
“I wouldn’t be so sure Jonathan Kramer.”
Frozen in his seat, every hair on his body standing up, Jigsaw’s heart skipped a beat as he sat in horror.
“You severely underestimated me Jonathan. You see, my father is part of the police force and luckily for me he was heading the case on the infamous ‘Jigsaw’ killer, the person responsible for poaching my victims. For a young college genius, it’s not a problem hacking into my father’s police investigation reports. Don’t worry I have no desire to write your name on this piece of paper in front of me now as I already did a few days ago. It’s just a matter of WHEN you will die now.”
Jigsaw couldn’t believe a single word he was hearing. He was speechless as he watched that stupid grin still displayed on Light’s face. How could he have been outwitted by him, a 17 year old college student; more importantly, when was he going to die?
“Have you failed to notice why I’m not dead yet? I believe you said I had TWO minutes right? It’s probably because you didn’t start the actual timer. See, this whole plan you thought you carefully crafted was actually mine all along. Everything you’ve done. From capturing me to putting me in this chair, I wrote it all in the Death Note. You didn’t start the countdown because I wrote that you wouldn’t. These knots around my arms and legs aren’t even properly done.”
With ease Light stood from his chair and walked closer towards the camera. Jigsaw was on the edge of insanity. How could this all be happening? Then without any notice his right hand started moving beyond his control. Everything Light had said was the truth. Light was in control. Desperate attempts to stop his body were futile as his index finger pressed down the timer button.
“I think it’s about time you came down here John.”
A door behind the desk opened slowly as a pale, terrified looking aged man walked through into the dingy room. Jigsaw having given up on the struggle to control his body, allowed himself to be guided to the room. As Light stared from the corner of the room, Jigsaw’s body slowly headed towards the chair previously inhabited by Light. He was going to be placed in his own trap. This was his death. Sitting down, Jigsaw looked to the timer to see there was 40 seconds left.
“So this is how it ends.” Taking a deep breath, Jigsaw looked up to Light. This was his executioner. This…boy.
“That’s right.” The tone in Light’s voice had changed. He spoke with determination. Victory was closer.
“I guess it was never my world to own.”
“I told you I would be a God. An amateur like you was never destined to take that responsibility. Now sleep old man.”
The chains holding the stone buckled. Jonathan Kramer closed his eyes and for the last time in his life he smiled.
“God huh?”
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"Silly Caucasian Girl Likes To Play With Samurai Swords" - 2nd Draft
"I've always been told that I would one day encounter the likes of you, the infamous black mamba", Regina's voice echoed throughout the pitch black isolated environment. "Little girl, I know you feel you must protect your father. But I beg you, walk away", Beatrix suggested. "You call that begging? You can beg better than that." Regina giggled girlishly.
"What's this switch?" Karen asked, as she tried to hide comfortably with Cady and Gretchen in the confined space which hid them from Regina and Beatrix.
"What the hell, how did the lights come on?! I never thought you three would actually rain on my parade on this day of all days. Never mind I'll deal with you twits right after I get rid of this retard." Regina exclaimed, as she glared right at the girls hiding behind the glass wall.
As Beatrix raised her sword ready for battle, Regina waited for her at the top of a thick gym rope, one of 10 which hung 2 metres apart. Regina held a rare 'Hattori Hanzu' samurai sword, completely identical to that in Beatrix's grip. Beatrix moved toward the nearest rope and ascended until she was 2 ropes away and leveled with her opponent.
They lunged one rope forward and began attacking with rapid piercing force which caused them to shift back and forth in a swinging motion. Half an hour passed and as the action intensified, the 17 year old's cheerleader physique quickly became tired and she grew desperate. She jumped from rope to rope in an attempt to kill time while she provoked her opponent. Beatrix grew tired of this and dived forward in an effort to finish the job once and for all. Regina finally turned back to face her and they leaped towards each other and screamed at the top of their lungs. Then the lights suddenly went out.
"Fucking hell Karen!", Regina cried, followed by a scream which accompanied her from the top as her body shot straight toward a pile of javelins. Beatrix managed to just grab onto the end of a rope, saving her from the fall which claimed Regina. "Okay... that is so... not... fetch", Cady, Gretchen and Karen whispered amongst themselves as they quietly crept out the door traumatised.
Beatrix approached Regina to find that three javelins had penetrated her heart leaving her sprawled with gushing blood loss. The teen queen had a few minutes left of life and she had a final request which Beatrix accepted. "When you find Bill please give this ring back to him, he told me it belonged to my mother", Regina's last words as she trailed off into silence. The woman sat there motionless and stared at her ring she once believed was lost.
A tear trickled down her cheek.
"What's this switch?" Karen asked, as she tried to hide comfortably with Cady and Gretchen in the confined space which hid them from Regina and Beatrix.
"What the hell, how did the lights come on?! I never thought you three would actually rain on my parade on this day of all days. Never mind I'll deal with you twits right after I get rid of this retard." Regina exclaimed, as she glared right at the girls hiding behind the glass wall.
As Beatrix raised her sword ready for battle, Regina waited for her at the top of a thick gym rope, one of 10 which hung 2 metres apart. Regina held a rare 'Hattori Hanzu' samurai sword, completely identical to that in Beatrix's grip. Beatrix moved toward the nearest rope and ascended until she was 2 ropes away and leveled with her opponent.
They lunged one rope forward and began attacking with rapid piercing force which caused them to shift back and forth in a swinging motion. Half an hour passed and as the action intensified, the 17 year old's cheerleader physique quickly became tired and she grew desperate. She jumped from rope to rope in an attempt to kill time while she provoked her opponent. Beatrix grew tired of this and dived forward in an effort to finish the job once and for all. Regina finally turned back to face her and they leaped towards each other and screamed at the top of their lungs. Then the lights suddenly went out.
"Fucking hell Karen!", Regina cried, followed by a scream which accompanied her from the top as her body shot straight toward a pile of javelins. Beatrix managed to just grab onto the end of a rope, saving her from the fall which claimed Regina. "Okay... that is so... not... fetch", Cady, Gretchen and Karen whispered amongst themselves as they quietly crept out the door traumatised.
Beatrix approached Regina to find that three javelins had penetrated her heart leaving her sprawled with gushing blood loss. The teen queen had a few minutes left of life and she had a final request which Beatrix accepted. "When you find Bill please give this ring back to him, he told me it belonged to my mother", Regina's last words as she trailed off into silence. The woman sat there motionless and stared at her ring she once believed was lost.
A tear trickled down her cheek.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
First draft
Intro: A snapshot of Dopey's (of Snow White) life (death?), post original fairytale. Might not make much sense yet.
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Dear Brothers, a shaking hand wrote.
By the time you read this I will probably be dead.
Melodramatic? He mused to himself. Definitely. Over the top? Probably.
He sighed to himself, and scratched his head. They’d never been his strong points; eloquence, self expression. God, he’d never even bothered to speak aloud. Not one word. To anyone. His brothers assumed him mute, but this wasn’t true. It was a strong indifference, an intense apathy that saw him keep his thoughts to himself.
I wish I’d told you all how much you meant to me, brothers. I regret the silence I kept all those years, through the seasons. I loved you, appreciated you all more than you can ever know.
He paused and tapped his teeth with his pen, looking around the room. The only light came from a small oil lamp, the dancing light trying to escape out through the heavily curtained windows. Small empty plastic bags littered the floor, the ghosts of a thousand highs. A pair of crackling speakers, their wiry insides exposed, begrudgingly pushed out some down tempo number.
After She was brought to life by the Prince, we were lost brothers. Lost. After years of watching over her body in the forest, suddenly we were without purpose. Our mining jobs gone, our home in ruins.
Would they judge him? He wondered. Deny that he’d existed at all?
We all coped in different ways. Some of you took up sports. Some took up other careers; butchers, bakers, candlestick makers. I envied your strength.
How long had it been? When was the last time he’d seen their faces. This room seemed to make time stretch and contort until it lost all meaning.
But as for me? I wallowed.
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to be continued...
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Dear Brothers, a shaking hand wrote.
By the time you read this I will probably be dead.
Melodramatic? He mused to himself. Definitely. Over the top? Probably.
He sighed to himself, and scratched his head. They’d never been his strong points; eloquence, self expression. God, he’d never even bothered to speak aloud. Not one word. To anyone. His brothers assumed him mute, but this wasn’t true. It was a strong indifference, an intense apathy that saw him keep his thoughts to himself.
I wish I’d told you all how much you meant to me, brothers. I regret the silence I kept all those years, through the seasons. I loved you, appreciated you all more than you can ever know.
He paused and tapped his teeth with his pen, looking around the room. The only light came from a small oil lamp, the dancing light trying to escape out through the heavily curtained windows. Small empty plastic bags littered the floor, the ghosts of a thousand highs. A pair of crackling speakers, their wiry insides exposed, begrudgingly pushed out some down tempo number.
After She was brought to life by the Prince, we were lost brothers. Lost. After years of watching over her body in the forest, suddenly we were without purpose. Our mining jobs gone, our home in ruins.
Would they judge him? He wondered. Deny that he’d existed at all?
We all coped in different ways. Some of you took up sports. Some took up other careers; butchers, bakers, candlestick makers. I envied your strength.
How long had it been? When was the last time he’d seen their faces. This room seemed to make time stretch and contort until it lost all meaning.
But as for me? I wallowed.
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to be continued...
Kill The Bitch - 1st Draft
The plastics' ringleader Regina George made her way around the school throwing copies of the 'burn book' pages under every classroom door and into every locker. Students merged into the halls as the bell rang. To their shock there were A4 sheets scattered across the floors filled with the deepest darkest secrets of every student. This only resulted in a great display of uncontrollable violence as each student engaged in mortal combat with one another.
"What the hell?" Cady said as she stood in the middle of the long stretch of a hall with Karen and Gretchen completely oblivious to the situation. They turned to their right and standing proud was the queen bee herself smiling away at the hell she unleashed upon the school.
The doors on the opposite end slid open as Beatrix made her calm unnoticed entrance. With her eyes fixed on Regina she travelled toward her, taking no notice of the brawl in the background. Passing the other 3 'Plastics', Beatrix could feel something strange about them as they watched her closely but she chose to ignore them.
"Who is this lady? Her outfit is so fetch... Or maybe not" Gretchen mentioned, just to end up with a weird look from the other two. "I have no idea but lets follow her", Cady suggested as they subtly tagged along right behind her.
Beatrix reached her target and Regina became uneasy, while at the same time she raised her guard. "Its amazing, I knew who you were the instant I spotted that golden blond hair from afar. The spitting image of your father, where is he?", Beatrix asked. "Excuse me old retard? I don't know who you are but you'd better beat it before I order your wrinkles to swallow up your face", Regina shot back. "I don't have time for games foolish little girl. You know exactly where Bill is and I need to know now!" she exclaimed, bringing the background noise to an immediate pause as everybody stared, wondering what was going on. Regina threw 4 smoke bombs forward and raced out the door in an attempt to get away, leaving Cady and the other two confused as to how she had those on her. Beatrix followed her to the old abandoned soundproof gym, followed by the other 'Plastics' who were the only ones to make it out of the smokey environment in time to spot where the girls disappeared to.
Heavy rusted doors opened which appeared to have been sealed off about a decade. Dull, gloomy and icy chills rushed down Beatrix's spine as she crossed the threshold.
"What the hell?" Cady said as she stood in the middle of the long stretch of a hall with Karen and Gretchen completely oblivious to the situation. They turned to their right and standing proud was the queen bee herself smiling away at the hell she unleashed upon the school.
The doors on the opposite end slid open as Beatrix made her calm unnoticed entrance. With her eyes fixed on Regina she travelled toward her, taking no notice of the brawl in the background. Passing the other 3 'Plastics', Beatrix could feel something strange about them as they watched her closely but she chose to ignore them.
"Who is this lady? Her outfit is so fetch... Or maybe not" Gretchen mentioned, just to end up with a weird look from the other two. "I have no idea but lets follow her", Cady suggested as they subtly tagged along right behind her.
Beatrix reached her target and Regina became uneasy, while at the same time she raised her guard. "Its amazing, I knew who you were the instant I spotted that golden blond hair from afar. The spitting image of your father, where is he?", Beatrix asked. "Excuse me old retard? I don't know who you are but you'd better beat it before I order your wrinkles to swallow up your face", Regina shot back. "I don't have time for games foolish little girl. You know exactly where Bill is and I need to know now!" she exclaimed, bringing the background noise to an immediate pause as everybody stared, wondering what was going on. Regina threw 4 smoke bombs forward and raced out the door in an attempt to get away, leaving Cady and the other two confused as to how she had those on her. Beatrix followed her to the old abandoned soundproof gym, followed by the other 'Plastics' who were the only ones to make it out of the smokey environment in time to spot where the girls disappeared to.
Heavy rusted doors opened which appeared to have been sealed off about a decade. Dull, gloomy and icy chills rushed down Beatrix's spine as she crossed the threshold.
Kill The Bitch
This is an introduction of what I'm going to cover before I start my first draft.
My fan fic is based on a crossover between two films:
(1) Mean Girls which is based around 3 popular girls (The Plastics) whose lives take a different turn when a social misfit decides to cast her revenge on the queen bee by sending in the new student to pose as one of their own in order to bring them down. The mission? To seek and destroy Regina George at any cost. Why? Simple, she's a bitch.
(2) Kill Bill Vol. 1 which focuses on a woman who seeks revenge on a group of people she races around to kill while crossing off names in her list. Her final target, Bill, who she is determined to destroy as he ordered her death along with her loved ones on the day of her wedding.
My fan fiction will start off on the set of Mean Girls from the scene where Regina George shares the burn book with the whole school, where everything turns into an out of control Armageddon. At the same time, Kill Bill's Beatrix makes her entrance slowly through the halls in search of a girl who she believes has the answer to her question.
My fan fic is based on a crossover between two films:
(1) Mean Girls which is based around 3 popular girls (The Plastics) whose lives take a different turn when a social misfit decides to cast her revenge on the queen bee by sending in the new student to pose as one of their own in order to bring them down. The mission? To seek and destroy Regina George at any cost. Why? Simple, she's a bitch.
(2) Kill Bill Vol. 1 which focuses on a woman who seeks revenge on a group of people she races around to kill while crossing off names in her list. Her final target, Bill, who she is determined to destroy as he ordered her death along with her loved ones on the day of her wedding.
My fan fiction will start off on the set of Mean Girls from the scene where Regina George shares the burn book with the whole school, where everything turns into an out of control Armageddon. At the same time, Kill Bill's Beatrix makes her entrance slowly through the halls in search of a girl who she believes has the answer to her question.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Second draft
“4 more people have been found dead this morning in Tokyo bringing the death toll to 24 this week so far. Police are withholding any information but fingers are being pointed at ‘Kira’ for their deaths.”
A sly smile crept upon Light Yagami’s face as he listened to the evening news. “I suppose I have you to thank again”. Light looked down to his new found power: the Death Note.
Since acquiring the Death Note, Light took justice into his own hands by taking care of Tokyo’s criminals himself. Proud of his work, he congratulated himself as this week was the largest number of criminals he had ever killed, though in the back of his mind something was bothering him. He only killed 17 this week.
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“Wake up...Kira.”
Light’s eyes slowly began to uncover an unfamiliar blurred environment as he awoke. Struggling to come round, he eventually found what he figured to be someone’s room though it was impossible for someone to want to live in it he thought. What was left of the torn and faded wallpaper barely concealed the walls of rotten wood and greenery seeping through the cracks. The ceiling immersed in mould and the carpet barely existent it soon became evident that no one had occupied this room for quite a while.
It seemed like minutes before he began to process what was going on. Realizing he was unable to move he looked down to find his arms and legs strapped to what seemed like an old barber’s chair firmly attached to the floor restricting him in his place. A small black ink pen was attached to his hand, for what purpose though he was yet to see. Cameras were placed in each corner of the ceiling, recording his every move. A crackling noise filled the room and a voice spoke once again.
“Welcome to my world Kira. Now that you’re finally here I’d like to play a game.”
Light’s chair slowly turned around and a dark wooden desk came into view. Laid out over the desk was a small blank page that looked to have been torn out of a book. A small monitor sitting on the corner of the desk turned on and a small doll-like face with a demonic look appeared on the screen. The doll continued to speak.
“I’m sure you’re familiar with this piece of paper; you write on them every day. You mercilessly kill those who oppose your dream of a utopian world. Rapists, robbers, fraudsters and even our own kind: murderers. Yes. You and I are both murderers Kira but we kill for the right reasons no? But there is one problem.” The voice, arrogant and demeaning, irritated Light. “When we reach the Promised Land there can only be one lead-“
“You mean God.”
“Oh?”
“In my world, I will be God. The people will thank me from saving them from the evil in our society. They will praise me and I will be loved. An amateur like you could never achieve that.” A sense of determination bled from the eyes of Light as he talked down the foolish doll.
“Well I sincerely apologise but it seems I have rewritten your fate. For today, you will be leaving us. In your right hand is a pen to enable you to write on the page in front of you. I obtained this from your Death Note the day we captured you. If you’d care to look above you’ll see a large tank containing (still figuring out...)
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The most immense fear would have overwhelmed any normal human being. To have your time of death chosen; your own death to decide how it was going to end in 2 minutes. Jigsaw watched his subject from his monitoring room, awaiting the joy that would come at the hands of his own brilliant plan.
A sly smile crept upon Light Yagami’s face as he listened to the evening news. “I suppose I have you to thank again”. Light looked down to his new found power: the Death Note.
Since acquiring the Death Note, Light took justice into his own hands by taking care of Tokyo’s criminals himself. Proud of his work, he congratulated himself as this week was the largest number of criminals he had ever killed, though in the back of his mind something was bothering him. He only killed 17 this week.
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“Wake up...Kira.”
Light’s eyes slowly began to uncover an unfamiliar blurred environment as he awoke. Struggling to come round, he eventually found what he figured to be someone’s room though it was impossible for someone to want to live in it he thought. What was left of the torn and faded wallpaper barely concealed the walls of rotten wood and greenery seeping through the cracks. The ceiling immersed in mould and the carpet barely existent it soon became evident that no one had occupied this room for quite a while.
It seemed like minutes before he began to process what was going on. Realizing he was unable to move he looked down to find his arms and legs strapped to what seemed like an old barber’s chair firmly attached to the floor restricting him in his place. A small black ink pen was attached to his hand, for what purpose though he was yet to see. Cameras were placed in each corner of the ceiling, recording his every move. A crackling noise filled the room and a voice spoke once again.
“Welcome to my world Kira. Now that you’re finally here I’d like to play a game.”
Light’s chair slowly turned around and a dark wooden desk came into view. Laid out over the desk was a small blank page that looked to have been torn out of a book. A small monitor sitting on the corner of the desk turned on and a small doll-like face with a demonic look appeared on the screen. The doll continued to speak.
“I’m sure you’re familiar with this piece of paper; you write on them every day. You mercilessly kill those who oppose your dream of a utopian world. Rapists, robbers, fraudsters and even our own kind: murderers. Yes. You and I are both murderers Kira but we kill for the right reasons no? But there is one problem.” The voice, arrogant and demeaning, irritated Light. “When we reach the Promised Land there can only be one lead-“
“You mean God.”
“Oh?”
“In my world, I will be God. The people will thank me from saving them from the evil in our society. They will praise me and I will be loved. An amateur like you could never achieve that.” A sense of determination bled from the eyes of Light as he talked down the foolish doll.
“Well I sincerely apologise but it seems I have rewritten your fate. For today, you will be leaving us. In your right hand is a pen to enable you to write on the page in front of you. I obtained this from your Death Note the day we captured you. If you’d care to look above you’ll see a large tank containing (still figuring out...)
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.
.
The most immense fear would have overwhelmed any normal human being. To have your time of death chosen; your own death to decide how it was going to end in 2 minutes. Jigsaw watched his subject from his monitoring room, awaiting the joy that would come at the hands of his own brilliant plan.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Fan-fiction - Do The Right Thing
My fanfic is based on the film Do The Right Thing by Spike Lee - a story of racial identity and conflict set in 1980's Brooklyn.
Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=muc7xqdHudI
Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=muc7xqdHudI
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Draft - The pickings of Apples off the tree.
Radio Raheem
“Hate - It was with this hand that Cain snuffed his brother. Love – It was with this hand that granted Solomon with wisdom. The left hand - the hand of hate. The right hand – the hand of love. The story of life is this: Static, one hand is always fighting the other. The right hand has taken the left hand down, it looks like hate is done. But hold on, STOP THE PRESSES, it looks like, yes it looks like the left hand is back. The right hand is on the ropes from a devastateing left..... and love has hit the canvas. Love is down for the count..... 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9....."
“Hate - It was with this hand that Cain snuffed his brother. Love – It was with this hand that granted Solomon with wisdom. The left hand - the hand of hate. The right hand – the hand of love. The story of life is this: Static, one hand is always fighting the other. The right hand has taken the left hand down, it looks like hate is done. But hold on, STOP THE PRESSES, it looks like, yes it looks like the left hand is back. The right hand is on the ropes from a devastateing left..... and love has hit the canvas. Love is down for the count..... 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9....."
He walked down the pavement - hand on a tambourine, mind in orbit. Moonlight shone a shadow in the shape of the Grim Reaper and a shovel not to far behind on a night blacker than him, blacker than a million midnights.....
From here, to over there, to over there.
It's great to see such a significant contrast of fanfics in this group - everything from Japanese anime, literature from Mark Twain, films in ode of Chambara cinema and childhood fairytales.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Some Snow White fanfics
Looking at another few fairytale fanfics. The last ones I read were just of the fairytale genre in general but now I'm kind of leaning towards exploring one of the dwarves from Snow White in my fanfic, so these fanfics are all based in the Snow White universe.
Snow White - the alternative story: tells the story of Snow White from the perspective of her step-mother. Plot is changed to Snow White's downwards spiral into drugs and sex with the seven dwarves before winding up in rehab. Could have been written better, some things seem thrown in for the sake of being crude.
The Thing Snow White: Interesting take on the story, turns Snow White into a twisted rhyming poem.
Snow White Rap Style: Um, story of Snow White turned into a rap song. Kind of interesting, definitely original. Not quite sure what to make of this. Haha.
The Witch Queen: Another fanfic written from the step-mother's perspective. This one is noticably darker though and investigates some of her magical abilities.
Snow White - the alternative story: tells the story of Snow White from the perspective of her step-mother. Plot is changed to Snow White's downwards spiral into drugs and sex with the seven dwarves before winding up in rehab. Could have been written better, some things seem thrown in for the sake of being crude.
The Thing Snow White: Interesting take on the story, turns Snow White into a twisted rhyming poem.
Snow White Rap Style: Um, story of Snow White turned into a rap song. Kind of interesting, definitely original. Not quite sure what to make of this. Haha.
The Witch Queen: Another fanfic written from the step-mother's perspective. This one is noticably darker though and investigates some of her magical abilities.
Yee-ha
I just have found the world I think I will enjoy to immerse in for my fanfic:
the Connecticut Yankee motive of Mark Twain.
I have always enjoyed Mark Twain's humor, the way he made his stories about XIXth century America and its people more or less eternally fresh and actual.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Fan Fic - "My Name Is Buck, And I'm Here To F_ck"
merlintriss: The writer takes us right into little Nikkia's life where she grows to learn of a world no child should ever come to know, that of assassins. We learn of this little girl's mission to find closure from the death of her mother whose life was claimed at the hands of Beatrix Kiddo; who offered Nikkia a deal the night of the murder, "your mother had it comin'. When you grow up, if you still feel raw about it, I'll be waiting."
Dr. G: Nikkia's given her chance to avenge her mother's death in this fan fiction, but with a twist. Grownup Nikkia's discovery of Beatrix's state leads her in a slightly different direction as she continues in her mission to find closure.
Patricia de Lioncourt: The author's put together this nice little piece where a mastermind behind the modern world's greatest assassins shows his most vulnerable side; Bill's 4 year old daughter B.B. Who knew that the worst of murderers could have a family-oriented side? Even so, the Bride is still out to kill Bill - I know I would.
o-see-no-evil-o: This fan fic explores Beatrix and B.B's newfound life in the Suburbs after moving on from the past events which ended in mass bloodbaths. Finally with everything buried - an opportunity to start fresh, except the curious neighbour has plans of her own to do some digging.
Selphie Ivy: We're taken into Elle's refreshingly hateful mind as she lay drenched in her own pool of blood in the caravan. The author places great emphasis on Elle's strong negative emotions which revolve completely around Beatrix.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
First little draft for my Fanfiction
Rules of the Death Note
The human whose name is written in this note shall die.
This note will not take effect unless the writer has the persons face in their mind when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.
If the cause of death is written within 40 seconds of writing the person’s name, it will happen.
If the cause of death is not specified the person will simply die of a heart attack.
The human whose name is written in this note shall die.
This note will not take effect unless the writer has the persons face in their mind when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.
If the cause of death is written within 40 seconds of writing the person’s name, it will happen.
If the cause of death is not specified the person will simply die of a heart attack.
“4 more people have been found dead this morning in Tokyo bringing the death toll to 24 this week so far. Police are withholding any information but fingers are being pointed at ‘Kira’ for their deaths.”
A sly smile crept upon Light Yagami’s face as he listened to the evening news. “I suppose I have you to thank again”. Light looked down to his new found power: the Death Note.
Since acquiring the Death Note, Light took justice into his own hands by taking care of Tokyo’s criminals himself. Proud of his work, he congratulated himself as this week was the largest number of criminals he had ever killed. His grin soon faded because in the back of his mind something was bothering him. He only took the lives of 17 this week.
A sly smile crept upon Light Yagami’s face as he listened to the evening news. “I suppose I have you to thank again”. Light looked down to his new found power: the Death Note.
Since acquiring the Death Note, Light took justice into his own hands by taking care of Tokyo’s criminals himself. Proud of his work, he congratulated himself as this week was the largest number of criminals he had ever killed. His grin soon faded because in the back of his mind something was bothering him. He only took the lives of 17 this week.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Useful site
I think this will be a useful little site for all of us: How To Write Better Fan Fiction
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Bit of information..
Whoa new people in the group!
Just incase some of you don't quite know much about my topic of interest here's some links you can look at.
I'm sure most of you know the 'Saw' movie series so I don't really need to go into that much. Basically it is about a serial killer named Jigsaw who captures people he feels have taken their lives for granted and goes on to teach them their lesson and give them a chance to atone for their sins. Though the method of this lesson is quite gruesome and a tad bit unnecessary as he puts the victims in traps to test their will to live through physical and psychological torture.
A very gorey series though I'm taking Jigsaw from this movie and placing him in my cross-over fanfiction because of his ideals as he is nearly the same as his challenger in my fanfiction.
Here is a link to some information on the 'Saw' movies:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saw_(franchise)
The other character in my cross-over is Light Yagami from a manga and anime series called 'Death Note'.
Light obtains a notebook that gives him the power to kill anyone he wants, any time he wants, however he wants just by writing the persons name and how they die in the notebook while also picturing their face in his mind. These actions earn him the name of 'Kira' to the public (Japanese pronounciation of the English word 'killer'). He uses this notebook in the series to serve justice to all the criminals in Japan by killing them off one by one.
Here is a link to some information on 'Death Note':
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death_Note#Anime
See what happens in my fanfiction when these two killers go head to head.
Lemme know what you think.
Oh and if you're a fan of anime or manga I strongly suggest watching/reading Death Note. Best series ever. Twists in every episode. But not the kinda cheesy crap you see in Home and Away....
Just incase some of you don't quite know much about my topic of interest here's some links you can look at.
I'm sure most of you know the 'Saw' movie series so I don't really need to go into that much. Basically it is about a serial killer named Jigsaw who captures people he feels have taken their lives for granted and goes on to teach them their lesson and give them a chance to atone for their sins. Though the method of this lesson is quite gruesome and a tad bit unnecessary as he puts the victims in traps to test their will to live through physical and psychological torture.
A very gorey series though I'm taking Jigsaw from this movie and placing him in my cross-over fanfiction because of his ideals as he is nearly the same as his challenger in my fanfiction.
Here is a link to some information on the 'Saw' movies:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saw_(franchise)
The other character in my cross-over is Light Yagami from a manga and anime series called 'Death Note'.
Light obtains a notebook that gives him the power to kill anyone he wants, any time he wants, however he wants just by writing the persons name and how they die in the notebook while also picturing their face in his mind. These actions earn him the name of 'Kira' to the public (Japanese pronounciation of the English word 'killer'). He uses this notebook in the series to serve justice to all the criminals in Japan by killing them off one by one.
Here is a link to some information on 'Death Note':
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death_Note#Anime
See what happens in my fanfiction when these two killers go head to head.
Lemme know what you think.
Oh and if you're a fan of anime or manga I strongly suggest watching/reading Death Note. Best series ever. Twists in every episode. But not the kinda cheesy crap you see in Home and Away....
Fan Fiction - "I don't hate you because you're fat, you're fat because I hate you"
Maddiie09: A short but good fan fic with the main focus on the 'queen bee' Regina George's death, written as a 1st person narrative. The reader is taken straight to the point so fast that there is no time to stop and feel sorry for Regina. This sure turns the tables placing her as the victim for once, which the writer may have intended, to give the 'bitch' a taste of the very pain she inflicts so well.
Elliot Pole: Definitely one interesting piece of text which explores the unmentioned life of 'Miss Africa' - Cady. She deals with everyday problems which plummet to new depth when issues around sexual orientation rise to the surface. "She didn’t even know if you could change sexual orientations. And she had always been a heterosexual. Boys were her thing, not girls. She expected that it would always be this way."
mikagirlJap: The author expands on very common occurences that exist in all schools around the globe, where rumors spread like wildfire and highschool dramas seem like the end of the world. This fan fic starts off from Regina's tragic bus accident where her path of destruction is headed in Cady's direction.
LostWithoutHim: This fan fic is focussed on the new popular group - the 'Plastics' and shows the reader how those in the lower high school social structure make attempts at climbing up the social ladder in the hope of tasting a slice popularity as a result.
emilymadison: This I've got to say gave Mark Waters' Mean Girls a more appropriate ending. Instead of the walls being broken down between popular and unpopular pupils, these four picked up where they left off as if no dramas took place. Lets be realistic its high school, since when did the popular ones mix in with the geeks?
Elliot Pole: Definitely one interesting piece of text which explores the unmentioned life of 'Miss Africa' - Cady. She deals with everyday problems which plummet to new depth when issues around sexual orientation rise to the surface. "She didn’t even know if you could change sexual orientations. And she had always been a heterosexual. Boys were her thing, not girls. She expected that it would always be this way."
mikagirlJap: The author expands on very common occurences that exist in all schools around the globe, where rumors spread like wildfire and highschool dramas seem like the end of the world. This fan fic starts off from Regina's tragic bus accident where her path of destruction is headed in Cady's direction.
LostWithoutHim: This fan fic is focussed on the new popular group - the 'Plastics' and shows the reader how those in the lower high school social structure make attempts at climbing up the social ladder in the hope of tasting a slice popularity as a result.
emilymadison: This I've got to say gave Mark Waters' Mean Girls a more appropriate ending. Instead of the walls being broken down between popular and unpopular pupils, these four picked up where they left off as if no dramas took place. Lets be realistic its high school, since when did the popular ones mix in with the geeks?
Tale of the Ugly Stepsister: Fanfic exploring the thoughts of Cinderella's youngest ugly stepsister. Haughty language used very fittingly throughout.
Beauty and the Beast: Classic fairytale gets modernised and brought into the 21st century, complete with internet dating.
The Fairest of Them All: Creative story which mashes two fairytales together, with Rapunzel somehow stealing the identity of Snow White.
Snow White and the Seven Dwarves: The True Story: The most appealing fairytale fanfic I've read so far. Portrays the seven dwarves as slumming drug users, and Snow White as a visiting film star who overdoses on hallucinogens and dies.
Seeing Red: Combines the characters of a number of different fairytales into 'Red's' journey through the woods. Explores some ideas about female sexuality and coming of age.
Three Little Pigs: Pretty basic story about the three little pigs that changes the traditional plotline.
Beauty and the Beast: Classic fairytale gets modernised and brought into the 21st century, complete with internet dating.
The Fairest of Them All: Creative story which mashes two fairytales together, with Rapunzel somehow stealing the identity of Snow White.
Snow White and the Seven Dwarves: The True Story: The most appealing fairytale fanfic I've read so far. Portrays the seven dwarves as slumming drug users, and Snow White as a visiting film star who overdoses on hallucinogens and dies.
Seeing Red: Combines the characters of a number of different fairytales into 'Red's' journey through the woods. Explores some ideas about female sexuality and coming of age.
Three Little Pigs: Pretty basic story about the three little pigs that changes the traditional plotline.
Fan Fiction: Some Harry Potter magic
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5112573/1/Friend_Number_Three
An interesting development of the character Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter series. It gives him an unexpected side to his previously evil persona. The piece also gives additional characters which did not exist in the books.
Provides a flashback, which does not readily happen in the original book. Gives an already existing scene and characters more depth.
A flash-forward this time. Addresses issues such as the "purity of blood," which is a major theme in the original books.
An additional plot line which is pretty much unrelated to the original plot. Interestingly written.
Basically re-writes one of the early chapters of the first book, including new characters and giving a new spin on existing ones.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Fan Fiction - This World Can Only Have One God - When Kira meets Jigsaw
Saw Ownback: An excellent fan fiction full of suspense and has a nice little twist at the end where a mother’s secret kills her own son. A great scenario created by the writer inspired from James Wan’s 'Saw'.
Jigsaw's Filosophy: A good fan fiction based solely on the Jigsaw’s philosophy: That people who take life for granted don’t deserve the right to live unless their sins are atoned.
Eaten Alive: My favourite 'Saw' fan fiction. The writer has tied in Jigsaw’s philosophy perfectly in with the victims past actions.
The Predicament: A gruesome and detailed story focused on the trap created by the writer. It goes in-depth with the pain and suffering endured by the victim. An excellent and descriptive story.
Hannibal vs. Jigsaw: A great crossover fan fiction spanning over several chapters telling the story of two villains: Hannibal Lecter and Jigsaw. The story is based on their race to kill each other for ultimate glory. This particular fan fiction will be a great template unto which i can create my very own ‘vs.’ Story between two master killers.
Death Note: The Devil And The Bringer: This fan fiction is a simple adaptation of the manga 'Death Note' created by Tsugumi Ohba. The story is a great introduction into what the manga is all about and how the Death Note has changed Light Yagami’s life.
If The World Was Black: A story created from the writer’s perspective of the mind and obsessive nature of Light.
Death Note And Detective Conan: Clash Of Minds: This crossover is between 'Death Note' and Gosho Aoyama’s manga 'Case Closed' (Also known as 'Detective Conan'). It delves into the minds of the investigators of the ‘Kira’ case as they try to figure out who the serial killer really is.
Justice: The writer goes in-depth into the philosophical side of Kira’s actions in this conversation between Light and L. Is it right to take the law into your own hands and rid the world of criminals by killing them off? Is that justice? Or is it ignorance?
Hello L: A crossover between 'Death Note' and 'Saw'. The writer gives us a humorous look into what would happen if L were to be a part of Jigsaw’s games.
I feel that there could be nothing better than a showdown between two of the greatest ever fictional killers. Both fighting for similar ideals but finding that there is no room for two 'Gods' in this world. Who will remain victorious in the end when they come face to face?
Any feedback welcome!
Jigsaw's Filosophy: A good fan fiction based solely on the Jigsaw’s philosophy: That people who take life for granted don’t deserve the right to live unless their sins are atoned.
Eaten Alive: My favourite 'Saw' fan fiction. The writer has tied in Jigsaw’s philosophy perfectly in with the victims past actions.
The Predicament: A gruesome and detailed story focused on the trap created by the writer. It goes in-depth with the pain and suffering endured by the victim. An excellent and descriptive story.
Hannibal vs. Jigsaw: A great crossover fan fiction spanning over several chapters telling the story of two villains: Hannibal Lecter and Jigsaw. The story is based on their race to kill each other for ultimate glory. This particular fan fiction will be a great template unto which i can create my very own ‘vs.’ Story between two master killers.
Death Note: The Devil And The Bringer: This fan fiction is a simple adaptation of the manga 'Death Note' created by Tsugumi Ohba. The story is a great introduction into what the manga is all about and how the Death Note has changed Light Yagami’s life.
If The World Was Black: A story created from the writer’s perspective of the mind and obsessive nature of Light.
Death Note And Detective Conan: Clash Of Minds: This crossover is between 'Death Note' and Gosho Aoyama’s manga 'Case Closed' (Also known as 'Detective Conan'). It delves into the minds of the investigators of the ‘Kira’ case as they try to figure out who the serial killer really is.
Justice: The writer goes in-depth into the philosophical side of Kira’s actions in this conversation between Light and L. Is it right to take the law into your own hands and rid the world of criminals by killing them off? Is that justice? Or is it ignorance?
Hello L: A crossover between 'Death Note' and 'Saw'. The writer gives us a humorous look into what would happen if L were to be a part of Jigsaw’s games.
I feel that there could be nothing better than a showdown between two of the greatest ever fictional killers. Both fighting for similar ideals but finding that there is no room for two 'Gods' in this world. Who will remain victorious in the end when they come face to face?
Any feedback welcome!
Friday, July 24, 2009
Fan-fiction - "Toto, I've got a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore."
Myonetruevamp sends Victor Fleming's The Wizard of Oz through a time machine into the 21st century and gives a brief plotline of what Dorothy would have to do in order to return home - a Generation Y or Z retake.
Light Queen portrays a synopsis to a sequel of Victor Fleming's The Wizard of Oz where Dorothy tells of her last will and testament before she dies - a contrasting view where she utters to her granddaughter that she wished she could've returned to the land of Oz.
Syme gives an exaggerated narrative on what the Apple trees might have done to Dorothy if they punished her with excessive violence from Victor Fleming's The Wizard of Oz.
Light Queen portrays a synopsis to a sequel of Victor Fleming's The Wizard of Oz where Dorothy tells of her last will and testament before she dies - a contrasting view where she utters to her granddaughter that she wished she could've returned to the land of Oz.
Syme gives an exaggerated narrative on what the Apple trees might have done to Dorothy if they punished her with excessive violence from Victor Fleming's The Wizard of Oz.
Fan-fiction - "It rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again."
Trash Box briefly describes Clarice's feelings, thoughts and surroundings as she visits Dr. Hannibal Lecter (who is in confinement), from Jonathan Demme's The Silence of the Lambs.
Ink Cat uses the word 'lamb' metaphorically (which also ties into the name of the film - Jonathan Demme's The Silence of the Lambs) in a multi-stanzaed poem to describe Clarice's anxious and panicky demeanour as she attempts to save the 'sacrificial lambs'.
Shifter1 subtly blends Jonathan Demme's The Silence of the Lambs and Charles Perrault's Little Red Riding Hood together into a fairytale, where Dr. Hannibal Lecter takes the role as the father telling the story, and Clarice taking the role of the 'little girl' listening - an indirect reflection of their roles in the film.
Screaming Lamb uses Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven as a backdrop/parody to Jonathan Demme's The Silence of the Lambs to tell the tale of Benjamin, his flute and his encounter with Dr. Hannibal Lecter.
Ink Cat uses the word 'lamb' metaphorically (which also ties into the name of the film - Jonathan Demme's The Silence of the Lambs) in a multi-stanzaed poem to describe Clarice's anxious and panicky demeanour as she attempts to save the 'sacrificial lambs'.
Shifter1 subtly blends Jonathan Demme's The Silence of the Lambs and Charles Perrault's Little Red Riding Hood together into a fairytale, where Dr. Hannibal Lecter takes the role as the father telling the story, and Clarice taking the role of the 'little girl' listening - an indirect reflection of their roles in the film.
Screaming Lamb uses Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven as a backdrop/parody to Jonathan Demme's The Silence of the Lambs to tell the tale of Benjamin, his flute and his encounter with Dr. Hannibal Lecter.
Fan-fiction - "Don't be tellin' me about foot massages - I'm the foot f**kin' master."
Hans von Hozel short but sweetly dispels of any act of god, by ironically bringing the creator himself down upon Jules and Vincent from Quentin Tarantino's Pulp Fiction in a divine intervention of his own.
Michael Vega pays tribute with a non-chronological take of Quentin Tarantino's Pulp Fiction in an in-depth retake of an assortment of events between Jules and Vincent.
Brunette Inc. uses a minimal amount of Jule's and Ringo's dialogue from Quentin Tarantino's Pulp Fiction and adapts a back-story of Ringo's thoughts as an explanation for his words and actions.
Michael Vega pays tribute with a non-chronological take of Quentin Tarantino's Pulp Fiction in an in-depth retake of an assortment of events between Jules and Vincent.
Brunette Inc. uses a minimal amount of Jule's and Ringo's dialogue from Quentin Tarantino's Pulp Fiction and adapts a back-story of Ringo's thoughts as an explanation for his words and actions.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Fanfiction -Bees' knees or intellectual bubble gum
In her little gem: The Obsessed General, Octavia Delitian shows us that a 'kind of entertaining' idea of portraying the domestic difficulties of some key characters from Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time epic can get really boring by being childishly predictable.
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