Fanfic reviews

      Second Chances, a Shaman King fan fiction.

Second Chances is a fanfic centralized around Hao Asakura (Zeke in English Translation) after he loses at the Shaman Tournament and instead of being killed, he ends up knocked out and badly injured. With this, his brother Yoh goes against the Shaman Council and tells them that he will help his brother change his ways. The Council then grants him a year with the condition that if he has not changed, they will finish him off themselves. What happened afterwards is Hao’s journey through rehabilitation with the help of two random created characters from the author.

This fan fiction was a lot of fun to read, the author created two random characters to make the story his own, blending the annoyance of random people in your home that are staying with you for a year that you’re trapped but also gives a “slice of life” feel to it where someone who despises people has to learn them to deal with them. I also liked the way how each chapter had a little drama, romance, whatever… Just so reading 50 chapters isn’t incredibly tedious; he mixes in the correct amount of elements so that it keeps you reading.

 

    Princess Jealousy, a Princess Resurrection fan fiction.

Poor Hiyorimi Hiro, he really gets himself into trouble in this one. This story is centred on Hiro as he tries to juggle a new friendship with a girl from his class whilst also realizing the depth of his feelings towards his master, Hime. As the story continues, Hime too realizes that the boy who she made one of her servants may also have the potential to become something else to her entirely.

With this one, I’m really looking forward to the next chapter, its not yet completed and I have to say, the author has a real great insight to the complications that come with being a high school kid that is also a servant for a princess who he’s fallen in love with as well as having a new person appear at your school that you feel at ease hanging around with.

 

   Addiction, a Neon Genesis Evangelion fan fiction.

Now, anyone who has ever watched this show, they will know how messed up it is. Luckily, this fan fiction adds a little levity to the world and allows the reader’s imagination to put every scenario together in any way they wish. The story paints a “what if” scenario in which what could have happened in the episode where Asuka and Shinji use an unusual method to kill time and boredom.

Making it a “what if” type of story gave it a real imaginative trait, it paints the scenario and carries on but it kind of encourages the reader to try and imagine what other things could have been added to make it more entertaining.

 

      Call me by my name, a Sora no Otoshimono fan fiction.

This anime is actually quite new but I can honestly say, I had a lot of fun watching it, sometimes I re-watch it on the same day after a marathon. This one locks onto the Angeloid, Ikaros, as she attempts to makes sense of her feelings towards her master, Tomoki, and with her being an “alien” that’s been programmed without many emotional traits, it’s quite difficult for her to do so without making a fool of herself.

I’m actually surprised that the author hasn’t added some more chapters to this; I thought it was a one-shot but maybe they’re just busy, I liked this story cause with the series not having many fan fictions, it might be wuite interesting to see what ideas people could come up with. Starting with this series as a base was a pretty good move for the newbie writer and I hope they will finish this one soon.

Jason's FF

This is a little fanfic for Sora no Otoshimono (Heaven's Lost Property), I'm still thinking about whether I should continue writing it or not...
I do not own the rights to this anime or the characters so don't sue me.

 

Sorami City, it’s a small town nestled in the mountains. Population of about 7000, it isn’t really known for anything but if it was, it would be the smile on the old farmer’s face or the view of the city seen from a secret spot in the mountains… But with a childhood friend equipped with a wicked karate chop, a weirdo that flies through the sky, a mafia woman that’s always out to get him and these strange winged creatures that are now living at his house, for Tomoki Sakurai, living a quiet idyllic life was far out of his reach.

“Peace and quiet truly is the best…” Tomoki was sitting in his living room with a cup of tea and the newspaper, enjoying his peace since his usual houseguests were off doing something, just as long as they didn’t do anything stupid…

~~~CRASH~~~

‘Geez… Here we go again…’ Tomoki thought after Ikaros crash landed through the roof.

“Master…” Ikaros quietly walked closer, snapping Tomoki out of his thoughts. “Umm…”

“What the hell are you doing Ikaros?! I keep telling you, use the damn door!!” Tomoki shouted, about to start one of his usual lectures to Ikaros about being more human.

“I’m sorry Master…” Ikaros replied sadly, the Pet-Class Angeloid, type Alpha, always tried to be more human for her master, that way she’d be able to stay by his side. ‘I always make Master angry…’

“Sigh… What are you doing anyway?” Tomoki calmed himself when he saw her expression. ‘She hardly ever smiles or laughs but her other emotions are all intact, I wonder why… She always looks so sad, so lonely…’

“Playing hide and seek Master, we’re all playing. Nymph wants you to join us Master.” Ikaros had a strange look on her face when she said this. ‘I want him to join us too but… I can’t say it… I can’t even call him by his name…’

“Sure, I’ll play Ikaros. I need to get something upstairs, fix the roof before you go back.” With that, Tomoki went upstairs to his room.

‘Heh heh heh…’ Tomoki snickered as he went upstairs, ‘No one knows the Tomoki system is back online… Before I go join them, I’ll have some fun of my own.’

As he opened the bedroom door, the past month’s work glimmered in the sun. The *Tomoki* system had been improved quite a bit, he had used one of Ikaros’ cards to hide the system from everyone and he’d also made a kaleidoscope type interchanger so he didn’t have to keep moving around his room for different views.

Tomoki pulled up a chair, pulled the *pervert-scope* down from the ceiling and got real comfortable, ‘Wonder what’s on TV today…?’

‘Time to check out the goods, scope out the competition…’ Every perverted thought that crossed Tomoki’s mind put a huge smile on his face; peace and perversion were his favourite things in the world so he could get both at the same time without Ikaros interrupting him or his childhood friend, Sohara Mitsuki, showing up and getting violent or some other nonsense happening involving his other *permanent* houseguests… It truly was Christmas come early for the hyper perverted boy.

‘Here we go, let the peeking party begin!!’ ~Party whistle~

Tomoki decided to start with the garden, maybe someone was hiding there… Not like they could hide from him. And it seems he guessed right, there was someone lurking there, in perfect vantage of the *pervert-scope*.

His childhood friend, Sohara, was leaning against a tree; she had just fallen into the little spring in Tomoki’s backyard while trying to hide from whoever was the tagger. “I need to change but I have to wait until the all clear, they’re all cheating, having those wings and sensors and special powers… Huh? Feels like someone’s…” Thoughts interrupted, she started brushing the leaves off herself and looked around.

‘Ah… The wet look, one of my favourites.’ Perverted dreams ran through Tomoki’s mind while trying to contain an enormous nose bleed. ‘Sohara; Bust 94, Waist 59, Hips 83, her jubblies never fail to excite me… Hmm, looks like they grew again, I wonder how big they’ll get before…’ An explosive nose bleed knocked him back from the *pervert-scope*, sending him into the wall and making a large enough racket for Sohara to know something’s up.

“Urgh… there’s something creepy about this spot… I think something or someone is watching me…” Sohara moved away from the tree and started recon on the area, determined to find the source of the creepy feeling. “I can feel it, something’s watching me! It’s probably Tomoki that pervert!! I swear I’m going to kill him this time if he’s set up that perverted system again!”

But before she could lock onto the *pervert scope* sight, Tomoki quickly switched his viewpoint with a couple trigger clicks, changing over to a street view of a ramen stall close to his school.

‘Heh heh… I really like this place, always plenty of great jubblies to go with the food.’ He glanced over a bit to the right and found type Delta, Astraea, sitting there. ‘Figures, that girl is always hungry.’    

SeolJi's Final@!

In the movie, the story takes place before those events when Evelyn Salt is still a double agent and loyal to the Russian Government. It shows that she has been leaking information to the Russian Government and leaking information from the CIA and America for years before she has a change of heart.

Evelyn Salt has successfully infiltrated the CIA as a Russian mole. This fanfic recounts one of her earlier missions to cover her tracks.

This fan fiction is based on the movie Salt and the events therein. In this movie, Evelyn Salt is senior CIA agent who is caught red handed providing the Russian government with intelligence and then kills CIA agents. She is eventually found out and is hunted by the American Government because they believe her to be a Russian agent who is an enemy of America.

There were some loud sounds coming from outside. I had a headache because of the loud sound. I covered my body with my blanket again, I tried to close my eyes harder and harder but I couldn’t sleep. I turned my body to the right again. I always wriggle my whole body before falling asleep. These days, I often suffer from insomnia. I worry about how much I’m sleeping because my insomnia is so excruciatingly bad. I’m constantly opening my eyes minute after minute because of my history as a mole and always having to be alert.  

I was waiting for that fucking noise sound to stop as it was like a drill to my skull.

Dark, awake and asleep, I couldn’t control myself and I was constantly trying to check the time on my phone but I was too tired to move my body. Eventually I built up the energy to confront the noise and managed to drag myself to the door but I was stopped in my tracks. I had forgotten to turn the kitchen light off. Dazzled in the bright light I became momentarily blinded. Then it hit me, Dejavu. A few days ago, I remembered a similar situation in which fluorescent light flooded the room as I was sending intelligence to my contact at a safe house.

Oh, no! If I am caught I will be captured and questioned, maybe even killed. There’s no way for me to escape. It’s my only option, shoot.

I draw my Glock 23 .40 from my jacket and proceed to aim towards the bright lights illuminating the doorway.  BANG! My first bullet cleanly rips through the first CIA agents head splattering his gooey brain all over the doorway. BANG! The second agent is dead before the first even hits the ground. I don’t have much time until more agents arrive at the scene so I move quickly. I grab both of the bodies and drag them simultaneously out to my yellow Lamborghini Aventador. I speed away only stopping to drop the bodies into the river that divides the city in two. I arrive home and swiftly make my way upstairs into my bedroom. I change my clothes, head downstairs to the kitchen and start the timer on the c4 which is wired to the entire house should anything happen. I leave through the backdoor walk around to the front and reenter. Then I walk out the back door and make my way on foot to the safe house.

I learned to move efficiently as I was killing targets constantly. I overcame my emotions a long time ago through my intensive training as a CIA agent. Realistically thinking, the consumption of emotion didn’t help me at all. It was introduced to us as an inhibitor that we had to overcome to succeed in our missions.

My only option now was to inform Orlov, my contact about my current situation and hope we can work something out.

I arrive at the safe house and go enter to code for the alarm. I go inside and see Orlov sitting down smoking a joint.

“Orlov, it’s urgent!” I yelled.

“I already know” he replied with a daunting look upon his face.

“I killed two CIA agents Orlov,” I screamed.

“Why are you panicking?” said Orlov.

“We need to go now,” I moaned at him in hopes he would do something.

“Why are you panicking? Maybe it’s hard, but you’re not the same as other people, so you have to throw away your emotions,” Said Orlov.

“I know I’m not a normal human being if you’re judging me from an emotional aspect, but I’m a perfect killer and I’m damn proud.”

“It’s just a shame you were caught.”

“The CIA knows you’re a mole now. I’m so sorry but our bosses in Russia say you’re a liability. ”

Orlov stands up and pulls out his handgun and aims it at my head.

“I’m sorry, any last words?” He whispers.

I stare down into the abyss that is my fate and wait for the end to come.

Josiahs Fan Fiction Final

Josiahs Fanfic draft

Adventure Time with Finn and Jake

The case of the adventure that never was

On a crisp morning much like this Finn wanted Jake to come on a walk with him

"Come on Jake, it'll be fun as!" said Finn

"Ooh I don't wanna, I want to stay home and watch infomercials on TV," replied Jake who was sitting on the couch.

"Dude, I didn't want to tell you this but for a dog, you're fat and it embarrasses me out in public, so get up because you don't have a choice in the matter," yelled Finn from the front door.

After another 20 minutes of encouragement by Finn, Jake reluctantly gets off the couch stumbles out the door to meet Finn who is waiting at the letterbox and the two friends set out on their walk unaware of the adventure that awaits them.

After one hour of walking the two friends found themselves in the countryside near Candy Kingdom, Jake all of a sudden blurts out "what's that awful smell?".

Finn replied, " well I did fart 30 seconds ago and I was hoping that you wouldn't notice".

"No, no it's not your fart I'm smelling," said Jake "I like the smell of yours but this smell is just pure stench. It smells like Indian food and a baby diaper combined together".

"Oh yea," said Finn, "It smells like someones vomit covered it burnt hair".

"No one should ever have to smell this," exclaimed Jake, "lets find whatever it is that's causing the smell and get rid of it forever".

"Forever?" said Finn.

"Yes Finn, forever," replied Jake.



So off they went, they followed it high and low, left to right, through swamps and over mountains till finally they were walking beside a river when Jake called Finn over to tell him he had found some footprints in the mud.

"Hey Finn, I've found some footprints in the mud," said Jake.

"Are they big scary footprints? Because if they are I'm getting out of here right now," replied Finn.

"No they're not scary," Jake said while morphing his hand into a magnifying glass to take a closer look, "but this footprint does have eight toes, oh my gosh this footprint has eight toes!".

"Eight toes?"

"Eight freaken toes," said Jake in excitement, "Finn I want to go and find the person with eight toes".

"What? I thought we were going to get rid of the disgusting smell remember?" Finn said confused "forever?".

"Trust me Finn," Jake said with confidence, "if this was a food chain the person with eight toes would be number one and the disgusting smell would be at number 17, below alien invasion but above a cat with three eyes".

"Ok your the boss," replied Finn, "You lead the way".



So the two adventure enthusiasts set their sail for a new course in search for the person with eight toes. They followed the footprints through a field of lavender, then through a field of clover, through a field of sunflowers and finally through a field or roses which left them with a few scratches and they weren't happy about it.

"I'm not happy about that field of roses Finn, it left me with a lot of scratches," yelled Jake in frustration.

"Jake why are you just copying whatever the narrator says?" said Finn.

"I'm not doing that and if I am its purely a coincidence," replied Jake, "nothing more". 

"Ok whatever you say," murmured Finn, "I'm just saying sometimes you need to make your own lines".

"What did you say?" snapped Jake.

"I just said sometimes the narrator steals your lines so he can get the glory, but you shouldn't be doing that Mr Narrator," said Finn shaking his fist angrily at the sky.

"Dude, who are you shaking your fist at?" said Jake pointing his finger, "the narrator is in that car over there. I can't believe you didn't notice. He follows us everyday it's part of our contract with Nickelodeon".

Jake and Finn stood their for a while under the setting sun debating their contract. The day was coming to end when they realised this was the first day in six months that they had not finished an adventure they set out to do.

"Finn, I just realised this is the first day in six months that we haven't finished one of our adventures," said Jake.

"Jake you just copied him again," replied Finn.

"Copied who again?"

Copied me again you idiot, I've had enough of this so I'm getting out of here. See you two again tomorrow for another boring adventure.

The End

Andy's FanFic

This fanfic is based on the movie "The Truman Show". It is about what happens after the movie.

 “Dr.Redfield, Mr. Truman Burbank is here.”

 “Please let him in,” I said to the secretary. I put down the newspaper with a big bold heading which read He’s Escaped. I almost certainly knew why he would be here to see me today. Everyone knew who this man was, he was a celebrity for over decades and everybody loved him. However, the love he received, he could not give back.  I looked up to see a man nervously looking around and trying to iron down his jacket with shaky hands. He had sunken cheeks and showed noticeable dark circles under his eyes. The image of him face-to-face and on TV conflicted very much.

 “Please come in Mr.Burbank,” I indicated to a sofa next my couch. “My name is Dr.Redfield. You can either sit or lie down, whatever is comfortable for you.”

 Truman smiled nervously and murmured ‘Thank you’, and carefully sat on the far end of sofa. He glanced at the far wall with bookshelves through corner of his eyes. He continued to fidget his hands as if he was unable to stay calm.

 “Mr.Burbank,” he jumped as if he forgot I was there. “What brings you here today?”

 “I, um, have trouble sleeping at night,” he smiled sheepishly. “The neighbours make too much noise at night,” he glanced at the bookshelves again.

 “Are you interested in my books, Mr.Burbank?”

 He suddenly leaped up and looked straight at my eyes furiously. “How did you know I was looking that way?! Are you in this? Are you part of this?”

 “No, Mr.Burbank. Whatever you are accusing me of, it is not true. There’s only you and me in this room,” I held up my hands to calm him down.  “Please have a sit.”

 After few moments, he slowly sat back on the sofa. He looked wearily and frustrated. He leaned forwards and wrapped his head in his hands. “I’m sorry doctor. I didn’t mean to shout at you like that. I need help,” he whispered.

 “What made you keep looking at the bookshelves, Mr.Burbank?” I asked softly. He sat back and started to speak but stopped himself. He looked away and reluctantly started to speak.

 “I think everyone is still watching me. Watching every move I make wherever I am. I KNOW I’m not on the show anymore, I KNOW I’m not being watched, I KNOW there are no cameras in every corner. I have Sylvia to thank for that. She constantly reminds me that so how could I forget,” he smiled fondly when he mentioned Slyvia. Happiest I had ever seen him since he stepped into the room. But the smile quickly disappeared. “But I can’t help to think what if it’s not real? What if this is just next part of the show? I mean, just last night during the dinner it was just me and Sylvia. I made a joke which made her giggle and then exact at that moment, I hear laughter from the streets. How do you explain that!? ”

 Suddenly it was up to me to explain why some random people on the street laughed at that exact moment. I mentally noted that the client, Mr.Burbank, showed many obvious symptoms of paranoia and delusion that he was still part of the show. Also possible occurrences of hallucination due to post traumatic stress from the Truman Show. It was important for me to convince him that it was just a mere coincidence and he could not link every incidence to him.

 “Mr.Burbank, I do not know why there was laughter from the street at that moment. But, what is important is that you need to learn to accept things that happen around you do not always involve you.  Now Mr.Burbank, you mentioned you are having trouble sleeping at night. Do you mind if you could elaborate?”

 Truman did not seem convinced. Chances were that he still thinks I’m part of ‘them’ so should know how it happened. He did not seem comfortable but began to explain. “In the show, they had cameras everywhere. In the bedrooms, the kitchen, the bathroom, everywhere. They watched me do things that a normal person would only do in their privacy. You have to understand doctor. I never feel alone, I CAN’T feel alone.  I feel self-conscious all the time. Even in darkness,” he shifted uncomfortably. “You know, all I ever wanted to do was to explore the world. Go on a trip and see different things, different people, different lives. I don’t know where it all went wrong. Ignorance is bliss, don’t you think?” he smiled sadly with glassy eyes.

 I paused. He seemed so innocent even child-like. His burden on his shoulders was too heavy that he could not do one thing he only ever wanted to do. It was heartbreaking. His life was ruined for the sake of others’ entertainment. The case was as extremely as it could get and I needed to consult my colleagues.

 “Well, Mr. Burbank, I believe we have established our situation at a satisfactory level. So for now, I would like for us leave at this.”

 He nodded. He slowly got up and opened the door. He was immediately greeted by Sylvia who looked happy as ever. She looked up to see me and her eyes told different story. She was on a verge of breaking point and everyday was a struggle for her. She desperately searched for any hope from me. Hope for comfort, hope for better future. She didn't find it.

Sam FF Final

THREE SECOND GIRL  

 This story is based on the movie "A Millionaires first love" with members of the idol group Girls Generation replacing the two leads. This is viewed from Taeyeon's perspective.

 1… 2… 3… Three seconds. That’s how long it took for me to fall for her.

 “Sorry,” she squealed as she took off at top speed into the distance.

My arm still tingled from our collision. What’s happening? Who is she? Where is she going? I stood there for what seemed like hours, unable to move my body until I was forced back into reality by a faint voice.

“Hey Taeyeon!” someone yelled out from the distance.

I quickly snapped out of the trance. “Oh Yuri,” I yelled back.

“What’s wrong with you?“ said Yuri.

What is she on about? I thought to myself. She must have seen me standing out here staring at nothing and looking like an idiot. Way to go Taeyeon.

She pushed me and said “hurry up dork. We’re late for class.”

We run into class and everyone’s doing their usual thing messing around and not paying any attention whatsoever.

“Late again eh girls,” Mrs Hwang snarled looking at us with those creepy eyes of hers.
"I swear one of these days she’s going to come to our houses and murder us in our sleep," I muttered to Yuri as we walked to our seats. She giggled and nodded in agreement at my morbid sense of humor. I proceeded to sit down in one of the empty seat at the back of the room behind Yuri and Jessica.
“Now where was I, Oh yes! This is Yoona who has just moved down here. Please make her feel at home,” barked Mrs Hwang.

My vision was blinded momentarily as the sunlight hit her beautiful face. It was her! The girl I had bumped into earlier! The three second girl. Yoona. She's so gorgeous. To my surprise she walked up to the back and sat in the seat next to me.

“Hi,” she whispered softly.

I said nothing. I was too stunned to say anything.

“Hello, is anyone home?” she said and giggled.

I didn’t reply. I was too immersed in her beauty.

“You are very pretty,” she said smiling.

“Thanks,” I managed to squeal out. I was in complete disbelief with the statement she had just made.

“Hey I remember you! You’re the girl who bumped into me earlier aren’t you?” she said. She pouted a little. “That hurt!”

“Sure,” I replied with a small smile in return. “I would love too."

“It’s okay. Anyway, now that we're friends you should show me around!” she exclaimed while smiling at her little joke.

“Sure,” I replied, with a small smile emerging from my lips. “I would love too."

Over the next few months we grew closer. We were practically inseparable. You couldn’t find one of us without finding the other and with our friendship growing, so were my feelings for Yoona. I could only hope that she would feel the same way. There was something odd about her though. There was something that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. She was hiding something. She had some sort of secret, I was absolutely positive but I had no clue as what she was hiding. This is where my heartbreak began.

“Where have you been I asked her?” She hadn’t been to school in a week and was missing consecutive days at random times.

“I’ve had a cold,” said Yoona.

“Are you okay?” I questioned her. “I’ve been worried sick.”

“Yes I’m fine so don’t worry about me okay,” she said as her face saddened.

I knew she was lying again. It was the same excuse that she had given me last time and today I would make it my mission to find out why.

I waited until school was finished and said goodbye to all of my friends. Then I prepared myself and followed her. She walked up the street and into town. Not surprisingly she made her way to the hospital and proceeded to go inside. I decided to follow just to be sure. It took me all but five seconds to lose her. Scrambling around I quickly attempted to find her again but to no avail. I walked about for 15 minutes then decided to give up and go home.

I started to walk out when all of a sudden I overheard a girl crying in the corridor. It was Yoona.

She glanced up and saw me standing there.

"Taeyeon," she said with tears dripping down her unbelievably perfect features onto an already tear drenched T-shirt.

"What's wrong?" I asked, stunned by the look engrossing her beautiful face.

"I'm dying Taeyeon. I have been suffering from a terminal illness and I don't have much time left," she said with a grim tone.

My heart almost died. The look on her face said it all. I didn't think it was this bad. "But you can't die! why? how is this possible?" I had started to shake uncontrollably. I ran to comfort her and within a second I had wrapped my arms around her body and squeezed like I was hanging on for dear life.

"Taeyeon, there's something I need to tell you," she whispered.

"I love you!" I blurted out. "I love you so much Yoona."

"I know," she replied. "I love you too Taeyeon."

We stayed there for hours embracing and crying. I didn't know what to do. I was happy that I had finally confronted her but at the same time my heart was dying because of her situation. From that day forth it was a constant battle against her illness. My day consisted of sitting next to her bedside comforting her, holding her, loving her, and as each day passed she became worse until the day came where she finally passed away.

I would always cherish the memories we shared and our short but meaningful time spent with one another and I know deep down in my heart, that I would always remember that three second girl.

SeolJi Park's Fanfiction Reviews

Sherlock Holmes 

This is a fan fiction of Sherlock Holmes. In this story, Holmes’s friend argued with Holmes who Watson moved out his house. Watson climbed into Hanson cab and run away from Holmes. He was back because he always drawn close to Holmes. Watson worried about Holmes and climbed out cab, so they were back to room. Holmes told Watson that Journal about falling in love, not a diary of any kind. Watson was merely upset and annoyed because he had discovered his deepest secret but Holmes revealed the secret. Also Holmes loved him as well. Watson left Holmes because Watson thought that Holmes is a sociopath.

I like this fan fiction between Holmes and Watson, also I like the words “Love has nothing to do with logic, it has to do with emotions” by Watson. The story had no happy ending so it makes the story realistic and makes me more interesting to expect an ending for their both happiness.

 The Big Bang Theory

One of the Fan fictions is The Big Bang Theory that is sitcom. In this fan fiction, Sheldon tried to teach Penny how to bake.

I love Big Bang Theory, it is so awesome and I know main characters in drama. But this fan fiction is absolutely terrible, it is plain boring. I could not imagine that relate the characters from original TV Show and fan fiction. The author did not try and connect with the characters. Also writer changed main characters of actors.

Salt 

 This fan fiction is based on the movie Salt. The movie is about a double life, CIA Agent called Evelyn who goes on the run after a defector accuses her being a Russian spy. This fan fiction plot told about Evelyn’s past memories. She was trained for all her life not to feel pain, fear and emotions like robot. Finally, she felt that she managed to gain in spite of all the time they spent poisoning her perception of her own worth. And the events that she faces as a CIA agent made have second thoughts of her rationale. Throughout the movie viewers realise why Evelyn has these thoughts.

This was an interesting Fan Fiction where I enjoyed how it was told through a first person perspective. This allows the audiences to feel as if they are Evelyn Salt in the movie. It was quite interesting when events that led up to the climax I really felt very excited. The fan fiction summarises and adds up bits and pieces of the puzzle on why Evelyn decided to change her ways at the end of the film. The movie demonstrates that even if a person who is incapable of showing feelings, there will always be something inside of them that will spark their emotions. In the movie Evelyn was felt emotion when she was in Korea. This was where she was tortured and find someone that would sacrifice anything they have for the safety of their loved ones. This fan fiction worked very well.

 

Wanted

This is an additional scene from the movie, Wanted. The movie is about a man named Wesley Gibson where his life changes after being introduced and exposed to a fraternity of assassins. This fan fiction is about the decoy which was used in order for Wesley to kill the leader of the fraternity, Sloan. During the movie, they do not reveal who the decoy was or where Wes met him where The fan fiction answers those questions with a surprising ending.

This Fan Fiction was a very inspiring and interesting read. The author tries something distinctive from other movies and attempts to undertake a comedic approach to the movie. The movie itself is filled with exhilarating action scenes with gun thrust assassins with a more invigorating summary line. This Fan Fiction breaks the concept of seriousness and offers the readers something to laugh at. Die-hard fans would probably be disappointed in this fan fiction because of the obscene humour in it. Although, I had a delightful time reading it and I also understand that the author would have enjoyed writing it. 

Sex and The City

A fan fiction based on the series of the first 'Sex and the City' from movie. Carrie’s partner, Big, had abruptly abandoned Carrie on their wedding day leaving her in grief as she thinks without her emotions. The story gives a clear insight into the personal thoughts of Carrie as she continues to live her life, moving into the future trying to forget the past.
This fan fiction is worked well. It is exploring the themes of love and pain. The author works well about Carrie as the developing qualities of her characters.