Josh's Final Fanfiction. The Walking Dead.

'Ello ello, group three. This Fan fiction follows "The Walking Dead" The T.V Show.

After a virus has spread through the world everyones worst fear is confirmed - An Undead Apocalypse.. This Fan Fic is a little violent, excuse the gore! 

Please let me know your thoughts and i'm open to any advice on what I could do to spice up this piece ^_^

Plot: A less-than peaceful farm owned by Hershel Greene, has been raided and destroyed by a horde of the undead. The reanimated corpses of past friends and family are known as "walkers", mindless creatures, once human before their infection they are now something completely different. Their skin is constantly rotting away, their bodies move sluggishly, they do not feel pain and they crave only one thing. 

Flesh.

So! After an epic battle with over 500 walkers, one of our main characters Andrea has been split up from the group after being tripped up by a walker leaving everyone to think she was a goner. But Andrea is not a civil rights lawyer anymore, that was her old life. She had been trained by Rick Grimes best/worst friend Shane Walsh. 

She knows how to use a gun, and she doesn't take kindly to these walking rotting corpses especially after they took her sister away from her. 

The Walking Dead, Michonne the Samurai.

Exhausted and weary, losing count of how many there are, Andrea continues to stumble into the darkness of the forest. The croaks and the growls can be heard as the walkers drag at her feet. They stumble and limp after her eager to feed.

She pauses behind a tree to catch her breath, she double checks her pistol, it's out of ammo. "Oh Christ" she exhales, she double checks her duffle bag, apart from a rifle it's empty also. Andrea remains calm the sound of leaves crunching are approaching her.

Crunch Crunch Crunch..

A walker appears out from behind the tree, WHACK! She clubs it with the handle of her pistol. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! She beats the walker until it can't move. That drew the breath out of her, she's running on her last battery, she can't go any further.

Another walker draws close, Are they ever going to stop coming? Andrea pulls out her knife from her pocket, and makes a well placed stab to its forehead. That's the only way to put these walkers down, a well placed bullet to the brain or blunt trauma to the head is the only way to keep this flesh hungry ghouls at bay.

Andrea stumbles, she falls to the ground a walker collapses onto her it's digging for her throat, at this moment Andrea is terrified, any bite, scratch or contact with walker blood she knows that within 24 hours she herself will become one these things that she herself despises. She screams and tries to aim for its head, but she's in panic and too weak to fend this one off her time is almost near.

SHINK!

The walker's head is sliced off and rolled away into the autumn leaves, the walker collapses and rolls over to one side, a hooded figure stands above her, her slim like physique suggests that she's a female but this isn't the figure that's shocking Andrea, she's shocked because behind her cloaked, mysterious saviour are two walkers bound in chains, with mouths wired shut and arms missing. Andrea takes in deep breaths trying to come back from her panic attack, her saviour flicks her sword removing the blood from the tip, she reaches down and pulls Andrea to her feet. Andrea starts to say the words "Than-" suddenly two fingers are presses sharply against her lips, "shhhh."

She removes the jacket from the walker that almost brought Andreas life to an end, and drapes it over her, Andrea accepts it with weariness and confusion. Next the samurai passes a chain connecting to one of the "neutered" walkers to her and points off into the distance, again she repeats the motion and press two fingers to her lips to signal 'no sound.' They march forward through the forest.

They walk quietly, the only sound coming from the rattling chains of the stranger's companions. Under the stranger's cloak is the scarred face of a once beautiful African-American woman. In her previous life, before the walker infection, she was a prominent family attorney with a thriving legal practice. Nowadays, instead of carrying her leather monogrammed briefcase, she carries a long thin bladed Japanese-made sword, a katana.

Walkers still search the forest aimlessly, hunting for any sign of warm flesh. As Andrea, her hooded guardian and undead slaves walk, a stray walker notices them. Part of the walker's kneecap protrudes from it's leg, giving it an uneven walk as it hungrily moves towards the ragtag group. A flash of metal reflects a stray beam of light through the trees as the katana flies towards the walker, hitting it just left-of-centre of it's forehead. The walker instantly stops moving, and falls to the ground.

The woman walks towards the corpse, to retrieve her weapon. Andrea takes the brief stop to ask the stranger her name. She replies simply, "Michonne". Michonne tugs on the chains of her walker companions, motioning them to move forward. With no other useful appendages other than legs, the walkers have little choice but to follow her. As they trek onward, more beams of light shine upon them from the trees - the exit to the forest is nearby.

After a few moments, the unlikely group is bathed in light. They have reached an open clearing, and the morning sun lingers over top of them. "Who are these walkers you've got chained up," asks Andrea, breaking the silence, "and why are you bringing them with you?". Michonne turns to look at her, and pulls off her hood. She waits, contemplating, and then replies, "I didn't think it would be fair to leave them behind." Andrea looks at Michonne, not yet understanding what she means. Michonne then finishes, "after all, they're my father and husband."

Chloe's Final Fan Fiction

<THE SAME PERSON>

In 1888, from 31^st August to 8^th November, there was a person who threw the London citizens in a state of terror. His name was Jack the Ripper. He had already committed two disgusted murder. Swanson inspector assumed that the Jack the Ripper was a knowledgeable person in dissection. Jack the Ripper murdered five prostitutes and he dissected all the bodies. The prosecution weren’t able to arrest him and the Jack the Ripper suddenly disappeared after the fifth murder.

It was very dark inside even though it was early afternoon. Holmes had a newspaper in his hand and was reading the same article over and over again. The second corpse was found and a letter was send to the press. The second victim was Annie Chapman. She was also a prostitute. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Holmes didn’t answer but the door opened. It was Watson. The moment he went into the room, he frowned because of the smell that was all around the room. Holmes said “What brings you here?” not even looking at Watson. Watson sat down on the sofa and said “Mrs. Hudson called me.” Holmes silently passed a letter that was in his hand with the newspaper. “Jammy Estiorra? Who is this?” Watson read out the strange name on the letter and looked at Holmes. Holmes finally stood up from the sofa and picked up his violin. “Professor James Moriarty.” Holmes replied while holding the violin. Watson couldn’t understand what Holmes was saying but he just started to read the letter.

-Dear. Sherlock Holmes

It’s been a while since we met. I guess you’re missing me as well.

I prepared a present for you. I have raised him since he was 10 years old.

He has grown beautifully and strong. I wasn’t expecting him to do this well.

Will you be able to stop him?

He listens to me. He will never disobey me.

Holmes, two filthy prostitutes are going to be found soon.

He won’t stop, and prostitutes will be found dead until they all disappear.

There is nothing you can do, Holmes.

I’ll tell you one thing. His name is Jack the Ripper.

Let’s see what you can do, Holmes.

Watson looked at Holmes after reading the letter. He looked shocked because of the name that was mentioned in the letter. Then he carefully watched the name again. ‘Jammy Estiorra’ was just a mixture of ‘James Moriarty’. Holmes placed the violin where it was before. “Seems like you’ve notice. Yes, the letter is from Professor James Moriarty. That name is just a silly joke. It’s time for us to leave. We should head to the ‘White Chapel’.”

By the time the letter that Professor Moriarty sent, was arrived to Holmes, another letter was arrived at the London press. The letter started with ‘Dear. Boss’. He indicated his hatred towards the prostitutes and confidently said that polices will never be able to arrest him. He predicted the murder that is going to happen and at the last, he named himself as ‘Jack the Ripper’.

Swanson inspector was still wandering around the scene of incident. He couldn’t stop thinking that the culprit might be belonging to the upper class. The two bodies that were found were dissected as if it was used in the dissection class. They weren’t able to find any clue about the culprit. All they found out was that the two victims were both prostitutes. There was another person who was wandering around the scene. It was Holmes. After listening to Swanson inspector about all the personal information of the two victims, Holmes sat down on the ground and didn’t move. Watson sat down beside Holmes. Holmes was staring at the scene. A few minutes later, he suddenly stood up. Watson was trying to follow him, but Holmes stopped him. “Stay here, and see if anyone is coming close to the scene. I won’t be long.” Holmes whispered to Watson and walked away. Watson sighed and stared at the scene just like Holmes.

Prosecutors were all around the White Chapel. They waited all night but Jack the Ripper didn’t show up. Early morning, they all pulled out and returned. Expecting that Jack the Ripper showing up the next day. However, few hours later, bodies were found at White Chapel. Swanson inspector ran into the scene of incident. He could see that it was done by Jack the Ripper as the bodies were dissected.

Holmes was shocked. He stayed near brothels all night but he didn’t see anyone suspicious person. He crushed the letter that he received from Professor Moriarty. Holmes was blaming himself. He couldn’t stop the murder. Holmes unfolded the map he had. All of the prostitutes were working at the different brothel. Holmes frowned and stared at the map. Then Holmes suddenly realized something. He held a pen and started drawing lines on the map. All four of them had to pass the same street to go to the brothel.

Another letter was sent to the London press. That letter was immediately impounded by the prosecution. This also was from Jack the Ripper. The letter started with “none of you were able to stop me.” He blamed the prosecutors for not being able to arrest him. He also mentioned that his murder is yet incomplete which means he will still continue the murder. The case was driving Swanson inspector crazy. He yelled at the prosecutors to protect White Chapel.

Three days have been passed since the letter arrived. It was 5:40am. Mary Jane Kelly was on her way to return home. She was exhausted and sleepy. She had to walk faster and faster to go home and get some sleep. Someone suddenly grabbed her arm. She stared at him exasperatedly. He said, “It’s been a while, Jane. Long time no see.” Mary carefully looked at the man’s face. Then all of a sudden, her face was full of fright.

Holmes rushed into every alley in White Chapel. Then he suddenly stopped. He could smell blood. He slowly walked and then turned to his left. The scene was horrifying. The body wasn’t dissected. She was cruelly slashed to death. Jack the Ripper was still there. Holmes pulled out a pistol. “Guess I was too late.” Holmes said. Jack the Ripper looked back at him. “I didn’t expect you would find me. Guess you are more intelligent than I thought.” Jack the Ripper placed a piece of paper near the body so the prosecutors will be able to find it. Holmes looked down the body. “I didn’t expect that you could murder the one you loved.” Jack the Ripper grinned and walked away from the body. “Professor James Moriarty.” Jack the Ripper walked towards Holmes, taking off his gloves. “You shouldn’t be calling that name. How did you find out that I was Jack the Ripper?” He was still grinning as if nothing happened. “The four victims were camouflages for this murder. You’re target was Mary Jane Kelly from the first place.” They could hear sirens. Moriarty slowly walked pass Holmes. “That’s right. But there is nothing you can do, Holmes. There is no evidence.” Moriarty slowly pointed at the piece of paper he dropped. “Let’s see if you can make that as evidence.” Moriarty slowly drifted away from the scene of murder. Holmes picked up the piece of paper and read what was written. “The jewels are the man that will not be blamed for nothing.”

He placed the piece of paper back to where it was. Then he left the alley.

Jack the Ripper’s murder was stopped from then. There were lots of rumors but there was no truth. People assumed Jack the Ripper has died. May be that is true. Jack the Ripper has died. But Professor James Moriarty was still alive. Holmes threw the newspaper in the rubbish bin. Watson can see that Holmes was depressed. “I couldn’t stop it.” Holmes sat down on the sofa. “May be. But the murder has stopped now. You have saved the sixth victim.” Holmes looked at Watson. “I wasn’t able to arrest him.” Watson couldn’t say anything. All of a sudden, there was a knock on the door. It was a client. It was a young lady. Holmes was listening to her. Watson could see he is not depressed anymore. As Holmes received another request, he tried to forget everything about Jack the Ripper. Promising with himself to arrest Professor Moriarty one day.

Chloe's five fanfiction review

Review



-Sherlock Holmes
Title : There's A First Time For Everything
- It was interesting to read about Holmes' childhood and how he met Watson at school. In this fan fiction, as Holmes was a young boy, the writer showed his childish side which cannot be seen from the original. Holmes practicing violin showed why he was so good at violin and showed his interest in music. The writer showed different point of views of Holmes, Mycroft and Watson so readers may understand more easily. This fan fiction was very interesting that I couldn't stop reading.

Title : My Dear Miss Watsion
- I never even thought about Watson being a woman and I think that is why this fan fiction is very interesting and fascinating. I think it was very well written and it made me press 'next chapter' every time I finish a chapter. Though as it was the first time that writer wrote a story, I found some awkward parts but it was well written. I still believe that Watson is a man but it was very interesting a woman Watson staying beside Holmes.




-The Phantom of the Opera

Title : Music Lesson

-This fan fiction written in poetry way had the story of The Phantom of the Opera. The writer well expressed Christine’s anticipation towards the music lesson. She truly believed that there was an angle who taught her music. This poetry showed that the angle is actually a monster and to him, Christine was the angle. The writer well expressed how much he loved Christine; it is really well written that I was surprised. It made me want to read other works by this writer.

Title: Phantom of the Opera Ending

-This fan fiction is well described the ending of the Phantom of the Opera. The writer well expressed Erik’s sadness and made me feel sad as well. I could imagine Erik’s action and his face, his expressions when he was crying. The writer didn’t really mentioned Raoul, I think it was to emphasize the last moment of Erik and Christine. This work makes the reader think that Christine didn’t leave him because of his face, simply she loved Raoul more. After reading this, I felt like I have watched the movie Phantom of the Opera again. Erik’s sadness was letting go the one he truly loved and Christine’s sadness was full of shame and the pain leaving her angle of music.

TV Show

Title: Forgetting Happiness

-This fan fiction was based on Korean drama Goong. This drama was about king and queen, and the prince of Korea. It was very interesting drama as it was a love story between a prince and a normal girl. This fan fiction was about another prince Yul, who loved the normal girl ChaeKyung. But she was already married to prince shin. The writer well expressed the sadness that Yul had, and how he gets better. I really enjoyed it.

Amy's Final Fan Fiction

[Until the rose is wilted.......]  based on Snow-white and seven dwarfs.


Once upon a time, there was a castle in a wild place. A king and queen lived there; they loved each other dearly, and were happy.
One day the queen sat down the window. It was winter outside, and very cold, and presently it began to snow. She opened the window and wished in her heart.
“Oh! God. I’m telling my dream tonight. I want a child as white as snow.”

And her wish came true, for in the course of time she had a daughter. She was called Snow-white, for her skin was white as snow; also her lips were red as rose, and her hair  asb lack as night.

But, the queen died when she was born.

After a year, the king married again. His new bride was a beautiful lady. Nobody told him that she had a proud heart and greedy; jealous temper. Nobody mentioned that.

The queen had a magic mirror, which hung on her bedroom wall.

Sometimes, she whispered into the glass, sweetly, pleasantly,
“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the loveliest one of all?”
And mirror as magical voice always answered,
“You are the loveliest.”
Then the proud queen was satisfied.

But Snow-white was growing prettier and prettier.

One day, when the queen looked in the mirror and asked as usual,

“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the loveliest one of all?”
The mirror answered,
“Queen, you are lovely, and Snow-white is also lovely!”
From that moment she hated Snow-white with all her heart.

The angry queen made Snow-white to do house work every day.

Snow-white had to do a lot of house works that the queen ordered every day. But she had grown up prettier than before even she worked very hard.

Next day, the king found out the truth that his lovely daughter had been house working while he was with busy days. He became angry; it was a first time he mad at queen.

She was so depressed, so she asked her magic mirror again.
“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the loveliest one of all?”
And the mirror answered,
“Snow-white is loveliest of all.”
Then the queen was horribly shocked. Her beautiful face turned into yellow with envy and rage.
She failed to repress her fulminating anger and threw the mirror, and it was smashed into pieces.

Snow-white missed her mother, so she went to the forest for a walk. It was already evening, and one star shone in the patch of sky above the trees. There in front of her stood a little house, with a neat garden all round.

She knocked on the door. Nobody answered…..….still nobody…. ……She turned the handle and walked in.

Inside, a table was laid with seven little knives and forks, seven little plates, seven little glasses of wine and a rose in a vase. Around the table were seven little chairs and along one wall were seven little beds. She looked at the rose,
“Oh, what a pretty rose here~”
At that time, seven dwarfs came into their home and firstly they saw the Snow-white is trying to touch the rose. And a youngest little dwarf Frank shouted,
“No! Don’t touch that rose! Who are you?”
“I’m sorry. My name is Snow-white. My stepmother hates me…..I missed my mom, so I came to this forest for a walk…..and just found your house”
“Oh, that’s so sad... Snow-white, if you will keep house for us, you may stay with us and we will look after you always.”
Snow-white didn’t want to go back to castle, so she just accepted dwarf’s offer. And they became one family.

At that time, in the castle, the king thought Snow-white is disappeared, so he sent all his soldiers into the forest to look for Snow-white, but she was nowhere to be found. So everyone went into mourning for her, and many bitter tears were shed.

Frank fallen in love since he lived with Snow-white. He really liked her white skin and her clear eyes. He didn’t want to lose her, so he said,

“When we go to work, keep the door locked, and don’t buy anything from anyone.”

One day, while the seven dwarfs went work, an old lady came and knocked the door, and said,

“Ripe apples for sale!”
Snow-white opened the window.
“I’m sorry, I don’t like an apple.”
The old lady picked up the biggest apple and she cut it in half and ate the green half. Then, she held out the poisoned rosy-red half and said,
“Have a piece of my sweet, this is free for you. Juicy apple!”
She seemed kind, so Snow-white reached out and took it. But, when she bit into the apple, she fell down as if she were dead.

The seven dwarfs came home and found Snow-white lying on the floor. They tried to wake her, but they could not. So Frank kissed on her lips, and said

“I love you……. please wake up..... I need you....”
And finally the last petal of the rose dropped.

Then, surprisingly the seven dwarfs returned back to princes and the pieces of poisoned apple fell out of Princess Snow-white, and finally she opened her eyes.

How happy they all were! Frank asked Snow-white to marry him, and she said,
“Yes.”

When Frank took her to his father’s castle, everyone began to get ready for the wedding.

Snow-white was a real loveliest bride never ever seen before.
Frank and Snow-white, and six princes, all lived happily ever after.


-The End-

Annas fanfiction draft/final

HEY
I struggle to write stories that flow well so bare with me and please help me to make sentences to flow better.
This is based on the movie "The Vow"

Comment :)

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Leo looked at me as we wait for the lights to turn green.

“Thank you for the movie tonight Leo”.

“I love you Paige”.

“I love you too Leo”.

Leo wraps his arms around me, to warm me up from the cold winter snow. Pulls me in closer and says “Paige, your freezing!”
I couldn’t feel my nose. “Here Paige wear th…..”.

“CRAAASHHHH”. The windscreen cracking into a million pieces as I head straight through it, my eyes close, from the impact of the collision, I fall unconscious, and just in that split second just before I flew up, a bunch of memories flashed before my eyes. The flashback of our wedding vows and meeting the love of my life…

My life had changed just in that split second.

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Hi, my name is Paige. I live in an apartment in Chicago with my husband Leo, and the stray tammy cat that comes over every morning , Leo says he’s allergic but I don’t believe him. To be honest I think he’s just afraid of cats. I love art; sculpturing in particular I go to an art institute. Leo, he runs his own business, and produces music. Leo and I, we’ve been married for 4 years now, no baby yet but we’re trying! You might be wondering where we met, funny story actually.

“Ohhh… ”

“You forgot your permit.” The gentlemen who was behind me in the queue earlier said to me.

“Well I sort of come here to enjoy a two hour line, so the permits kind of a bonus… I’m Paige.”

“Haha, sorry I’m Leo.”

“Well thank you for um…”

“You know, I noticed … we have the same RPP zones.”

“What’s an RPP zone?”

“Residential parking permit zone. I think we owe it to ourselves really to maybe get a drink, out of our zone compatibility and all.”

“Okay.”

And ever since that day, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. He was the sweetest guy I’ve ever met, quite funny too. And I don't mean funny as in just a few giggles he actually makes me laugh. Before I knew it, I had completely and utterly fallen in love with him. He has never failed to put a smile on my face.

Friday 23^rd of September 2011. The day I’ve been anxious and looked forward to the most, and probably the best day of my life. Our wedding day. 

Leo and I decided we didn’t want to spend a fortune on the wedding, just as long as we had our closest friends there to celebrate with us, since Leo’s parents had passed away in a car crash when he was young, his friends are his family. And me, well I hadn’t seen my parents ever since I graduated college… so we won’t go there. Anyway we just wanted to share our special day with our ‘family’.

Fall was our favourite season and the 23^rd, that was just our building number. I woke up at 7:00 am today, on a usual day it was 9:00 but today I just couldn’t  stay in bed. It was a beautiful day today, more beautiful than usual, Leo didn’t sleep with me last night, which was one of the only wedding traditions we followed.  I spent my last night of single life with my girls, yet I still managed to get up so early today.

I stare up at the ceiling, thinking of the many memories I’ve made with Leo and the many more that was to come officially, as his wife. Usually whenever I hear the word husband or wife I get this strange tingly feeling, but today I felt nothing, it just seemed like any other word to me. It made me realise I was ready, ready to be Leos’ forever.

“Hi”, I greeted Leo in my nervous voice, as we stood side by side at the café we first went to together.

“Hey, you look beautiful”

It seemed so unreal, like the world had stopped, just for us.

After we said our vows to each other we kissed, but it wasn’t just a kiss it was the kiss that made us promise to never stop loving each other for as long as we lived, a promise to help each other through every obstacle that we may come across, the kiss that sealed all the corners together to never be separated again.

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“Paige! Paige!”
A familiar voice calls. “Please wake up Paige…”

“Leo? Is that you?” I ask unknowingly.

“Paige, baby, thank goodness, you’ve been unconscious for almost 6 hours! You don’t know how worried I was. I’m sorry for putting you through this”.

“I had a really weird dream Leo”.

 

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“Leo, I vow to help you love life, to always hold you with tenderness and to have the patience that love demands, to speak when words are needed and to share the silence when they’re not, and to live within the warmth of your heart and always call it home.”

“Paige, I vow to fiercely love you in all your forms, now and forever. I promise to never forget that this is a once in a lifetime love. I vow to love you that no matter what challenges may carry us apart; we will always find a way back to each other.”

 Fin.

Chloe's Fan Fiction Draft

Hey group 3! I'm posting my draft before posting my five reviews lol
Hope you all enjoy it!

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<THE SAME PERSON>

In 1888, from 31^st August to 8^th November, there was a person who threw the London citizens in a state of terror. His name was Jack the Ripper. He had already committed two disgusted murder. Swanson inspector assumed that the Jack the Ripper was a knowledgeable person in dissection. Jack the Ripper murdered five prostitutes and he dissected all the bodies. Police weren’t able to arrest him and the Jack the Ripper suddenly disappeared after the fifth murder.

It was very dark inside even though it was early afternoon. Holmes had a newspaper in his hand and was reading the same article over and over again. The second corpse was found and a letter was send to the press. The second victim was Annie Chapman. She was also a prostitute. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Holmes didn’t answer but the door opened. It was Watson. The moment he went into the room, he frowned because of the smell that was all around the room. Holmes said “What brings you here?” not even looking at Watson. Watson sat down on the sofa and said “Mrs. Hudson called me.” Holmes silently passed a letter that was in his hand with the newspaper. “Jammy Estiorra? Who is this?” Watson read out the strange name on the letter and looked at Holmes. Holmes finally stood up from the sofa and picked up his violin. “Professor James Moriarty.” Holmes replied while holding the violin. Watson couldn’t understand what Holmes was saying but he just started to read the letter.

-Dear. Sherlock Holmes

It’s been a while since we met. I guess you’re missing me as well.

I prepared a present for you. I have raised him since he was 10 years old.

He has grown beautifully and strong. I wasn’t expecting him to do this well.

Will you be able to stop him?

He listens to me. He will never disobey me.

Holmes, two filthy prostitutes are going to be found soon.

He won’t stop, and prostitutes will be found dead until they all disappear.

There is nothing you can do, Holmes.

I’ll tell you one thing. His name is Jack the Ripper.

Let’s see what you can do, Holmes.

Watson looked at Holmes after reading the letter. He looked shocked because of the name that was mentioned in the letter. Then he carefully watched the name again. ‘Jammy Estiorra’ was just a mixture of ‘James Moriarty’. Holmes placed the violin where it was before. “Seems like you’ve notice. Yes, the letter is from Professor James Moriarty. That name is just a silly joke. It’s time for us to leave. We should head to the ‘White Chapel’.”

By the time the letter that Professor Moriarty sent, was arrived to Holmes, another letter was arrived at the London press. The letter started with ‘Dear. Boss’. He indicated his hatred towards the prostitutes and confidently said that polices will never be able to arrest him. He predicted the murder that is going to happen and at the last, he named himself as ‘Jack the Ripper’.

Swanson inspector was still wandering around the scene of incident. He couldn’t stop thinking that the culprit might be belonging to the upper class. The two bodies that were found were dissected as if it was used in the dissection class. They weren’t able to find any clue about the culprit. All they found out was that the two victims were both prostitutes. There was another person who was wandering around the scene. It was Holmes. After listening to Swanson inspector about all the personal information of the two victims, Holmes sat down on the ground and didn’t move. Watson sat down beside Holmes. Holmes was staring at the scene. A few minutes later, he suddenly stood up. Watson was trying to follow him, but Holmes stopped him. “Stay here, and see if anyone is coming close to the scene. I won’t be long.” Holmes whispered to Watson and walked away. Watson sighed and stared at the scene just like Holmes.

Prosecutors were all around the White Chapel. They waited all night but Jack the Ripper didn’t show up. Early morning, they all pulled out and returned. Expecting that Jack the Ripper showing up the next day. However, few hours later, bodies were found at White Chapel. Swanson inspector ran into the scene of incident. He could see that it was done by Jack the Ripper as the bodies were dissected.

Monique's Final Fan Fiction Piece "Take The Damn Fish"

Hey All, here is my final fan fiction piece, I hope you enjoy it. I took a small scene from Happy Feet and put my own spin on it. I struggled a bit cause I'm not really used to working with 'a cannon'. Please be as honest as you can I really don't mind, I need as much constructive criticism as possible :) Thanks and enjoy.

Mumble watched as his graduating class disappeared over the white horizon, he shifted around awkwardly. He could still hear their cheers and laughter being carried back on the breeze, even after their figures had long vanished. He looked on as their excited footprints stretched out over the snow descending into the distance.

All but his.

“This is ridiculous!” his mother said, anger hot in her voice,

“There’s no reason why our son can’t graduate with all the others. So what if he’s a little different?” She placed her warm hands on her sons face, and stroked his cheek. “I don’t care what those old men say, you’re going on that fishing trip” her intense glare soaking into Mumbles face.

Mumble straightened himself and stared down at his mother, a smile rising into his deep blue eyes.

“What are you waiting for kid? You’re going to be late for your graduation party” his father chimed in, giving him a small nudge to the shoulder.

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Mumble jogged through the snow, the distance between the village and shore was quiet a length to walk, but it didn’t bother him, if there was one thing he could do, it was move his feet.

Whispers weaved through Mumble's class as he arrived into the annual fishing grounds, and the disapproving expression which had filled his childhood began appearing in their faces.

"Hi everyone" nerves shaking his voice, but still managing a small smile as they stared awkwardly at him.

 He heard the soft shuffle of feet behind him and turned.

“Hi Mumble” came a small sweet voice, a voice which could only belong to that of-

“Gloria” he had meant it to be louder, but all he had been able to mange was a subtle whisper. She gave a smile which reached into her extravagant brown eyes and took him by the arm “I have found the perfect spot for our very first fish gathering”

Hundreds of students littered the edge of the icy cliff that looked into the shore, fishing lines sinking into the water below.

“This is incredible isn’t it Mumble?” Gloria said softly as her eyes moved across the shore line in the distance, the sun lighting her fare complexion perfectly as her long dark hair moved with the gentle rhythm of the wind.

“For over a thousand years our ancestors have come to this very cliff to gather food for their villages, for their families. And today marks the day that we can finally provide for those that have taken care of us” she spoke with a passion that surprised Mumble, and he could do nothing but stare.

She then looked down into gloved hands as though her thoughts had caught her off guard, and an overwhelming sadness consumed a face of beauty.

“Is something wrong?” asked a concerned Mumble as he leaned towards her, trying to comfort her.

Gloria’s head rose and her sorrow-filled eyes became gentle as she gazed at the fine features of Mumbles face, his jaw was strong and his skin smooth.

“We’re running out of food Mumble” she said as her eyes filled with tears

“Most families in our village haven’t eaten in days, it’s as though the ocean has run out of fish. We’re starving Mumble, our village is starving” she wiped her eyes and gave a sort of nervous laugh, trying to mask her emotion.

Mumble glanced up over the waves that came in from the sea, he really had no idea what to say to a statement so truthful.

So he made the decision not to say anything at all.

"This is your graduation ceremony Gloria, you shouldn't be thinking of things that are so... heavy” she gave more nervous laughter as she smiled up at Mumble.

“So I am going to cheer you up” Mumble said dusting himself off and pulling Gloria to her feet.

“Mumble” She said smiling nervously "What are you doing?"

 Mumble began tap dancing around  her, the beat of his feet echoing across the ice, a wide smile stretching across his face. “Come on Gloria, dance with me” he joked as Gloria began laughing with him.

"Mumble, people are looking at us" And he finally stopped just a few inches in front of her.

“You really are different aren’t you Mumble?” Gloria said tilting her head.

Mumble glanced down at his feet "Sorry Gloria I didn't mean to-"

Gloria cut him off "No Mumble" she smiled up at him, taking a step forward, closing the small gap between them "I like it" and they stared at each other in beautiful silence.

“Gloria. I think you- You’re so-“ Mumble said stumbling through every word, beginning a sentence without really any idea of what he was actually going to say

“You’re so..” as he searched for the ending to his beginning.

“FISH!” Gloria screamed

“You’re so fish” Finished a lost Mumble.

“No Mumble! Fish!” she giggled, before grabbing his hand and they rushed back over to their fishing poles.

The line on the end of his pole was being dragged out to sea, fast.

"Grab it Mumble! Grab it!" Gloria screamed throwing her arms in the air.

Mumble took hold of the pole heaving it backwards and winding the line back in with all his strength. What ever was on the other end of this line, was big. He pulled vigorously as a small crowd of students began gathering around him and sweat began forming on his brow. He could feel the catch coming up close.

He made one last desperate tug before what resembled a small whale came screaming out of the water, and landed on the ice.

A large group had gathered around them now, and there was a slight rumble of cheers and even some applause.

“That is the biggest fish I have ever seen in my life Mumble!” Gloria screamed clapping her hands.

“Look at it!” she cried, joy firmly replanted on her face.

Mumble looked over at her and smiled, then looking thoughtfully at the fish, he picked it up and held it out to Gloria.

 “I want you to have it” he said, a small smile rising in the corners of his mouth.

A shocked look sank into her face, then shaking her head said

“No Mumble, you caught it, you deserve to have it”

He moved closer to her and motioned it towards her

“Yes I did, but now I want you to have it”

She shook her head and pushed the fish back at him

“No Mumble it’s yo-“ she paused, all flattery drained from her face as her eyes narrowed and locked onto three unfamiliar men coming up fast behind Mumble and shoving students out of the way.

“Mumble look out!’ Gloria screamed as one of the men grabbed Mumbles shoulders and threw him to the ground and was now standing over him.

“What’s this we hear about fish?” he hissed down at Mumble, scars carved into his face.

“Look here boss, these here kids have caught themselves a big one” the shortest one said picking up the fish Mumble had dropped.

“It’ll make for a fine meal tonight won’t it sir?” he said  as a disgusting laugh rose from his throat and he turned to walk away, before tripping and falling as Mumble grabbed  his ankle, making a loud thump as he hit the ice.

“Give it back” Mumble said as he picked himself up from the ground and limped towards the fallen intruder.

The three foreigners stood shocked, as Mumble reached down to pick up his fish. But before he could get to it he was grabbed from the back and thrown to the ground yet again, his head hitting the ice hard.

"We don't approve of heroes, boy" One scoffed and drew a knife diving for Mumble who quickly rolled away and the armed man missed what would have been Mumbles chest. Both rising from the ice Mumble tackled the other man to the ground and began striking him in the face, before he himself was ripped away, thrown to the ice and was now being kicked mercilessly.

The entire student body had now gathered to watch the event and he could hear people screaming for help.

He took one blow after the other. Glancing up, he saw his fish an arms length away. Grabbing it, he held it desperately to his chest as the blows kept coming.

Then as quickly as they had started they stopped.

Slowly he lifted his head and saw that the one with the scars on his face had dragged the other two attackers away "What do you two think your doing! We were meant to take his fish not kill him!"

All three of them glanced as they noticed the sea of eyes watching them.
"Too many have seen us, we have to go" and just like that they left, moving quickly across the ice as everyone watched, right up until they disappeared into the white.

They all then turned to a beaten Mumble, whispers once again weaving through the crowd.

"Mumble!" screamed a horrified Gloria as she skidded to Mumbles side placing his beaten face in her lap. He had two large gashes on his forehead and the blood was now running down his face and staining his fur hood, the blood from his nose running over his lips.

Tears streamed down her face as Mumble tried to speak.

"Don't try to talk Mumble, help is coming, ok?" she glanced up into the horizon, Mumble tried once more.

He slowly placed his hand on the ice and brought himself up until he was sitting on his knees facing her.

He wiped the blood from his nose with his sleeve, his left eye was now turning a dark purple. Taking the fish that was clasped against his chest he held it out to her, his hands shaking with pain.

"Please" came his muffled voice

"Please take the damn fish"

Gloria held her hands to her mouth and made what sounded like a sob, but removing her hands, Mumble saw that she was smiling.

She gave a small nod and took the fish lying it across her lap.

"Thank you Mumble" she said softly before throwing her arms around him, as he buried his face in her shoulder and let out a deep breath.

"You're so beautiful" he whispered into her ear, as she held him.

He had finally found the ending to his beginning.

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Josh's Fanfiction Draft, The Walking Samurai.

'Ello ello, group three. This Fan fiction follows "The Walking Dead" The T.V Show.
After a virus has spread through the world everyones worst fear is confirmed - An Undead Apocalypse.. This Fan Fic is a little violent, excuse the gore! 


Please let me know your thoughts and i'm open to any advice on what I could do to spice up this piece ^_^


Plot: A less-than peaceful farm owned by Hershel Greene, has been raided and destroyed by a horde of the undead. The reanimated corpses of past friends and family are known as "walkers", mindless creatures, once human before their infection they are now something completely different. Their skin is constantly rotting away, their bodies move sluggishly, they do not feel pain and they crave only one thing. 


Flesh.


So! After an epic battle with over 500 walkers, one of our main characters Andrea has been split up from the group after being tripped up by a walker leaving everyone to think she was a goner. But Andrea is not a civil rights lawyer anymore, that was her old life. She had been trained by Rick Grimes best/worst friend Shane Walsh. 


She knows how to use a gun, and she doesn't take kindly to these walking rotting corpses especially after they took her sister away from her. 

The Walking Dead, Michonne the Samurai.

Exhausted and weary, losing count of how many there are, Andrea continues to stumble into the darkness of the forest. The croaks and the growls can be heard as the walkers drag at her feet. They stumble and limp after her eager to feed.

She pauses behind a tree to catch her breath, she double checks her pistol, it's out of ammo. "Oh Christ" she exhales, she double checks her duffle bag, apart from a rifle it's empty also. Andrea remains calm the sound of leaves crunching are approaching her.


Crunch Crunch Crunch..


A walker appears out from behind the tree, WHACK! She clubs it with the handle of her pistol. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! She beats the walker until it can't move. That drew the breath out of her, she's running on her last battery, she can't go any further.

Another walker draws close, Are they ever going to stop coming? Andrea pulls out her knife from her pocket, and makes a well placed stab to its forehead. That's the only way to put these walkers down, a well placed bullet to the brain or blunt trauma to the head is the only way to keep this flesh hungry ghouls at bay.

Andrea stumbles, she falls to the ground a walker collapses onto her it's digging for her throat, at this moment Andrea is terrified, any bite, scratch or contact with walker blood she knows that within 24 hours she herself will become one these things that she herself despises. She screams and tries to aim for its head, but she's in panic and too weak to fend this one off her time is almost near.

SHINK!

The walker's head is sliced off and rolled away into the autumn leaves, the walker collapses and rolls over to one side, a hooded figure stands above her, her slim like physique suggests that she's a female but this isn't the figure that's shocking Andrea, she's shocked because behind her cloaked, mysterious saviour are two walkers bound in chains, with mouths wired shut and arms missing. Andrea takes in deep breaths trying to come back from her panic attack, her saviour flicks her sword removing the blood from the tip, she reaches down and pulls Andrea to her feet. Andrea starts to say the words "Than-" suddenly two fingers are presses sharply against her lips, "shhhh."

She removes the jacket from the walker that almost brought Andreas life to an end, and drapes it over her, Andrea accepts it with weariness and confusion. Next the samurai passes a chain connecting to one of the "neutered" walkers to her and points off into the distance, again she repeats the motion and press two fingers to her lips to signal 'no sound.' They march forward through the forest.


They walk quietly, the only sound coming from the rattling chains of the stranger's companions. Under the stranger's cloak is the scarred face of a once beautiful African-American woman. In her previous life, before the walker infection, she was a prominent family attorney with a thriving legal practice. Nowadays, instead of carrying her leather monogrammed briefcase, she carries a long thin bladed Japanese-made sword, a katana.


Walkers still search the forest aimlessly, hunting for any sign of warm flesh. As Andrea, her hooded guardian and undead slaves walk, a stray walker notices them. Part of the walker's kneecap protrudes from it's leg, giving it an uneven walk as it hungrily moves towards the ragtag group. A flash of metal reflects a stray beam of light through the trees as the katana flies towards the walker, hitting it just left-of-centre of it's forehead. The walker instantly stops moving, and falls to the ground.


The woman walks towards the corpse, to retrieve her weapon. Andrea takes the brief stop to ask the stranger her name. She replies simply, "Michonne". Michonne tugs on the chains of her walker companions, motioning them to move forward. With no other useful appendages other than legs, the walkers have little choice but to follow her. As they trek onward, more beams of light shine upon them from the trees - the exit to the forest is nearby.


After a few moments, the unlikely group is bathed in light. They have reached an open clearing, and the morning sun lingers over top of them. "Who are these walkers you've got chained up," asks Andrea, breaking the silence, "and why are you bringing them with you?". Michonne turns to look at her, and pulls off her hood. She waits, contemplating, and then replies, "I didn't think it would be fair to leave them behind." Andrea looks at Michonne, not yet understanding what she means. Michonne then finishes, "after all, they're my father and husband."

Monique's un-named fanficton draft

WHAT'S UP GROUP THREE! this is my fan fic draft, I based it around the movie Happy Feet, I haven't quite finished the conclusion but all will be revealed in my final, enjoy :)

 Over all Plot/Plan: it’s the first day out hunting after they have graduated, there’s no fish, Mumble finds a fish, offers it to Gloria, another tribe comes through and takes it, Mumble fights them for it, he wins and gives it to Gloria.. The End

Mumble watched as his graduating class disappeared over the white horizon, he could still hear their cheers and laughter being carried back on the breeze, even after their figures had vanished. He looked on as their excited footprints stretched out over the snow descending into the distance.

All but his.

“This is ridiculous!” his mother said, anger hot in her voice

“There’s no reason why our son can’t graduate with all the others, so what if he’s a little different?” She placed her warm hands on her sons face, and stroked his cheek. “I don’t care what those old men say, you’re going on that fishing trip” determination burning in her eyes.

Putting his hands in his pockets Mumble stood up straight, smiling down at his mother.

“What are you waiting for kid? You’re going to be late for your graduation party” his father said, giving him a small nudge to the shoulder.

Mumble jogged through the snow, the distance between the village and shore was quiet lengthy, but it didn’t bother him, if there was one thing he could do, it was move his feet.

Whispers weaved through his class on his arrival and the stares which he had been receiving his entire life began to appear on their faces.

“Hi everyone” he was nervous, but he still managed to smile.

He heard the soft shuffle of feet behind him and turned.

“Hi Mumble” came a small sweet voice, a voice which could only belong to that of-

“Gloria” he had meant it to be louder, but all he had been able to mange was a subtle whisper. She gave a smile which reached into her extravagant brown eyes and took him by the arm “I have found the perfect spot for our very first fish gathering”

Hundreds of students littered the edge of the cliff that looked into the shore, fishing lines sinking into the water below.

“This is incredible isn’t it Mumble?” Gloria said softly as her eyes moved across the shore line in the distance, the sun lighting her bronze complexion perfectly as her long dark hair moved with the gentle rhythm of the wind. “For over a thousand years our parents, our ancestors have come to this very cliff to gather food for their villages, for their families. And today marks the day when we can finally provide for those that have taken care of us, years before we were even born” she spoke with a passion that surprised Mumble, and he could do nothing but to stare.

She than looked down into gloved hands as though her thoughts had caught her off guard, and an overwhelming sadness consumed a face of beauty.

“Is something wrong?” asked a concerned Mumble as he leaned towards her, trying to comfort her. Gloria’s head rose and her sorrow filled eyes became gentle as she gazed at the fine features of Mumbles face, his jaw was strong and his skin smooth.

“We’re running out of food Mumble” she said as her eyes filled with tears “Most families in our village haven’t eaten in days, it’s as though the ocean has run out of fish. We’re starving Mumble, our village is starving” she wiped her eyes and gave a sort of nervous laugh.

Mumble glanced up over the waves that came in from the sea, he really had no idea what to say to a statement so truthful “This is your graduation ceremony Gloria. You can’t be thinking of things that are so heavy, you’re meant to be happy” she gave more nervous laughter as she smiled up at Mumble.

“I guess it’s a good thing I know how to make you happy than” mumble said pulling Gloria to her feet.

“Mumble what are you doing?” She said a curios expression on her face. As Mumble began tap dancing around her, the beat of his feet echoing across the ice, a wide smile stretching across his face. “Come on Gloria, dance with me” he joked as Gloria began laughing with him. Mumble finally stopping just a few inches in front of her.

“You really are different aren’t you Mumble?” Gloria said unknowingly at him, and they stood staring at each other.

“Gloria. I think you- You’re so-“ he began his sentence without really any means of what he was actually going to say, and became lost in his thoughts as to how to end his beginning. “You’re so..”

“FISH!” Gloria Cried

“You’re so fish” Finished a lost Mumble.

“No Mumble! Fish!” she shouted as she ran towards their fishing polls, his polls line being pulled out fast by what ever was at the other end.

Mumble took hold of the poll heaving it backwards and winding the line back in with all his strength, what ever was on the other end of this line was big. He pulled vigorously as a small crowd of students began gathering around him and sweat began forming on his brow. He was almost there, he could feel it.

With one last tug, the fish came gasping out of the water and there was a gasp amongst all the students, and Mumble stood in awe of the sheer size.

“That has to be the biggest fish I have ever seen in my life Mumble” Gloria said almost jumping up and down “Look at it!” she cried, joy firmly replanted on her face.

Mumble looked thoughtfully at the fish he had caught lowered it from it’s line and taking it in his hands he held it out to Gloria “I want you to have it” he said a small smile rising in the corners of his mouth.

Gloria was shocked, than shaking her head said “No Mumble, you caught it, you deserve to have it”

“Yes I did, and now I want you to have it”

“No Mumble it’s yo-“ she paused and her eyes narrowed as she saw three strange men coming up behind Mumble, they were from a different village. “Mumble look out!’ she cried as one of the men grabbed Mumble and threw him to the ground.

“What’s this we hear about fish” the tallest one said, scars carved into his face.

“Look here boss, looks like these here kids have caught themselves a big one” the shorter one said picking up the fish Mumble had dropped “It’ll make for a fine meal tonight won’t it sir?” he said a disgusting laugh rising from his throat, and they began to walk away.

“Give the lady her fish back” said a muffled voice coming from the ground, as a bruised Mumble rose from the ground.