Sarah Song's final fanfiction

Written by Sarah, Song

(The princess and the frog)

When Tiana walks into the kitchen, she finds Lottie sobbing on a stool. Her first impulse is to look for the missing finger. 

Lottie has been dead set on learning how to cook for the past week, and her refusal to accept anyone’s help has been a headache. 

Luckily, there’s no blood anywhere. (Just a big pile of half-chopped onions) 

“Those onions smell getting in your eyes?” Tiana asks lightly, resting a hand on Lottie’s shoulder. 

Those tears sure don’t look like the result of chopping, but Lottie will talk about it when she’s ready.

Lottie sniffles, but at least doesn’t wipe her eyes on her apron. Tiana would have had to say something, because she can’t help but run a clean kitchen, even when it’s not her own.

 “I don’t think I’m cut out for this whole lifestyle,” Lottie mourns, sweeping some onion peels to the side so that Tiana has a place to rest her elbows. Tiana, of course, picks up the knife and begins chopping.

“There are lots of different lifestyles,” Tiana says firmly. “There’s no shame in not being cut out for one, so long as you work hard with what you’ve got.” And then, because she’s learned a thing or two since she met prince Naveen, or maybe just remembered what her daddy taught. 

“And make sure you’ve got love, but honey, everybody loves you already. “That earns her a watery smile. “Aren’t you sweet? I swear, Tiana, you better not run off to rule a country, because I’d be nothing without you.”

Tiana smiles back, indicating the freshly chopped onions with a wave of her hand. “What were you planning on making?

I wouldn’t be opposed to rolling up my sleeves and lending a hand.” She’s all dolled up in yellow for some sort of diplomatic function Naveen has to attend to, but she’s got years of experience in not making a mess of herself while cooking.

“I wanted to make shrimp Etouffee,” Lottie says, pulling a scrap of paper from her bosom and waving it around. “I got everything on this list our cook gave me, and then gave him the day off. I went and bought it all by myself, and I just want to do this one nice thing for Big Daddy.

Lottie’s views have more to do with the latest fashions than the politics that accompany them, but Tiana’s known her for long to underestimate her. Lottie’s got brains in her head. It’s just that those brains mostly concentrate on things like clothes and princes.

Tiana scans the list, clucking her tongue at some of the directions. “Your cook must have been lying when he said he’s from around here. 

That’s not nearly enough hot sauce. Why don’t you get started washing those tomatoes? That’s a nice job you’ve done chopping the celery and peppers.

They’ll taste so nice that your daddy will hardly be able to stand it.”

Lottie is boiling the shrimp stock under Tiana’s watchful eye. Tiana refrains from offering all kinds of advice, like why to buy shrimp in the shell and how to extract the maximum amount of flavor from thyme. 

Lottie is doing fine as is, and what she’s making will make a good meal, if not a restaurant caliber one. She remembers the slow and steady way her daddy passed on his gift, gentle little tidbits that left an imprint on the heart as well as the mind. It’s the least she can do to share his secrets as sweetly as he did.

While they’re waiting for the shrimp to finish, Lottie drags her record player into the kitchen, sending the saxophone wail of jazz clear to the other side of the house. 

“Couldn’t you just die happy listening to this music?” she asks, twirling around. Her apron, which is of course pink, flares out with the movement. “It’s real nice,” Tiana says, and gets her a glass of water. 

She only has time for a sip before Lottie pulls her out on the kitchen floor, intent on teaching her the latest dance steps. “Ooh, girl, Naveen’s been dancing with you!” Lottie said.

 She was delighted when she discovers that she doesn’t have to teach Tiana after all. That’s one of the things Tiana loves about her. She doesn’t begrudge anybody she loves the slightest thing.

They dance around the kitchen as the shrimp boils, laughing all the while, and Tiana can’t think of anything better than having a good time with someone she loves while something hot simmers on the stove. Home, he heart beating out in time with the trumpets.

When Tiana smells that the shrimp stock is ready for the next step, she’s all business once more. 

There’s a good time, and then there’s food. Lottie is a good sport about letting Tiana delegate all the tasks. “It’s been years since I’ve had this,” Lottie says, after a bit. 

She’s moved on to sautéing the peppers, celery, and shrimp stock, along with a dash of flour. 

"My mama, may she rest, just loved her some shrimp etouffee, and Big Daddy just couldn’t bear eating it for the longest time.”

“My mama’s got dishes like that,” Tiana says softly, leaving out that she has dishes like that herself.

 A few months after he died, she made the mistake of trying out his extra special red beans and rice recipe on her own. Until she tasted the well-done result, she didn’t know was that what she really wanted was her daddy back in the kitchen, cooking up a storm, and there wasn’t a recipe for that particular meal.

Lottie gives her a brief squeeze around the shoulders, then runs back to keep stirring, though Tiana’s told her a dozen times that it doesn’t need constant poking. 

Tiana’s also told her to stop sampling every 10 seconds, but it’s hard to resist the lure of the first dish you’ve cooked all by yourself.

“Now that’s going to be an entree and a half,” Tiana tells Lottie when the last of the ingredients have been added, and only the last bit of simmering is left for the cooking. “Your daddy will be real happy.” “I’m just too happy to pay my respects to Mama, may she rest,” Lottie says, untying her apron. “She never cooked, but I’m liberating’ myself from depending on others!”

“Uh-huh,” Tiana says, but she knows that Lottie means it. It’s then that she notices the time, and gasps. “I am so late! Naveen is going to--well, he’s pretty used to it, actually, but I feel so bad!”

Lottie stared. “That man of yours will forgive you if you tell him you were having a good time with a friend. Stop by more often, Tiana, I miss you.” “Well, you are going to have to tell me all about how your daddy couldn’t get enough of your cooking.”

"Sure, thing!”

Tiana’s in a hurry, but she takes her time hugging Lottie before she leaves.

 

Sam Franklins - Final Fan Fiction

A Life Of Decency

Written By Sam Franklin

He opened his eyes and got out of bed. Walking out of his hole he slept in and up to the doozers building where he pulled off a piece to eat. Charles who renamed himself Charles looked around Fraggle Rock and gave a sigh. He couldn’t slit his wrist, there was only fluff inside. Perhaps he should finally go to the Gorgs and get thumped.

Everyone loved this place and many in the human world would kill to be there instead of fighting the wars outside of it. Yet to Tooby, the way of speaking was obscene, the dream sharing was ridiculous and everyday they would sing the same bloody theme song

Dance your cares away

Worry's for another day.

Let the music.

Down at fraggle rock.

                                                                 Work your cares away.

Dancings for anotehr day.

Let the fraggles play.

We're Gobo, Mokey, Wembley, Goober, Red.

Dance your cares away.

Worry's for another day.

Let the music play.

Down at fraggle rock.

Down at fraggle rock.

Down at fraggle rock

Once after the theme song Goober ran up to Charles

''Hey Tooby…..I mean Charles hahahahah!''

''Greetings Goober, how is one on another day in the rock of Fraggle''

''Haha your funny. Are you going to come dream share with us later?''

''My dreams are too decent for the common mind here.''

''Isn't today a wonderful day!''

''Depends on how you look at it, we are all alive but still made of cloth and have colourful hair that I cannot change into a decent one''

These conversations did not happen often as very few people bothered to talk with him. This was jarring for Charles as he did not like the conversations; but hated being so alone.

He did not get the attention that the main characters had but he did not desire it. He craved a life in the human world and to work in it; perhaps as a carpenter, a man in an office or interpreter for the United Nations.

Because of this every week he would keep himself afloat by walking to the hole that connected the Fraggle world to the human one and listen to the man speak with his dog Sprocket. This is where Goober’s Uncle matt sent postcards about his adventures in the human world since the very first episode. Charles would read them over and over after Goober to learn more and more.

Charles favourite word was ''decent''. He wanted a decent human wife, life, decent food, decent clothes, decent holidays, decent sex, decent meals while telling decent jokes.

For reasons that were unclear. Charles woke up one day with the courage to make his dreams come true. To run out of the hole and for his life or talk to the man outside with his dog and ask him for help.

Charles packed his bag, grabbed some Doozer building and ran out of the hole before anyone could see him and start fucking singing. He ran for the hole to find Sprocket sleeping with the man on the chair. Charles pulled on the mans pants but it did not work. So he climbed up his pants and reached into his wallet where he found a fifty dollar bill.

Charles ran out of the house and kept going till he found a bus stop. He waited patiently.
What would the bus driver think if he saw him? Would he treat him normally? Perhaps he would not even see him.

The bus arrived and the door opened. Charles looked at the bus driver. His muppet eyes went behind his head in awe.

''Do you wish to ride this bus, sir''

''Yes, please''

Charles climbed up the steps of the bus. And put his money forth. The bus driver looked down at the money and smiled

''You can ride the bus for free sir. I'm not going to bother breaking that up''

Charles smiled and climbed up the steps getting his stitched hands dirty. He walked down the aisle of the bus and looked for a seat. They were all taken except for one. Charles approached it and looked up to see a gentleman sitting down with a newspaper.

''Excuse me sir, could you lift me up onto the seat. I am afraid I am too small to get up myself''

The gentleman looked down and smiled. He picked Charles up and placed him on the seat next to him.

''Rather a bother these seats, don't you find?''

This kind of formality in this statement gave Charles Fraggle shivers.

''Oh yes, I must admit this is my first time riding the bus''

''Is that so? Could one assume you are from out of town.''

''I am indeed. I do hope to familiarise myself with the town more. Get myself a decent haircut and outfit''

''Well I manage a bank and we are always looking for people of decency. Are you good with numbers?''

''The best where I come from. While everybody else wants to dance and dream, bunch of puppets''

''Yes, well let me bring you in for an interview. It seems you need a helping hand which is what banks are always here for.''

This is what he had always wanted. So he could not mess it up.

''That is most generous of you. Where is your bank located''

''I'm going there now, the next stop in fact’’

‘‘Oh splendid’’

The lunch bell rang and the puppeteer pulled his hand out of Charles.

He did this because it was time for him, the cast and rest of the crew to eat. The puppeteer’s job was done for the morning and he would continue to control Charles until he was old enough to retire or the show got cancelled.

It was somewhat fitting to control a puppet that would go on to live a life where he was a puppet to society, that is who the puppeteer was.

Charles was now on the same level as his puppeteer and away from the life the puppeteer dreamed of. Having worries for another day and leaving the decent life for one more fun. These dreams however were always shared.

Younju's final fan fiction

Younju's Fan Fiction (final)

Durarara!! (Japanese Animation)

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“I’ll see you guys tomorrow then!”

“Bye Bye.”

“Goodbye…”

The three students in blue school uniforms separated after a farewell to each other. The sunset was covering the town of Ikebukuro with its yellow streams of light. After the farewell, Mikado, one of the three students, slowly made his way home by crossing the traffic. He sighed for once before crossing the road. The movement of his legs was somehow exhausted.

While walking, he thought of his friends who he just said goodbye. Masaomi, the brightest one out of them was noisy as always. Mikado tried to persuade him again from going out to Ikebukuro Park to search for some girls to date with. When Mikado first saw Masaomi doing that, he didn’t have a clue how to stop him, but now, after 6 months of attending the same school as him, Mikado was surely used to it. It was like an everyday life and this made him realize how frightening familiarity could be.

Anri, the only girl was the one who Mikado secretly fell in love. Even though Mikado thinks that it is ‘secret’, everyone in Raira High School seemed to know about their ‘secret love’. And it is only Mikado and Anri themselves didn’t realize about their awkward relationship.

The main Sunshine road of Ikebukuro was busy and filled up with people especially during the afternoon. As dodging the crowd and making his way, Mikado thought of the cute smile Anri made when Mikado and Masaomi were talking about their childhood. The two boys knew each other when they were very young, and because Anri is a new member of their ‘circle’, she seemed to enjoy listening to Mikado and Masaomi’s past and childhood episodes.

Mikado was sure that he felt happy when Anri smiled. Yes. That was for sure. But along with the happiness, he felt a hint of jealousy blazing up at the corner of his heart. At first, he couldn’t discover the reason why, and how he had the kind of feeling, but…

“Masaomi…”

Now he understood.

He legs stopped. He couldn’t move it as if he got paralyzed by something. People who were walking behind him bumped into him shouting rude words at him, but he couldn’t hear them. They even said it straight at his face walking past but he was unable to hear their voices. Inside of him, there was a tornado of percussion and agony. He did not know what to do so he came up with a decision not to do anything.

Mikado has no idea how Masaomi and Anri could be thinking about each other. The feeling that they would feel when Mikado isn’t around. He was sure that Masaomi is currently attracted to her because he asked her out officially when three of them were on the way home together one day. Although he said it in a tone just joking around and there were no seriousness in him, no one knows the truth of what Masaomi really thinks about her.

The most fact that Mikado is concerned about is Anri’s feelings towards Masaomi. Anri is a kind of girl who does not express her thoughts to anyone. She seemed to have no experience of loving another person, but the only moment she smiles and expresses her happiness is when Mikado and Masaomi are around.

But that fact was what Mikado was most concerned about.

Not knowing what Anri is thinking towards Masaomi, but neither Mikado himself. That was the most painful agony.

He stood there not moving an inch looking down at his feet. It was like an enormous amount of information swarming about inside Mikado’s head. He couldn’t admit the possibility of Masaomi and Anri getting together.

But the most thing that he could not admit was Mikado himself thinking about that possibility.

“Oi! What are you doing in the middle of the path?”

When Mikado came up with that conclusion, he was disturbed by someone shouting right in front of him. A familiar voice. A voice which Mikado hear everyday now.

“Are you okay? You look a bit pale.”

“Masaomi.” murmured Mikado with a surprised look on his face as he faced the person in front of him.

His very oldest friend who he knew since he was a child.

“I came back looking for you. I don’t like talking serious stuff, but somehow I thought you weren’t feeling well today. I was concerned so I couldn’t go back home. Is something wrong?” explained Masaomi looking at Mikado with a worried face.

Mikado didn’t say anything. For a moment, he closed his eyes and took a deep sigh. He looked up at Masaomi and smiled almost alike to the smile that Anri made before, but more happily.

“Nothing Masaomi. Nothing was wrong except for me.” said Mikado.

Masaomi was curious at first when he saw Mikado’s smile, but he instantly smiled along with him. Somehow, he was relieved that he came back to Mikado.

“Wanna go search for pretty girls in Ikebukuro Park today?” said Masaomi with a delightful laugh.

“Masaomi!” shouted Mikado angrily, but his face looked happy and relieved as well.

The two boys in blue school uniform walked down the crowded Sunshine road in Ikebukuro. The town was starting to get dark but the two of them did not care. Mikado and Masaomi were certain that their friendship will have no end, and even when misery comes to both, the two boys will be there for each other.

Younju's fanfiction draft

I was always had an interest in Japanese Animation since I was a child in Korea. I liked it so much that I started to draw manga myself and got 'Drawing manga" in my hobby list. So I planned to write my fan fiction on a Japanese animation.

I chose to write about an animation called 'Durarara!!'.
It is an animation broadcasted at 2010 in Japan with 25 episodes. I watched this animation last year and enjoyed drawing fan-arts and fan comics.

The Genre is fantasy/action. The Overall style and atmosphere of this animation is very mysterious and dull. Most of the episodes require some epic action scenes.

I planned out the fan fiction to be calm and peaceful compared to the original style. It will be focused more on the friendship and relationship between the three characters: Mikado, Masaomi and Angri.
They are the ordinary students of Raira Highschool and are very close and best friends.

From the left : Masaomi, Angri, Mikado

Story Plot:

The setting will be a quiet afternoon in Ikebukuro city. (Ikebukuro is a city name, the main background setting of the original story)

The three students are walking home together after school and they seperate and the intersection and farewell. The story will start there.

The story will be in Mikado's point of view.

Mikado walks alone heading home after the farewell and thinks to himself about his and their relationship.

In the original story, Mikado has a crush on Angri. In my fan fiction, he starts to think deeply about his and her friendship, and comes to think about her and Masaomi's relationship. He starts to feel anxious about the fact that Angri might like Masaomi more than himself, but Masaomi is Mikado's  closest childhood friend.

He starts to feel anguish as he keep walking. The story will zoom in to Mikado's agony and his feelings.

But at the end, Masaomi appears, and shows his anxiety about Mikado's condition.

As a result, Masaomi's appearance solves Mikado's anguish feelings of their friendship, and relieves Mikado. Their friendship is turned back to normal and they get more close to each other.

  

Younju's 5 fan fiction links

Awareness ( Japanese animation : Kuroko no Basuke)

Summary :
This fan fiction is about Kuroko's past and feelings towards the people around him. The writer wrote the whole story in Kuroko's point of view and invited the readers to travel through Kuroko's past till the future. Although Kuroko's thoughts and feelings were not shown on the original story, the writer managed to make it up with its own imagination.


I actually enjoyed this fan fiction as the writer explained Kuroko's life story very deeply. The story starts from the very start when he was a little boy, how his parents treated him, how he met Aomine and the other Teiko basketball team members, and the method of how his personality changed towards people around him. The writer's idea of imagining Kuroko's life history and his character in depth was very interesting to read.
However I thought that the Kuroko's past story was too short compared to the future story. It would have been much better if the writer wrote Kuroko's past story more in depth and explain how his relationship went between members other than Aomine until the last basketball match of Teiko.





Gospel of Deception (Durarara)

Summary:
The main intension of the story is similar to the fan fiction "Awareness". The writer wrote about Izaya's past and childhood by one's own imagination.

I found this fan fiction very interesting as it described Izaya's character effectively and in detail. I liked how the writer wrote how Izaya became the character itself in the original story. The author expressed Izaya as a very psychotic character, but there is also a reason how he created that kind of personality. The author effectively described why Izaya's acts were un-readable and I thought that this fan-fiction holds a very interesting story.



Under The Surface (Durarara)

Summary:
 Izaya wakes up in a coffin with nothing but a flashlight and a cell phone. He doesn’t know where he is or how much air he has left. All he knows is that he’s running out of time and there’s only one person who can save him.


The story is based on ‘Buried’, a movie that was aired in 2010. It follows Izaya’s efforts to get himself out of a coffin, with the help of Shizuo. Despite keeping the main story-line similar to that of Buried’s, the Author managed to make Izaya’s and Shizuo’s situations quite believable to happen in Durarara!! world. Also, there were some minor errors. The title should be Under ‘the’ Surface. Shizuo’s conducts are a bit hard to believe in a couple of scenes (but still acceptable if you count Shizuo’s reasons). The time limit Izaya has is too long for a person buried inside a coffin, but the Author has put the reasons in Chapter 6’s A/N. The ending, where everything should close down, leaves us hanging. But there’s an epilog to make up for that.

Sarah's fanfiction draft

I decided to write a fanfiction on 'The princess and the frog'
The stories begins with; when Tiana finds Lottie trying to cook,  and then she steps in to help Lottie.

Characters:

·         Tiana (Princess and the Frog)
 

·         Lottie (Princess and the Frog)

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When Tiana walks into the kitchen, she finds Lottie sobbing on a stool. Her first impulse is to look for the missing finger. Lottie has been dead set on learning how to cook for the past week, and her refusal to accept anyone’s help has been a headache. Luckily, there’s no blood anywhere. (Just a big pile of half-chopped onions) 

“Those onions smell getting in your eyes?” Tiana asks lightly, resting a hand on Lottie’s shoulder. Those tears sure don’t look like the result of chopping, but Lottie will talk about it when she’s ready.

Lottie sniffles, but at least doesn’t wipe her eyes on her apron. Tiana would have had to say something, because she can’t help but run a clean kitchen, even when it’s not her own. “I don’t think I’m cut out for this whole lifestyle,” Lottie mourns, sweeping some onion peels to the side so that Tiana has a place to rest her elbows. Tiana, of course, picks up the knife and begins chopping.

“There are lots of different lifestyles,” Tiana says firmly. “There’s no shame in not being cut out for one, so long as you work hard with what you’ve got.” And then, because she’s learned a thing or two since she met prince Naveen, or maybe just remembered what her daddy taught. “And make sure you’ve got love, but honey, everybody loves you already. “That earns her a watery smile. “Aren’t you sweet? I swear, Tiana, you better not run off to rule a country, because I’d be nothing without you.”

Tiana smiles back, indicating the freshly chopped onions with a wave of her hand. “What were you planning on making?

I wouldn’t be opposed to rolling up my sleeves and lending a hand.” She’s all dolled up in yellow for some sort of diplomatic function Naveen has to attend to, but she’s got years of experience in not making a mess of herself while cooking.

“I wanted to make shrimp Etouffee,” Lottie says, pulling a scrap of paper from her bosom and waving it around. “I got everything on this list our cook gave me, and then gave him the day off. I went and bought it all by myself, and I just want to do this one nice thing for Big Daddy.

Lottie’s views have more to do with the latest fashions than the politics that accompany them, but Tiana’s known her for long to underestimate her. Lottie’s got brains in her head. It’s just that those brains mostly concentrate on things like clothes and princes.

Tiana scans the list, clucking her tongue at some of the directions. “Your cook must have been lying when he said he’s from around here. That’s not nearly enough hot sauce. Why don’t you get started washing those tomatoes? That’s a nice job you’ve done chopping the celery and peppers.

They’ll taste so nice that your daddy will hardly be able to stand it.”

Lottie is boiling the shrimp stock under Tiana’s watchful eye. Tiana refrains from offering all kinds of advice, like why to buy shrimp in the shell and how to extract the maximum amount of flavor from thyme. Lottie is doing fine as is, and what she’s making will make a good meal, if not a restaurant caliber one. She remembers the slow and steady way her daddy passed on his gift, gentle little tidbits that left an imprint on the heart as well as the mind. It’s the least she can do to share his secrets as sweetly as he did.

While they’re waiting for the shrimp to finish, Lottie drags her record player into the kitchen, sending the saxophone wail of jazz clear to the other side of the house. “Couldn’t you just die happy listening to this music?” she asks, twirling around. Her apron, which is of course pink, flares out with the movement. “It’s real nice,” Tiana says, and gets her a glass of water. She only has time for a sip before Lottie pulls her out on the kitchen floor, intent on teaching her the latest dance steps. “Ooh, girl, Naveen’s been dancing with you!” Lottie said. She was delighted when she discovers that she doesn’t have to teach Tiana after all. That’s one of the things Tiana loves about her. She doesn’t begrudge anybody she loves the slightest thing.

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They dance around the kitchen as the shrimp boils, laughing all the while, and Tiana can’t think of anything better than having a good time with someone she loves while something hot simmers on the stove. Home, he heart beating out in time with the trumpets.

When Tiana smells that the shrimp stock is ready for the next step, she’s all business once more. There’s a good time, and then there’s food. Lottie is a good sport about letting Tiana delegate all the tasks. “It’s been years since I’ve had this,” Lottie says, after a bit. She’s moved on to sautéing the peppers, celery, and shrimp stock, along with a dash of flour. “My mama, may she rest, just loved her some shrimp etouffee, and Big Daddy just couldn’t bear eating it for the longest time.”

“My mama’s got dishes like that,” Tiana says softly, leaving out that she has dishes like that herself. A few months after he died, she made the mistake of trying out his extra special red beans and rice recipe on her own. Until she tasted the well-done result, she didn’t know was that what she really wanted was her daddy back in the kitchen, cooking up a storm, and there wasn’t a recipe for that particular meal.

Lottie gives her a brief squeeze around the shoulders, then runs back to keep stirring, though Tiana’s told her a dozen times that it doesn’t need constant poking. Tiana’s also told her to stop sampling every 10 seconds, but it’s hard to resist the lure of the first dish you’ve cooked all by yourself.

“Now that’s going to be an entree and a half,” Tiana tells Lottie when the last of the ingredients have been added, and only the last bit of simmering is left for the cooking. “Your daddy will be real happy.” “I’m just too happy to pay my respects to Mama, may she rest,” Lottie says, untying her apron. “She never cooked, but I’m liberating’ myself from depending on others!”

“Uh-huh,” Tiana says, but she knows that Lottie means it. It’s then that she notices the time, and gasps. “I am so late! Naveen is going to--well, he’s pretty used to it, actually, but I feel so bad!”

Lottie stared. “That man of yours will forgive you if you tell him you were having a good time with a friend. Stop by more often, Tiana, I miss you.” “Well, you are going to have to tell me all about how your daddy couldn’t get enough of your cooking.”

"Sure, thing!”

Tiana’s in a hurry, but she takes her time hugging Lottie before she leaves.

Sarah's 5 fanfiction links

Lion king

Title; Revenge
Author; kora22
summary;
Sora, now the adopted son of Scar, is back and this time he is determined to get what he wants. As he and Scar take control of the Pridelands, it's up to Simba and his friends to take the Pridelands back, but the more important question is, will they all survive?

Sleeping beauty

Title; the girl behind the dragon

Author; aleera-mistressofallevil

Summary;

Everyone knows the story about the princess who was cursed from birth to prick her finger and fall into a deep sleep. Now that same story is retold, but from the perspective of someone who worked for the Mistress of all Evil herself. Follow her as she tries to sort between what is right and wrong while trying to live with Maleficent watching her every move.

Tangled

Title
; tangled up in you
Author; C5SysEngFTS
Summary;

My story begins with the couple on the boat. What would have happened if the king and queen indeed knew the real self of Flynn Rider and with help from some OCs were prepared to intercede for him and allow him to be with Rapunzel? King William, as the new Crown Prince, leaves on a mission of vengeance, and discovery... Rating changing to "T," for future events

Little mermaid

Title; a single moment
Author;disneyqueen
Summary;

Ariel goes into the sea to join her father in search of her daughter, Melody. As Ariel reconnects with her mermaid self, she finds that it can take just a single moment for everything to change.

Iron man

Title; Glad you are back

Author; BBCRules95 Summary;
Tony gets seriously injured on a mission. No one knows what the situation will end up like. Pepper will have to cope with being CEO, her feelings and taking care of Tony. Set after IM2, but Pep didn't quit. How will she manage? Will Tony be all right? Quite a lot of Pepperony, but I'll bring in others as well

Sam's Five Fanfiction links

Holiday Cheer

By MidnightRosePrincess

Summary: ''Holiday Cheer'' written by MidnightRosePrincess is about Cindy Lou going up the mountain to see The Grinch after he has reunited with the people of Whoville. The Grinch is still sad and Cindy Lou still has not grown into her nose. Cindy listens to The Grinch wallow in sadness and they talk about various problems.

Review by Sam Franklin

I found Holiday Cheer to be an interesting read. It does seem that is comes from a desire to add one last piece of sadness to the story before we are finally given the comfort of a happy one. What keeps it afloat more than anything else is the references to the original story
E.g The mail room incident, Cindy Lou not having grown into her nose.
Because the relationship between The Grinch and Cindy Lou is the key in The Grinch it is the obvious choice to have them both the centre of this story, but that did make the story seem less exciting. It makes me feel that in the long run these two characters are somewhat messed up and if Cindy Lou isn't careful in how much she interacts with still such a tortured soul as the Grinch she might grow up with more problems than him.
I feel I am the wrong audience for this kind of story as well, as I would have preferred The Grinch dealing Hash Cookies with Max around Whoville and inventing his own holiday that lasted until Christmas arrived, but this is just me. ''Holiday Cheer'' seems for people who love to sit and read about how sad some people are after a huge revelation and celebration.


I'm Different

Written by Fragmented Mind

Summary: ''I'm Different'' written by Fragmented Mind goes over the end of the film A.I (Artificial Intelligence) one more time. It is very simplistic and takes no left turns, just a more in depth look of how the character David was actually thinking.

Reviewed by Sam Franklin

I enjoyed this little story it seemed to me to be a burst of energy that says the emotions of the character of David in A.I.
This is a great choice as it is a very underrated masterpiece and this fanfiction is obviously written by somebody who loved the film and appreciated it for what it was. The story does not have any suprises to it. But because it was not trying to it works completely. I feel fragmented mind was trying to just make a moment of warm energy and put the story in reading version.
Fragmented mind did note that he wrote the story on the spot, so not much work went into it. I guess the best way to look at ''I'm Different'' is to see it as a fan tribute to something that moved him.


Mr. Hoopers Funeral

Written by ArceusGPG

Summary: Mr. Hoopers Funeral written by ArceusGPG is about a funeral set in Seseame Street with Mr. Hooper having died. It tells the story with most of the main characters shedding tears while still maintaining their inner characters

Reviewed by Sam Franklin

I enjoyed this fanfiction very much. The choice to end it on something open ended to seems like the artist behind this has a desire to activate audiences imagination and here everbody elses point of view in one place. The story might still have worked if it said something like ''I killed him, I had to'' which is what I thought. But our minds working is something that I found inspiring.
The line in it, ''He had wished for his funeral to be closed-casket, mostly for the younger audience'' is without a doubt my favourite line I have read so far in any fanfiction, because it holds the dynamic of the show and implies children are watching this right now on an episode of Seseame Street.
The desire to bring such tradgedy to a childrens show is done with a great touch of class. Yet the only problem is asking us literally to put our answer of what we think the letter says broke the energy for me. But it's not specifically in the fanfiction, more of an artists note.


The Simpsons Go To Toronto

Written By: husna420

Summary: The Simpsons go to Toronto is about Bart Simpson who needs his report card signed right before the family goes to Toronto. The family cannot go to the science centre like Lisa wanted so they go somewhere else.

Reviewed By Sam Franklin

I found this story to be very pointless, there is no connection as to why bart getting his report card signed links with the story which I felt help it back. Alot of things the characters say seem very unlikely or have been said once in an episode as a joke. All the characters play as they actually are in the show and it goes nowhere. To me husna420 has an english problem so there were alot of mistakes to be found and the way they were talking did not flow well, I say this because I don't ever think anyone has ever thought of the way Bart talks as exclamations. These differences had no purpose and it would have been nice to read a fanfiction with more excitement to it, because this just feels like the worst episode of all time.


Miss Piggy Finds Out About Muppet Central

Written by miss kermie

Summary: Miss Piggy Finds Out About Muppet Central is about the muppets on the blogsphere reading stories and gossip from various bloggers which makes them upset and causes anger and controversey.

Review by Sam Franklin

Reading this was interesting as it takes a classic show that came in a time before the blogsphere was around. And to marry these two elements I found to be very refreshing, relevant and nostalgiac. It gives us a fresh look at the blogsphere through the eyes we will never have, as they are more naive and earnest than our own and we ourselves are not famous like the muppets.
We remove ourselves from the characters because we do not feel the same way about the blogsphere, especially with entertainment shows and celebrities, however the story still keeps us engaged with what they are doing because the story carries a sense of humour like the show did; Miss Piggy doing a Karate Chop for example. It also shows how much time people can waste on the blogsphere when they could be doing better things and are generally smarter and more important. Well Done!

Kay's final fanfiction

I am sorry I love you

written by Kay

Emma’s accident was so shocking to Dexter. When he arrived at the hospital and saw Emma with a breathing machine over her face, in a deep sleep inside the tiny, clean ward with a quiet atmosphere. She looked like a sleepy angel or maybe a child who needed to be protected.



“She needs to be looked after while she lives in the hospital. Accident caused her amnesia as well as some other complication.'' said the doctor.



Dexter looked after her very carefully. But she had lost her memory when she woke up.



“Who are you”? She asked Dexter who had tears in his eyes.



As Doctor said, Emma cannot remember Dexter and it's in her subconscious to not want to remember him. He is a painful memory to her so her brain in resenting the memory of him.



"I wish you still can remember me. I miss you." Dexter prayed to God in his heart.



She treated him as a stranger, and met another guy who she encountered in the hospital. They get along well and have the same interests.



Every time Dexter saw Emma having fun with another guy; when he saw her smile, laughing hard, he felt depressed and a bit empty.

Emma was very polite when Dexter stays with her in the hospital. But she would like to spend time with him; occasionally Dexter played the guitar for her as some songs that they listened together in the past. Chemotherapy caused Emma painful and torturous. Whenever Dexter saw Emma had been sent to the treatment room to do the change cure it drove him distressed. He thought about the possibility of the pain transferring to him, so he could suffer instead.



Dexter went to Emma's house and tried to find something to help Emma to recover the memories. He found her diary on her bedside table. When he started reading them, tears finally unbearable came out. All of the contents showed that Emma never stopped concern him. No matter in the period of time when she was in a relationship with the no sense of humor comedian, or the period of time when he fell in love with Jasmine who had birth the baby girl for him. No matter where she was, and how the world changed. In these 20 years, he always knew that Emma likes him, but he didn't give her enough concern, call her “best friend” to keep the relationship, when he feel confusion, from TV show reduced to waiter, indulged in drunk, drugged, he would think of Emma, but always walked away after the emotion calmed.



He remembered the night that he teasing Emma became a teacher, Emma said to him “I love you so much, but I don't like you anymore." Memories were cruel. he felt aching.



Dexter decided to continue Emma's poem. This was the only thing meaningful to Emma. He started writing poem after work every morning, and read his new poem to Emma before she slept. Emma was waiting for his new poem and curious what story he would create, and didn't go to meet with another guy again. Also she started to write diary every night.



"No matter how much pain in your heart, if with conviction, the dreams always come true." Dexter read.

“Thank you.” Emma suddenly said to him. “I lost my memories, but I know you were the most important people in my past. Thank you for the caring, thank you for staying beside of me.”

Dexter cried as a little boy, hugging tightly this girl who almost lost.



They fell in love as god granted. Dexter attempted to bring Emma to the places that they ever been. But the car accident sequelae cause her health getting worse. Sadly, the hair began to drop massively. Nonetheless she still insisted to write her dairy.



However, Emma was making great efforts to coordinate the chemotherapy. Dexter made her more reluctant to leave in this world. She wondered whether she could live longer.



“C-Could you bring me to grassland?” Emma asked hopefully. Suddenly felt painful, she started cough. She wrapped her arm around herself and tried to stop cough.

Dexter took her gently by the hand and let her to sit to the wheel chair. “Let’s go!” he took her hand and said.



Breezing was gently blowing over Emma’s face. That was a beautiful face but pale. A cut puppy was running around her and tried to jump to her arms.

“What a beautiful sunshine day.” Emma’s face was filled with happiness. “Please take a photo for me.” she took out her camera and passed to Dexter.  The sunshine beamed to her beautiful smile as no stringy.



They hugged and kissed beneath a sunshine sky. This was probably what Emma expected since 20 years ago.



Later on in the day, Emma’s pain increased. Her hair all dropped. The time was drawing near, Emma could feel it. Dexter bought her a pink wool hat,  put on her head and look at her. " umm.. very suits you, looks like a baby doll. " Dexter gently touched her hat and cracked a smile.



The doctor announced to Dexter, “It’s time to say goodbye”.



“Emma, do you want to marry me? Would you like to be my wife? ” Dexter said lightly, and tried to stop tears.

Emma nodded her head and took a deep breath, making sure her next word would be clear enough, and then spocken: “I do!”

With no wedding, no ring, but that was the most happiness time in their lives”.



Before long, Emma passed away, with happiness.



Dexter came to Emma’s grave, he brought a bunch of red rose, and a diary which belonged to Emma. He cried out in front of Emma’s grave. He opened the dairy and read them again.

“I still remember you, Dexter. I don't want to see you regret, or feel sorry for me. I want you to cheerful everyday as the first time we met. So I pretend that I don't remember you. I am very appreciating what you did to me all. Perhaps the happiness comes to us is a little bit late. But I’m lucky to become to your wife.”



Dexter didn't want to leave Emma alone. It seems cold and lonely. “I am always with you. Emma”. He lied in front of Emma’s grave and closed his eyes. No longer leave.