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Twilight or Twignight Final

Once upon a time in a land that should be far away from here, there was a shopkeeper named Bella who had been stolen from a month ago by the prisoner named Val jean (he is going to be called 24601 which is his jail number (Les Miserables). Val jean’s family was starving so he stole a loaf of bread so his family had food to eat.

Now 24601 has broken out of jail and stolen a police car and was now going to get revenge on Bella for not sparing him some food. As 24601 passed SPR Mart he noticed out in the street… and soon recognized it was Bella.

The only thing was that she couldn't walk in a straight line and was most likely drunk. As she crossed the intersection wobbling from side to side uncontrollably 24601 came in with the police car and tried to hit her. Right before he got to hit her he noticed the policeman-vampire-thing named Edward that brought him to jail had jumped in front of the police car. Because of his attempt to invincibility he just got his arm broken, but with vampire powers would soon heal in 1-3 days but was still able to protect Bella who was completely untouched.

 24601 breaks for it during the time that Edward makes sure that his ego is still intact and sprints down route 6 to find some where to stay. Meanwhile Bella and Edward were introducing themselves to each other.

"Hello," said Edward, "I am a cop/vampire and 'I Want to Suck Your Blood' and your pretty.
 

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Awkward Silence =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Well then," said Bella, "My name is Bella and I live and work in SPR Market, I sleep on the potatoes because I can’t afford a home and the store so I think potatoes are comfy and they are my favourite plant. The only thing that I can't understand is that no one buys the potatoes and they all laugh at me. Thank you for saving me but HAHAHAHAHAHA you broke your arm."

"I will buy potatoes," said Edward with a very sketchy look on his face and something wrong with his eyebrows making them go up and down involuntarily in a very perverted way, probably a disease.

* * *

On the other side of town 24601 was walking down the suburbs knocking on every door asking for somewhere to stay and luckily came across a homeless shelter and walked in. The floors were all tiles of blue green in white the kind you get inside a school. The main desk was empty but covered with flowers and lamps and a couple pamphlets and the walls were sparse except for a large mural copy of Starry Night. Then came up to people to greet him who had name-tags saying Narcissa and Suzay (Suzay is a boy). 


Throughout the next couple of weeks Narcissa, Suzay, and 24601 became good friends and they all despised Bella because she fired them because she couldn't afford to pay them because all she sold were potatoes and people never bought them. They soon were like a family to each other and they spent all their time with each other and they all decided to take revenge on Bella.

In the meantime Bella and Edward had been going out with each other. Then one day Bella and Edward had been out on a date when they heard a car pulled up and they looked over to see Suzay, Narcissa, and 24601 getting out of the car looking like there about to fight.

It took about ten punches till Edward and Bella noticed that they were being fought against because they were to focus looking at each other and dream kissing. Then Edward pulls Bella behind him and starts fighting back against the three. It took an hour for Edward to get someone actually hurt because of his excellent bad aim. 

Then Bella, who hit him with a beer bottle she pulled out of her pocket, had taken down 24601 in the fight by hitting him across the head. At the sight of this Suzay and Narcissa took 24601 in their arms and ran back to the Honda Civic. Then once Bella and Edward knew that it was over they got back to do something I REALLY do not want to talk about.

The very next day Edward went to Bella and said, "I am going to become a vegetarian now so I am dumping you… YOU HAVE NOW BEEN DUMPED. Hey that's a pretty dandelion."

"Not another boy chose a plant over me… that's not fair… UGHHHH," said Bella, "All they do is just sit there and do nothing but make sugar out of sunlight… how does that even happen… Ugh

So now Edward is going out with a dandelion that has very sweet blood which he cannot understand why it is yellow. And Bella is left alone without a protector; I wonder what would happen.

Chris final

Chris final fanfic

"oh my Bollywood mother"

Mindy wakes up one morning to a loud knocking on the door and she goes to see who it is
"hold on! o m g I'm coming"Mindy opens the door and see's her mum standing there with a large suitcase and a bigger smile on her face
"SURPRISE MINDY! are you surprised, i know...you are. areh! come give your mother a hug!"
"....oh woo...mum...".
Mindy's mother walks into the apartment and makes herself at home.
"so mum... what are you doing here? you normally call to tell me your coming, even if it's a surprise"
Mindy's mums stops in her tracks and looks at Mindy "i have some bad news" she puts her hand on her chest "i don't...i don't know how to-MUM say it already!" "your cousin Priya, she's getting married!!!! what was i to do! my daughter is 33-" Mindy interrupts "...29 ma...when people ask, im 29."
"really...you're going to be those women who lie about their age, how pathetic beta. i know how old you are, i had you when i was 23..."
"you had me when you were 30 ma!"
"fine, age is but a number for me, I'm already married with children...children who won't get married! your aunty Vina! that cow. you should've seen the way she smiled at me when she told me of priyas wedding." Sheela walks around the room, "when Mindy! when will you get married! are you single right now? ...where did i go wrong" Mindy sips on her tea "ew ma, did you make masala chai, please mum...try to refrain from being a pure indian in my house! and no, i am not single!.... okay maybe i am!"
"what are you waiting for! you're 33 and wasting away! your eggs will dry up Mindy! remember what happened to cousin Mamta!"
"mum Mamta is married with two kids!?"
"so she can't have anymore now-" Mindy interrupts "you're not making any sense, plus i'm late for work!" Mindy grabs her bag hops into her heels and runs out "okay mum...i'll see you later! watch TV.. i don't know go rent a Hindi movie?" "MINDY! WAIT, i have some guys for you to choose from" 'BYE MA!!!"
 on the way to work Mindy calls her best friend Gwen
"my mother is ruining my life"
Gwen pauses "...oh hi Gwen how are you? that would be nice to hear once in a while! wait, your mom? she's here?
Mindy takes a deep breath "she's here and apparently has some photos of guys she wants me to marry! Gwen i can't just marry some random! i want my love story! i want to be proposed at on the empire state building, i want to be swept off my feet... christian loubotin feet might i add"
Gwen:"OMG MINDY! Jeremy! why don't you get Jeremy to pose as your boyfriend! well until your mom's in town! it's perfect, and when she leaves, you two can have a messy breakup, it's perfect"
Mindy laughs "Gwen that's...actually not a bad idea... this, this is why you're my ride or die baby. okay bye I'm at work now"

Mindy marches up to Jeremys office and locks the door
Jeremy: "why are you locking the door...am i in trouble? have i mentioned you've been looking really slim lately.."
Mindy: "no you're not in- wait really? i look slim? I'm on this new diet....oh you don't care.. right"
Jeremy: "soo what can i do for you Mindy? and what do i get out of this?'
Mindy: "long story short... my mum's in town and i need you to be my boyfriend until she leaves...'
Jeremy: "boyfriend as in...we can have
Mindy:" NO Jeremy, no not as in we can have sex! but I'll let you take my my favorite patient Mrs Muller, i know how much you love those cupcakes she bakes me"
Jeremy: "...i do love those cupcakes. fine. I'll do it also if you agree to get your friend Sarah to go on a date with me"
Mindy: "fine! today after work you're gonna be my boyfriend, you're gonna drop me home, meet my mum, ask her if she'd like to join us for dinner and then wine and dine us.'

after work Jeremy can't be found and Mindy starts panicking
 Mindy: "THAT ASS HOLE! he stood me up for our fake date!"
Jeremy calls Mindy
"Mindy I'm really sorry! but my car got towed away and i had to go and sort out the problem! I'm still here, they won't let my car go unless i buy them all crispy creme donuts? so I'm buying some donuts... why don't you ask doctor Danny! i have to go...bye" Jeremy hangs up and Mindy is infuriated. so she sends him a text
"Jeremy you asshole, i hope you're happy! my plan is entirely ruined! now i'll have to marry some random guy my mum chose from India, and i'll be married and shipped off to be a housewife in india! i hope you're happy! you're dead to me!

p.s. buy them the custard creme donuts, they're the best ones

you're still dead to me"

after this Mindy goes to doctor Danny and explains the entire situation to him.
Danny: "Mindy look, as much as i want to help you, i actually have plans tonight, i'm meeting this lovely girl who i ran into at starbucks. so if you asked me some other time, i'd be happy to do so" danny walks away without giving mindy a chance to say anything. Mindy, upset and defeated comes home
mindys mum: "AREH MINDY BETA!"
mindy: "mum why are you so excited..."
mum: "i am just happy to see you child! so i was-"
before mindys mum can finish, the door bell rings. mindy goes and opens the door and to her amazement Danny is standing there with a box of chocolates and red wine.
mindy:" danny what are you doing here...mum this is-"
danny:" hello Sheela, or...i mean ..mum, i'm Danny, mindys long time boyfriend, unfortunate we haven't met before, but atleast now we're making a start right! how about you ladies get dressed and we go out for dinner! i have reservations for us at lucias garden"
Mindy's mum: "Lucias garden! that place has such good Italian food! Mindy it is really good"
Sheela pulls Mindy away, "why did you lie to me! you do have boyfriend! wait until i tell your aunty, she will die!"

Mindy looks at Danny and thanks him.

Gina Final

Different POV

From the view of a victim: Paul Owen. He thinks Bateman is a man called Marcus Halberstram.

Marcus Halberstram wants to go for dinner. He asked me at Cecilias Christmas party, and I was too busy eyeing his hardbody (and the hostess) to do anything more than nod. Still, I find him horribly boring, but he does have a certain amount of standing at the company; I should go, though I don't really want to. Hopefully he brings Cecilia, who's a little hardbody and makes up for in looks what Marcus lacks in personality.

I get to the restaurant on 34th street, and it's like walking into a fucking pirate ship. I hate themed restaurants, just as much as I hate themed parties. I get to the table and Marcus is already there, arguing with the unattractive waiter. His face is impassive, but he's talking with such force that the waiter is getting sprayed with spittle.

"No, I don't want fucking Captain Morgan. Am I wearing an eye patch? Do I have a wooden leg? Just get me a scotch, neat."

The waiter glances at me as I approach the table, and Halberstram turns, his face transforming into a practised smile. "Paul! What can I get you to drink?" Without waiting for a reply, he turns to the waiter, "Make that two scotches and two beers... Whatever you’ve got, as long as it’s good." He's dismissed with a wave of the hand and Marcus turns back to me.

"So! Paul. Thanks for coming. Find this place ok? I know it's not to our usual...'caliber', but my dear Cecelia insisted the Chowder was to die for."

The drinks arrive and I take a large pull of my scotch. This place is a fucking shithole. I wonder if maybe Marcus is either cheap or skint, but he stares at me and I realise I haven't answered him. 

"No, it's great Marcus. I've never been here before and going to Spago every night can get a little tedious don't you think?" I ask this because I know for a fact Halberstram has been trying to get a table there for months. As expected, his left eye twitches almost imperceptively as he nods. 

"Oh absolutely Paul. Always nice to do something a little out of the comfort zone. Another drink Paul?" Though I could swear he’s been drinking as fast as me, his glass is still mostly full. Ah well. Fuck it. Getting drunk will probably make this more bearable and besides, Felicty is heading to Club 26 later and I’d rather shoot myself in the face than go to that sweat heap sober.

When we go to order, it turns out the ‘to die for’ chowder is no longer available. Marcus begins abusing the waiter, though I’m secretly thrilled because I hate chowder and because of the state Halberstram is in. Now this restaurant he chose has absolutely nothing going for it. I order another drink and lean back in my chair. 

It’s later, and I’m really drunk. We’re in what I presume is Halberstrams apartment, and I’m surprised to see that it’s chic, minimalist, perfect, like a page from an Ikea catalogue. I’m sitting on a white dining chair in the middle of his living room, and around my feet are sheets of the New Yorker. I don’t know where Marcus is, I can hear his voice talking over the music blaring from the stereo, but I can’t quite work out what he’s saying.

“Hey... Hey Marcus!” I yell at him, “Why the newspaper? Do...Do you have a little Chow or something?”

He appears out of a door way to the right of me, wearing a plastic cape, like one of those you wear at Disneyland on the log flume. Not that I’d ever wear one though. He’s ranting about whatever shit music he’s put on and it’s so boring that I feel my head start to droop towards my chest.

Suddenly he yells, “Hey Paul!” I look up to see him swinging an axe above his shoulder and my eyes follow the blade as it curves down in an arc towards me. When it hits, I don’t feel the pain, I feel the force of it, which knocks me off my chair and onto the newspaper below. I can’t breathe, my trachea possibly severed and my jugular obviously so judging by the sheer amount of blood covering my clothes and spilling over the newspaper and onto the white floorboards. Marcus is raising the axe again, “You stupid bastard! You stupid fucking bastard!” This time the axe hits my torso, and then the blows come fast and he’s yelling the whole time, “Stupid fucking bastard!” and the blade hits my legs, my chest, one blow almost completely severs my left hand. I close my eyes and they don’t open again. 

Jordan.. Final

I lay dazed, weakened by the liquid spreading through my veins. 

My mind detached from my body. 

No sensation, just thought. 

Thoughts of Christian, near yet so far. 

I heard the cheer, as the audience I had yearned to impress erupted into applause. 

Audience members, row by row realised I was not to wake. 

Harold, entered my blurred vision. Harold, who like a father I adored. Helping me to escape the horror my life had become. 

I had visited Harold the night before the finale when my nightmares became my reality. 

The Duke, driven by selfishness, power and wealth. 

The man who funded my shows planned to take me this night away from the Moulin Rouge. 

"Harold! Harold! I cried, bursting into Harolds office, tears streaming down my face, my corset, torn by the Dukes wandering hands. I had run from the Dukes quarters and found myself in the sanctuary of Harold's office. 

Harold, his face illuminated by the fire warm and welcoming. He turned, his gaze meeting my distraught stare. Leaping from his chair, he wrapped his arms around me, an act that usually brought comfort.

"Satine, my dear! Whatever is the matter?" 

"Harold, I have needed to talk to you for some time. Pausing, I tried to regain clarity. 

"You must help me Harold, I have just escaped the Duke. He plans to take me away from the Moulin Rouge after the finale of 'Spectacular, Spectacular'. 

"Harold he cannot have me, we must do something. Tell me you can prevent this Harold. If not, then you must call my resolution wise to solve my own issues presently. I would rather die if I cannot find remedy!”. 

Harold shocked, listening to me speak of death with such ease and unrestraint. 

"Harold I am in love with Christian and he in love with me!”. 

The mention of Christian's name made my heart flutter. 

“We have been seeing each other for some months now, I have to be with him Harold!. To love and be loved in return” I said quoting 'Spectacular, Spectacular' a sell-out, the finale tomorrow night. 

"I will not leave with the Duke”. Fresh tears falling from my eyes, my handkerchief twisted between my fingers. 

Harold watched his beloved Satine. 

He had raised her as his own and he was torn by the agony that is love. 

Harold's mind wandered. He had watched Christian discover the Moulin Rouge, oblivious to the sin beneath its soul. As he was of Christians love affair with Satine. 

Harold eyes lifted to his trinket box, sparkling on the mantlepiece. 

"I have just the thing" Harold said. Lifting the lid of the trinket box he produced a small bottle of liquor kept for a case of life or death. 

"Satine, my dear, I give you this, not because I want you to take it, but because I fear what will become of you if I do not." 

"You must drink this liquid, tomorrow night. If it is death you seek, let it be whilst 'Spectacular, Spectacular is being performed”.

The liquid shall seep through your veins and halt your pulse. 

Harold his shaking hand caressed the side of my face. 

"Your beautiful cheeks will drain of rosy red and death will appear to be upon you. You will sleep for two and one half hours. I will pronounce you dead”.

Harold looked for an ounce of doubt and found none.

"You will wake from a pleasant sleep, whilst the audience mourns your loss. You can be with your beloved Christian, escaping without return”. 

Sobs came at the mention of not returning home. 

"Sleep now my beauty, I must write a letter telling Christian of our plan." 

By seven o clock the next night, I was ready for my grand finale. 

The Duke watched with excitement what was to be 'his Satines' last performance. 

Christian having received Harold's letter was fraught with events to come. 

Could our trust be placed in a bottle of liquid? 

Backstage I drank the liquid. One final thought of Christian. 

"Lets crash this sea-weary ship into the rocks" I whispered pressing the bottle to my blood red lips. I allowed the liquid to flow. 

The drums of the final song matching my racing heartbeat - I entered for the final curtain call. 

I collapsed. 

The poison had entered my bloodstream. 

Harold had not lied, the venom worked quickly. 

The audience gasped, hands clasped over their mouths. My lifeless body before them. 

The Duke, fuming his power over me dwindling, facing the prospect of having to reimburse his audience. 

Harold ran to me. Fellow actors standing in their places, surveying the scene before them. 

Harold wiping the perspiration from my forehead, retrieving the bottle and putting it in his pocket. "Spectacular, Spectacular", he muttered, turning his head to the blank faced audience.

"She's gone" he said quietly. 

Surrounded by actors Harold knew he had to convince them of his grief. 

Pronouncing me dead, he gently kissed my cheek. Warm lips to cold skin. 

Harold carried me home, having instructed Christian to await us there. 

Christian white as a ghost as Satine's limp body was laid upon her lavish bed. 

Christian conflicted with hurt and pure love. He kissed Satine's cold lifeless lips.

"It has not got long now, less than half an hour" Harold said glancing at the grandfather clock. "Then you must go, write me please Christian, so I know you both are safe"

A harsh knock at the door cut Harold's goodbye short. 

The Duke appeared. "Where is she?! I don't believe this! She can't be dead!" he shouted, the clock ticking like a time bomb. 

Harold and Christian’s eyes met, Satine could open her eyes at any moment their heart rates increasing with every second. 

The Duke felt for Satine’s pulse. He found none. 

With menace he said "easy to replace. Find one, just like her, you have a week" and he stormed from the room.

Satine her eyelids fluttering, the poison withdrawing from her veins whispered "Christian, Christian, where for art thou, Christian."

Encouragement!

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

Jordans draft one and two

PULP FICTION FAN FICTION (DRAFT)

For my Fan fiction I am recreating the scene involving the characters Vincent Vega and Mia Wallace.

Vincent Vega









The characters I will be using are Vincent Vega, Marcellus Wallace and his wife Mia Wallace. The setting will take place in Los Angeles in 1994.

The opening scene involves Vincent Vega admitting his attraction to his boss's wife Mia Wallace. A dangerous attraction as Marcellus Wallace, a big time gangster, 'everyone's boss' is a man whom no one wants to mess with. Vincent, instructed to take Mia out whilst his boss is away on business invites Mia out for dinner to Jack Rabbit Slims, the best 1950's restaurant in town. After stopping by his well known friend and drug dealer, Lance's house to purchase high-grade heroin, Vincent confesses his attraction to Mia Wallace and his feelings towards her. Lance offers Vincent to shoot up before the 'date' to calm Vincents nerves. Vincent, high, picks Mia up from the Wallace's home where the seductive, sexy and flirtatious Mia is waiting. Upon arriving to the restaurant Vincent discovers that like himself Mia has a taste for narcotics. Mia convinces Vincent to enter the dance competition at Jack Rabbit Slims. Taking away the dance trophy and returning to the Wallace's home after what seemed a perfect night, Vincent and Mia fall into bed with one another, much to the distaste of Mia's husband returning home to find his wife in bed with another man. Vincent escapes leaving Mia to deal with Marcellus, while he prepares to flee the country and execution from Marcellus Wallace.  








http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3VKK2mskvtg

Mia Wallace

MOULIN ROUGE meets ROMEO AND JULIET

I have decided to change my Fan fiction to the Moulin Rouge/ Romeo and Juliet. 

The characters include:

Satine

Harold

Christian

The Duke 

My fan fiction follows the original Moulin Rouge storyline, from Satine's point of view. Satine despises the horrible Duke and has fallen in love with the famous writer of the Moulin Rouge, Christian. She is caught in situation she cannot escape, with the Duke wanting to take her away from the Moulin rouge and her love Christian,forever. 

Satine, not knowing what to do, goes to Harold, her father figure for advice. Like Romeo and Juliet, Harold gives Satine a special poison, causing death to appear real to anyone unknowing of the taking. Closing night of Christians show 'Spectacular, Spectacular' Satine, the main actress, takes the poison causing her to collapse and not wake up.. yet. Harold, pronouncing Satine dead, takes her body and gives it to a 'grieving' Christian where he stays alongside Satine until she wakes. They are then left to one another, to live happily ever after!

Setting is the original Moulin Rouge, time period of 1900. 


Five related fan fictions-

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8746154/1/Moulin-Rouge-Audrey-s-Story

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9081408/1/Roxanne

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9086502/1/A-Child-of-the-Revolution

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8958637/1/Jealousy-In-Love

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8955100/1/Behind-the-Curtains