Luando- Final

Onto You

 “Bella, come on! Breakfast time, I don’t want you missing out on anything important on your first day of school.” I’m coming! She quickly replies fixing up the last strand of her misplaced hair. “Wow Bella you do know you’re in Forks Arizona now honey, around here girls just tie their hair in a ponytail and their good to go” says her father jokingly as she takes her place on the kitchen table.”. After a good half hour at breakfast talking with her father and an awkward yes no conversation with her soon to be stepmother, it was time to leave. “I’m sure it won’t take long to figure out you’re the sheriffs daughter” says her father with pride on their drive to school. Great, just great. People knowing she was the sheriff’s daughter was the last thing on her mind.

After settling her into her subjects for the year, she headed off to locate her first class, Chemistry. As she made her way to the room she came across a different rage of students. “Miss Bella Carter, come on in” greeted an old man wearing a white cloak looking like a typical scientist. As she quickly scanned the room looking for a spare seat hoping for one at the back he quickly interrupts her thoughts again “aahh Bella, take a seat next to Edward. He will be your chemistry buddy for the rest of the year. I trust that you will make her feel welcomed Edward please”. She walks quickly to her seat as she felt all eyes on her. Soon after class was in full swing.

 “Hi, the names Edward. Edward Cullen” His face was white as snow, he looked so flawless, his teeth were perfect and not one strand of his hair was out of place. She quickly pulled herself together and managed to pull a few string of words to say, “Hi Bella. I mean my names Bella” Throughout the entire class Edward helped her get to know who was who around school and a brief introduction of all her teachers. He seemed to have all the qualities in which Bella liked in a guy. What more could she possibly ask for. Either he found her interesting as well or he was very well mannered.

The next day as she pulled into school, to her surprise Edward was waiting for her in the car park. "Good morning" he smiles as she shyly hops out of her car. "Oh hey, good morning" she quickly mutters back. "So I was thinking, maybe I can show you around town after school if you have not seen it" Now that was an offer Bella was sure not going to argue with. After agreeing on a meeting spot that was familiar to Bella, they both parted ways and headed to form period. Now all she needed to do was get through another 6 hours of school and her and Edward would be together again.

“Brrrriiiiinggggg…” The sound of the school for home time could not come any soon enough. As Bella quickly makes her way to the spot where Edward had asked her to meet him, she could not help but feel a little warm and fuzzy inside herself. Walking and packing her bag at the same time while listening to her ipod she did not realize the fast speed of the oncoming truck speeding towards her. As she looked up with fear in her eyes with the truck approaching inches away from her only to be pushed back by Edward.

She wasn’t sure what was more horrific the near fate of her death or the sudden appearance of Edward. “What just happened? Where did you come from?” as Bella quickly begins to asks questions. Something did not seem right, how did he manage to save her in that amount of time but he was nowhere to be seen. She knew for sure she was not hallucinating. If only she could have more energy to ask him more questions until everything started to become all white and blurry.

“Bella, you are awake, thank goodness” As she scans around the room to see her Dad and step mum sitting on each of the bed she quickly tried to gather her memory. “What happened? Why am I here” she asks her Dad. “You blanked out after your near fright of getting hit by a truck earlier on this afternoon” The truck and her memory of Edward rushing in to save her all began to come back to her. “Dad, I must see Edward” Bella says as she quickly tries to get up. “Edward can wait till tomorrow” he replies “until then, get some sleep”.

Sleep could not come quick enough. The next morning Bella was packed and all ready to be discharged. “Dad, I need to go and see Edward” she tells her father even though she knew he would not be happy about her choice. 10 minutes later after promising him that she’ll return back home no longer than after 3 hours she was on her way. Driving to the Cullen’s home she had so many questions in her mind that needed answers. What really did happen last night? How fast was he to block the truck from harming her? Where did he appear from all of a sudden? Too busy with these questions pondering in her head, within minutes Bella had arrived at her destinations, the Cullen’s.

Admiring the big, large mansion as she was walking up she tried to see if anyone was home but only saw one car in sight. Instead her thoughts were over taken by loud voices, “Edward! We are telling you, we cannot afford to be exposed, whoever she is, and she must not know our secret”. What secret? As she quietly moves into the house through the already open door she listens to more. “What do you think will happen if she was to find out who we really are? Anything can get happened. A lot of people will be in danger. Her included” Before she could move or say anything else a familiar voice answers, “Do not worry, she will never find out we are vampires. Never”

Stunned, scared and frightened. Was this really true? Was what she heard true? Only time would tell as she turned around to leave, she was faced with 5 amused looking vampires staring right back at her...

FINAL COPY. Tintins holiday and the missing Treaty of Waitangi.

Tintins holiday and the missing Treaty of Waitangi.

A sunny day with a warm temperature makes a great day to be about, especially at the beach. “This looks like a nice spot to eat” said Tintin. As Tintin spreads his blanket out on the sand, the only thing on his mind was the Fish n Chips he was about to eat for lunch, and the only thing on Snowy’ mind was the tasty bone he’d found in a rubbish bin some miles back.

As Tintin lies down after devouring his delicious lunch and slowly falls into slumber, he is woken by Snowy who has now finished his lunch and began chewing what looks like a newspaper of some sort.

Tintin, intrigued by the matter runs over to see what it really is. When he finally manages to get it off Snowy, he reads the following “WANTED, for the THEFT OF THE TREATY OF WAITANGI”.

“Great snakes snowy!” It’s Thompson.

Thompson has been a friend of Tintin’ for years but what he couldn't understand was why on earth he was in New Zealand and why there was a WANTED poster for his arrest.

“This can’t be right; Thompson would never do such a thing. We must go to the Museum immediately!” Said Tintin.

Tintin and Snowy gather their belongings and make their way to the museum. When they arrive, the shiny, reinforced glass box in the centre of the ground floor of the museum along with its gold detailing and greenstone plaque is empty. “I wonder what he would want with it, it’s of no use and priceless to him…”. As Tintin walks around the room, rubbing his head he notices a light purple handkerchief with paisley detailing and the initials T.T on it.

“A clue snowy, is this coincidence or has our friend really been here and stolen this piece of history, we must look for him before somebody of more authority does”.

Having just exited the front entrance of the museum, Tintin notices Snowy has disappeared. He turns around only to see snowy run around a corner.

“Snowy, wait!”

Tintin curious as to where Snowy is headed chases after him and finally manages to see why the sudden change of direction. A trail of cheese scone crumbs. He catches up to Snowy but only because the trail of tasty scone crumbs has stopped. With a fork in the pathway, and no more crumbs to follow, the pair are lost... “What now?” says Tintin.

Achew!

“Snowy, did you hear that?”

Achew!!

“I think it came from that bush,” pointing towards an area of macrocarpa trees. Tintin and Snowy make their way toward the bushes, and after pushing among the trees they stumble upon the person they heard sneezing!

 Thompson!

Tintin!

“What are you doing hiding among these trees? And what on earth are you doing here in New Zealand, have you been following us?” Said Tintin.

Before Thompson could explain, he couldn't help but sneeze again. “I believe this might belong to you” said Tintin handing him the purple handkerchief he’d found in the museum earlier.

“Why yes, yes that is mine. Thank you” Replied Thompson.

Before anything else could be said, Tintin pulls out the wanted poster. “Thompson, why on earth did you steal the Treaty of Waitangi from the local museum, and don’t lie because we found your handkerchief at the scene” said Tintin.

 “Please, let me explain. After rumours circulated in Bali about a Treaty agreement between the Maori and Pakeha people, my brother was out to steal it hoping he could hold it for some sort of ransom, I thought he was only kidding, but after he booked a flight I had to chase after him and stop him from stealing the darn thing” responded Thompson short of breathe.

“That explains your handkerchief at the scene”. Said Tintin.

“Exactly, I was barely able to walk around and look for clues before I was being chased and blamed for the theft of it. That’s why I’m here in this bush; the local authorities chased me for a good mile. I simply had to hide” said Thompson.

“We must go to the authorities immediately! Explain to them the situation, you can’t hide here forever” said Tintin.

“It’s weird, I overheard my brother talking on the phone before he left, it was mumbled banter, but from what I made out, he would be leaving with the Treaty via boat, it would be too risky flying out with it” said Thompson.

“Well that’s that then, we’ll go to the Authorities, tell them what’s happened and we’ll head to the docks to see if we can catch him. He’s not going to want to hang around if he’s already stolen it! Said Tintin.

“Put this hooded sweatshirt on and keep your head down” muttered Tintin.

The trio snuck from among the bushes back to the walkway they had come down, to be sure nobody see them and think it be suspicious. Tintin walks at the front, snowy at the back with Thompson in the middle hoping they won’t draw too much attention to themselves.

“That’s him!”

Out of nowhere, four officers jump on Thompson taking him to the ground. They arrest him and take him for questioning regarding the stolen property. They sit Thompson down and begin to interrogate him.

“What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I may look like the guy on your WANTED poster, but you have my word, it’s not me but my brother. Here, I have photos of us together” said Thompson as he pulled a wallet from his pocket.

 “I came here to stop him from stealing the Treaty but as a result our identities have been mixed up. Look, all I know is that I overheard him talking on the phone about leaving for Thailand via boat once this Treaty thing had been stolen”.

“I suggest you go to the docks before it’s too late!” Demanded Thompson.

The authorities immediately race down to the docks, where in the distance they see a familiar face loading cargo onto a boat named “The White Lady”.

“He wasn't lying” whispered one officer to another.

“Hold it right there!”

Before the Thief could climb up his rope ladder to escape, the authorities had him by the ankles.

We've got you now mate, it’s over.  Now hand over the Treaty.

Darksouls Fanfiction: Final.

Backstory: The character Pinwheel is a fictional character in the video game franchise “Dark souls”. Pinwheel is one of the bosses in this game. I felt he was under represented as a character in the game as most people just rushed through his part and didn't understand what his story was about. I personally thought the story of him was one of the better stories in the game.

Pinwheel.

How long has it been? All these years upon years of misery. The world around me eroding endlessly as I cling to this goal. Where did I go wrong? What have I done to deserve this? Every time I see my refection in the pool of water that has accumulated in my tomb I am reminded of the decision I made years ago. This mask as if insulting me represents the burden I carry and the constant weight upon my shoulders, the mask of a father. My wife, the mother, the one I love rests upon my shoulders forced to endure my mistake, unable to rightfully rest, she wears the mask of a mother, a life giver. Seeing her gives me the vitality to live on. And then there is my child, the cruel judgement the gods made for my actions have gifted him a fate I would not wish on anyone. My child, who has endless amounts of energy, wears the mask of the child. Seeing him gives me the will power and endurance to live on.

   
     When my family was taken from me I was mad with grief; I was not thinking straight. I tried to bring them back. This was a mistake; I should not have committed the deed on that day. I was desperate, and without family a man is alone in this god forsaken world. I should have known the price of reanimating the dead was more than a man could bear; the price more than anyone could pay.
   
     My will and desperation to be reunited with my family backfired greatly. My family lives but we have become, whole. A single entity forced to roam this land, cursed and shunned from the outside world. Spending day after day tirelessly researching, book after book, experiment after experiment. Working on necromancy until the day I will be able to separate our souls and live as individuals. There are days where I wonder, have I lost my way? Are the lives of others really less important than my families? Should I carry on experimenting when I could be hurting others? But I can’t stop not when I've done this, I have to bear the burden and pay the price even if I do go insane with the little humanity I have left, in one of these books there must be an answer I’m sure of it, all this effort will not be wasted!

My mind clouded I was not thinking straight, I betrayed the covenant and stole from the grave lord. I risked my life thinking I had a chance of saving them, I am a fool to think such a thing. yet I am still clinging to hope.

-Crash-

     What was that?! What has entered my tomb? I turn around and see two figures that have entered my domain. Why have they come? The two figures gaze around my tomb. As they look around they see the piles of bones and the hanging skeletons from my past experiments. They see the piles of necromancy books circling the room. Their eyes slowly fall upon me. I can feel their hate, their anger; they want to rid me of this earth. They look at me as if I’m an abomination, why must it be like this. They unsheathe their weapons and walk cautiously towards me. I have nowhere to escape. Why won’t they allow me to explain? I must protect my research, all that I have worked hard for I must protect. I look at my family for what could be the last time and prepare myself.

     The figures that I can now see as knights ready themselves as they move ever closer to me preparing to attack. They lunge. I defend and attack back but two on one is too much of a challenge for my disfigured body and I am unable to avoid their devastating blows. This fight was too one sided.

The battle ends. As they gaze down at the husk of what is left of my body, I think to myself, I have lost. Everything I have done; all the anguish and misery over the years were for nothing, why must it end this way?
   
     What have I done to deserve this torturous fate the gods have bestowed upon me. I was getting so close to achieving my goals and they were taken away from me in an instant. The unavoidable fate that is death has taken me at a time where I was at my most vulnerable and defenseless. My family forgive me; I was unable to save you.

“I’m so sorry.”

END

Winnie-the-Pooh final draft - Inga (Note formating and pictures did not transfer sucessfully.)

An adventure of Winnie-The-Pooh

In which Pooh goes for a walk and forgets something important

It was a quiet morning in the Hundred Acre Woods. Quiet as only the early morning can be. The sun filtered through the trees throwing patterns onto the forest floor.    
“Just the thing,” thought Winne-the-Pooh, “yes, perfect for a walk”.

He set off; first along the meadow and then along the forest path. As he walked along, he hummed a little ditty to himself. It went something like this; “Oh a sunny, sunny morning, with a honey, honey jar...”

It wasn’t until a while later when he sang his ditty a second time that he reached for his honey jar and saw that he’d forgotten it.

“Oh Bother,” sighed Pooh. ‘Well, I’ll just have to go back for it,’ he decided.

Looking around, Pooh wondered where exactly he was. He was gazing at a stand of pines. They looked familiar and he wondered if he had walked past them before.

 “Yes, it’s a funny thing that! Now if I could just remember when or where or even why...” he trailed off.   

“Well, anyhow,” Pooh reasoned with himself, “if I simply walk back the way I came…that is, walk backwards, so as not to confuse myself, then I shall walk back home.” And nodding each time he said the word ‘back’ to assure himself that this would indeed work, Pooh began shuffling back.

He even found a rhythm to his feet, and sang;                                                                             “Oh a sunny, sunny morning, with no honey, honey jar, it’s a funny, funny feeling with no honey, honey jar…” He thought of rhyming in ‘runny’ but then decided against it as it reminded him of how delicious runny honey was.

Sometime later, as Pooh was tiring of his fun he walked into something hard, quite unexpectedly.  “Ugh” grunted Pooh, rubbing his back. “Ouch, hmm mm” He continued, staring up at the pine he had stumbled into.

The pines seemed familiar. He decided to sit down for a moment, to catch his breath as it were. As he was sitting he held his back, and then his stomach too; feeling hungry and a little sorry for himself. Pooh scratched his nose, deep in thought. Yes, he did know these pines. The more he thought about it, the more Pooh realised that yes, these Pines were the ones close to Owl’s house.

“Now if Owl has some honey… then I wouldn’t have to walk home again,’ Pooh wondered, “hmm, yes”. With this thought in mind Pooh set off once again. Forwards this time.

When Pooh arrived at the beech tree where Owl lived, no-one answered. Pooh called out,            “Owl, oh Owl, are you there?” Then he pulled on the bell pull and he knocked with the knocker. Finally he pushed on the door and finding it open, wandered in. Pooh carefully looked if there was any honey in the kitchen, hoping Owl wouldn’t mind him peeking. Then, upon finding the cupboards empty, settled in one of Owl’s fireplace chairs.

Now as it happens, in another corner of the Hundred Acre Woods, Piglet had ventured out to go see Pooh, and finding Pooh out, to see Owl.

Piglet arrived at Owl’s soon after Poo. So when Piglet called up from the forest floor, “Owl? Owl? It’s Piglet come to visit,” it was Pooh who leaned through the door.

“Oh,” squealed Piglet, “it’s you!”

It seemed to Pooh that Piglet was a long way down.

“Well, I, I suppose I was looking for yer” Piglet continue, “only you did give me a fright. ‘N’ why are you here?”

Pooh leaned out a little further; feeling rather queasy now. Piglet’s words became muddled in his head.

“Oh” he said, then again “oh Piglet, I’m not feeling so well!”

“Pooh?” Piglet stood on tiptoe and strained his ears.

Pooh did not answer. Instead he collapsed back into his chair.

"Pooh!” Piglet yelled louder.                                                                                                         “Oh dear" Piglet mumbled, worried. "I'd better go fetch Christopher Robin. He'll know what to do!"

When Piglet arrived at Christopher Robin's he was panting and he kept muddling his words.

"What's the matter, Piglet?" Christopher Robin asked, holding up his hands.

"It's Pooh" Piglet hiccupped, jumping up and down now, and tugging on Christopher Robin’s hand urgently.

"Pooh?"

"Yes, yes, Pooh, I'm tellin' yer, he’s... follow me." Piglet pointed.

They hurried off with Piglet in the lead.

Meanwhile Pooh dozed in his chair, just as he'd fallen; his arms and legs flung out.
His snoring startled him awake. It seemed to Pooh that Piglet was taking a very long time.                 A very long time, indeed.

"Here" Piglet said. Skidding to a halt in front of Owl’s They quickly climbed up.
Christopher Robin leaned over Pooh and shaking his shoulder gently asked,

"How are you?"

"Uhh, hmm" Pooh groaned, holding his belly and then his head too.

Christopher Robin fussed over Pooh while Piglet repeated under his breath, “oh dear, dear, poor Pooh!”

In a short while they heard a ‘whooshing’ sound.                                                                              “That'll be Owl coming home," Christopher Robin sighed in relief. He was right, it was Owl.

"Well, hello Piglet, Christopher Robin and Po-oh," Owl hooted, surprised.

“Hello Owl!” Christopher Robin and Piglet chorused. They quickly explained about Pooh.

Owl nodded, then in his usual careful way he thought out loud for a some time.

"Well, it would appear that Pooh ventured into the forest today. Perhaps he had not intended to visit me, suppose he dropped by and having been on a long walk, hmmm and if I know Pooh, it being past eleven in the morning…you know…” Owl talked on and on.

Christopher Robin, interrupted him to say,
"So Owl, you think, that maybe Pooh is hungry?"

“Yes - yes quite, that might just be the case, you see…”

"Well then, could you very sweetly go and get honey for him? There must be some at his house!"

"Why, yes I suppose…" Owl was still explaining the advantage of flying instead of walking when he took off.   

"Here he is", Piglet squealed from his perch by the window.

Owl handed the jar of honey to Pooh and together they waited. After a few pawfuls Pooh felt much more himself.

He offered honey to all of his friends in turn.
"Thank you. Oh, that is much better.” Pooh sighed gratefully. “Thank you. What wonderful friends I have!”

Soon after Piglet and Christopher Robin said goodbye to Owl, and took Pooh home. They walked back arm in arm. Pooh realised that it was already afternoon. He started humming, thinking about his adventure.                                                                                                      Christopher Robin sighed under his breath, “Dear, silly old bear.”
  

The End