Holli's FanFic Reviews

The_Wonderland_Gang

Awesome fanfic which takes the approach of characters from Wonderland going into New York city. It is interesting the way the characters interact and discover things in our world, just as the origional Alice would have in Wonderland.

The writing and storyline is coherent and interesting and easy to understand with lots of description of setting and characters.

I like that it is modern day and quite dark, this is the approach I want to take for my fanfic.

Rum_and_Tea

This is another modern day Alice In Wonderland, this fanfic gives a great introduction and back story to the Alice character.
This fanfic was really gripping, especially the last few paragraphs where Alice is in the woods searching for her friend and the a rabit appears from the darkness.
Good quality writing, I was kept interested with a perfect amount of description and well established dialog between well defined characters.

Alice_is_Dead_Episode_1

Alice is Dead - This fanfic is inspired by Alice in Wonderland and a computer game called Alice is Dead. It is a modern interpretation of Alice in Wonderland, using theme inspired characters, ideas and settings.
The writer seems to throw you into the middle of the adventure. I found this story captivating and compelling, usuing short and snappy sentences. Although the story seems quite dark, there are moments of sarcasm and humor which adds colour to the storyline.
Although i found the plot a little hard to follow at times, overall i really enjoyed this unique Fanfic

 The_Cheshire_Cats_Lullaby

The Cheshire Cats Lullaby - Poem written in perspective of the Cheshire Cat to Alice (in refference to Alice in Wonderland).
I absolutley love this poem ! The rhytm and the structure of the poetry flows really well, is easy to understand and is interesting.
It was sweet and heartfelt and I love the fact the poem is in perspective of the cat.
Personally I appriciate that the context of the poem could be applied to the situation of any normal girl going through adversity - not just Alice in Wonderland, which inspires a lot of ideas for my own Fanfic.
This piece of writing is creative and successful in the fact that the emotive language used made me feel for Alice. Overall, a very powerfully emotional and very sweet poem from a pet to it's owner, which I'd reccomnend reading.

When_6_oclock_comes

Whens 6 O'clock Comes - A short and gloomy look at the new life of Alice. (In refference to Alice in Wonderland).
A very dark piece of writing which Alice is depicted as a depressing, mentally ill girl, far from the idea of the happy Disney Alice character we are all use to.
The writer captivates you with the airy, sombre yet almost evil tone of the story.
The storyline was short and effective -although you seem to get thrown into the middle of a scene, the writing is clear and it is easy to make sense of what is going on.
We see just a snippet and are left with a cliff-hanger and I am dying to see how the story ends !

BIG little Marilyn

They all thought Marilyn had killed herself, of course I new better.

I cant deny the fact that I somewhat lost my mind back in 1956, whilst working on The Prince and the Showgirl. Having just graduated from Oxford University, I was eager to escape home and make my way in the world.

After many failed attempts I finally landed a role as third assistant, working with Sir Laurence Olivier, Dame Sybil Thorndike and brushing shoulders with Authur Miller. However, there was one especially fantastic actress in particular that I was looking forward to working with.

The Moment my eyes set upon her I was in love, as were most men across the globe. She was the epitome of beauty, grace and sex appeal. Marilyn Munroe.

I suppose you could blame elements of her personality for my newfound mentality. But it was impossible not to fall in love with her. She was captivating. So captivating, in fact, that by the time production had wrapped up, she had chewed me up, and spat me back out.

A troubled soul - lost in the world around her, and too big and alive for most to comprehend – she was kept quiet with a heavy concoction of prescription drugs. They tried to make her fit inside their tiny minds, but she was too big, she had so much to offer, so much talent.

I saw her passion for acting everyday. It was pure and true. She wanted to capture and encompass everything a character had to offer. She was so incredibly capable too. She gave acting everything she had, she gave her character everything. With each take she lost herself more and more and transformed into a whole other person. If was almost frightful on occasions, watching her try to get in to character, the internal struggle that she so obviously face. It was as though two parts of her were at war, and she couldn’t bring herself to let one of them down.

Watching her work was incredible. Despite the drugs, the alcohol, the silent abuse - manipulation from the people around her – she always had an astounding ambiance. Her perseverance was admirable. Although it used to break my heart to watch her struggle, I couldn’t help but be entirely captivated by her performances.

Apparently, she took somewhat of a liking to me also..

We went away together, for a week. We made love. She stayed sober. I saw the real her. It was intoxicating. I found myself in bed with Norma Jeane, a raw, real and erratic young girl, looking for someone, anyone to love her. I began to see what was happening. The film crew - her people - were doing all that they could to suffocate Norma Jeane, bury her within the depths of all that was Marilyn Munroe. It was cruel and twisted.

Eventually they found us; they didn’t have to look hard. Its not that we had tried to disappear, it was merely a break. Unfortunately they refused to see it that way. Sir Oliver was the least understanding of them all, steam arising from his ears as he hurled words of abuse at us.

They took us back to set, and I was told to never speak to Marilyn ever again, which was utterly ludicrous considering our inevitable proximity to one another on set. Marilyn made it easier on me though, I would catch her looking at me, searching my face, but as soon as our eyes met she would look away, leaving me to guess what is was she was looking for.

Weeks went by, of shooting that is. She was getting weaker. They kept increasing her medication, trying to keep her under control. What little energy she had left went into the very depths of her character. As soon as the day would come to and end, she would withdraw completely, becoming a ghost of herself. It was tragic, but so beautiful to understand her passion.

It was too much for me. I couldn’t understand, but I was so entirely young and in love that when I look back on it now none of it makes sense. I killed them, all of them, every sick and unappreciative one.

I don’t exactly know what happened that night. I remember going to Marilyn’s room too check if she was still breathing. That was my ultimate fear. At least if she was breathing I knew in my heart of hearts that she was in there somewhere. She was unconscious, still breathing, but only just, I tried to wake her, but she lay limp in my arms, ice cold and whiter than her soft curls. I screamed and left the room in a rage. They simply could not keep doing that too her. She deserved none of it. I was the only one that could teach them a lesson.

After that I blacked out. The doctors told me I killed them, all of them, in their sleep. Stabbed. Dead. He told me I went on a rampage and I lost all control. There was at least 27 people in that house, all well respected members of Hollywood, and I murdered them.

I had lost all control, and I didn’t have the slightest idea as to what I was doing.

The horrible truth of it all is: I couldn’t stop. 

Chris FanFic - Enough With the Lies

ENOUGH WITH THE LIES 

“So how was Beverly Hills?" Ben asked. "As fun as Paris?" he said, showing a picture he had found of his sister Jane under the Eiffel tower. Her heart sank.

"Where did you get that?"

"I went in to your room to see if you were there, and found it lying around. You need to stop lying. What is going on, Jane?" Ben said.

Jane sighed. "Well, what do you want to know?"

“I want to know the truth. I went in to your work the other day and spoke with some guy who said you were in Beverley hills attending a meeting.” 

 Jane sighed, patting the couch beside her. Her brother sat next to her, ready to listen.

"Okay. You know how I had an interview with Donovan Decker for my internship? Well Grey who is the director of the company got confused and thought I was there for the executive assistant position. I got the job on the spot and was going to tell her the truth, but…"
"Yes?" Ben urged her.

Jane rolled her eyes and started to explain. “I only took the position because, that was when you didn't have a job. And we really needed the money, and Grey offered me $34,000 salary, and I just… I couldn't turn her down. So, ever since then I've been running around the city, leaving school early and getting Billy to drop me off. I would quit or even tell them the truth, but I can’t!” Jane said, looking at her brother with innocent eyes.  "This is all I’ve ever wanted to do with my life. This job just came, out of the sky landing itself in my lap, and if I tell them the truth about me, I may never find a way back into the fashion industry.”

Ben looked at Jane, feeling sorry for her. He loved his sister, but he needed to punish her so that she understood that she couldn’t keep lying to him like that. If he made her give up this job, she would never forgive him. He sighed. "Jane, you're only seventeen. It feels like you’re growing up too fast and I have a job now so I can afford to pay the bills.”

Jane bit her lip. "But, this isn’t about the money anymore! It's my dream job and you know it!  I am not keeping it because we don't have any money. I'm keeping it because I love it! Please don't make me give it up!" she pleaded.

Ben sat there a moment. "You do realize I have to punish you. You're my little sister. It's my responsibility to take care of you. You can't just run around the city pretending to be an adult!"

Jane sat back, guilt bubbling in her chest. "I'm so sorry, Ben! Ground me, take away my phone, my computer, just, please, don't make me give up this job!"

Ben decided to drag the conversation along more. “Hmm so what makes you think that you deserve the right to keep the job? You lied to me and I don’t like liars and it’s going to be very hard for me to trust you now.”

Jane stood up and started to cry. “Why do you have to treat me like this Ben? Just because I lied to you once doesn’t mean I will lie to you again. I had a legit reason behind my lies and just explained why, but it looks like you don’t give a shit!”

Ben stands up in anger. “Excuse me but do I need to remind you who the adult is in the family? Don’t you give me attitude! I know I’m your brother but I have also been your legal guardian since dad left. So if I were you I would just sit down and shut up.”

Ben takes in a deep breath and calms himself down. “Oh and by the way I was just kidding around with you. Do you really think I would take away your dream job from you? That would just be insane and unfair. I understand your reason but I’m still angry at the fact that you lied to me about it.”

 Ben sighed and pointed at Jane. “You’re grounded for two weeks. No partying, or going out for anything other than work. And when you go out for work, you tell me where you are going and don't do anything illegal or that you know you shouldn't do. I will let you keep your phone but not the computer. You should consider yourself lucky that I am being nice to you.”

Jane screams. "What? Are you serious? Please tell me you’re not lying? You don’t know how much this means to me, I love you so much! Thank you, and I’m so sorry for being rude, I was just upset.”

Ben then gets ready to drop Jane off to school and waits for her while she packs her bag. 

Chris Fanfic Review No.5

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FanFiction Review No. 5

Not Over You

This Fanfic has a very interesting start to it. i love how the writer explains the main characters, feelings towards a guy that she likes. it is showing alot of emotion which is very captivating. Overall i recommend others to read it, if you are interested in drama and love/hate relationships.   

Chris FanFic Review No.4

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FanFiction Review No. 4

What Happens In Rosewood, Stays In Rosewood
First of all i would just like to stay that i am a huge pretty little liars fan myself, and had found this Fanfic intriguing. I like the way the writer put together the whole story and kept it simple. I'm happy that they stuck to the story line and made it more interesting. 

Chris FanFic Review No.3

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FanFiction Review No. 3

Breaking the cycle

I found that this fanfic of the television series Being Human, was very interesting but boring at sometimes. This story is basically explaining what has happened in one of the episodes from season 1. there were some bits that were changed but i did not see the point in changing those parts because they had nothing to do with the main story line.    

Chris Fanfic Review No.2

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FanFiction Review No. 2

Dark Hannah Montana

So i decided to read about one of my favorite shows when i was little. This Fanfic of Hannah Montana is the most crack up story i have ever read, like seriously if this was a real episode i think i would actually die of laughter, just imagining this is to much for me. I quite like it and found it entertaining, especially the part where they made Hannah seem like a Slut. 

Wonderland.

                                                           WONDERLAND

Alice hurled through the door and landed with a hard knock on the cold floor, the men walked in behind her. From the floor, she slowly lifted her head, her blurry eyes rose until his figure began to focus.

“The Mad Hatter” is what they call him. He sat still at the table. A fog of smoke glazed the room. From her bruised eyes she could just make out the giant top hat, hiding his heartless eyes. She could feel him watching her…

“Alice”

He spoke without moving. Her heart began to race.

“Did you really think you could escape from Wonderland…?”

This was not a question. No one had EVER escaped from Wonderland before. Once you came to Wonderland, your body didn’t belong to you anymore, it belonged to them. It belonged to Hatter.

Alice didn’t purposely find her way to Wonderland, unlike the other girls who came; young, addicted and desperate. Once a girl found herself in Wonderland, she became property –traded and prostituted at the will of Hatter. Their bodies used up and sold…To them it seemed a small price to pay for their fix. Reality so distorted by drugs they saw Wonderland as their sanctuary. Slaves to their own addictions.

Hatter used drugs as a tool, to keep order in Wonderland.

Shrinking Mushrooms to Potions, Tripping Teas, Pills, any and every kind of substance, each different but just as effective.

Or worst of all…the White Rabbit. White Rabbit lead you to a deep, dark hole, empty and evil. It was a drug so wicked the moment you inhaled the thick white poison, you became immortal, but cursed. Once you follow the path of the White Rabbit, there’s no going back, stop taking the drug and you will die. However even though the White Rabbit makes you live forever, it slowly turns you insane.

White Rabbit smoke released in thick, white circles from Hatter’s mouth.

He stood.

Alice’s breathing became heavy as he paced his way towards her, eyes still hidden by his hat. He stood before her face, Alice shut her eyes tight.

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Two days earlier, Alice’s plan commenced.

She spent exactly one year devising this plan. It wasn’t just a plan of escape… It was a plan of total destruction.

Alice would bury the people responsible for trapping her in this prison of hell. She didn’t belong in Wonderland. She wasn’t like the other girls, in need of White Rabbit to live, willing to sell their souls to the Hatter himself to keep their miserable lives.

No. She came into Wonderland having lost everything she knew, desperately looking for a safe place. She was befriended by a man named Cheshire. He was kind to her, she trusted him and he promised her safety and a new beginning. She was tricked.

One year she had spent in the dirty cell behind Wonderland’s glamorous façade. One year of feeling cold and alone, forced to dress up in dolls clothes and dance for men more like creatures, who used her body and controlled her with drugs. But finally the time had come…and timing was everything.

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Hatter bent towards her face. He grabbed her hair and twisted her neck until she was forced to look at him. She let out a shriek.

She looked into his eyes -bloodshot with madness, eyes which once long ago were a light green colour, were now black. His eyes shined at her but looked empty and hollow inside.

She diverted the gaze, Hatter’s eyes followed, then he noticed it; A golden brown colour, clenched in her fist. He grabbed it. Tea leaves, she had been trying to smuggle out of Wonderland with her. Tutt Tutt. 
 ‘Addicts’ he thought, Hatter smirked.

“Alice, Alice, Alice. Now what shall we do with you? Think we could escape from Wonderland did we? Must have lost your mind. Do you know what happens to people who lose their minds Alice?”

Behind the fog of thick smoke, Alice noticed the tiny clock quietly ticking on the wall in the corner.

“THEY. LOSE. THEIR. HEADS!” He threw her to the ground.

Hatter’s men struck into action. They pulled Alice to the table. One man grabbed an axe. Alice panicked but the man slammed her head on the table and held it there. She looked at the clock in the corner, 10 seconds to six…Right on time.

Hatter grabbed the rusty axe and held it above Alice’s bare neck. His smile was crooked, everyone knew more than well he took joy in what he was about to do. He lifted the blade taking aim… DONG! Interrupted! DONG! The clock bells rang. Hatter looked up, 6 O’clock?! Tea Time!

Hatter was surprised that he actually forgot, too caught up in the mess of catching Alice. One could NEVER be late for Tea. The men looked to Hatter slightly confused as to what to do next, Hatter looked at the men.

 “Tea Time!” he exclaimed.

“Suppose this can wait until after the Tea Party, think of this as your lucky day Alice”.

The men began to set up. Every 6 O’clock exactly, Hatter was pedantic that he and his men underwent the ritual of sipping on Tripping Tea and smoking to restore White Rabbit poison into their system. Hatter placed the Golden Brown Tea Leaves in the 5 spouted Teapot.

Alice took a deep breath. She waited.

As he poured the Tea a hum of noise arose as the men began to chat and snigger. Hatter glared at her, sipping his Tea, and she sat silently staring back at him.

Moments later a man began to choke, coughing and spluttering red blood all over the Tea Table. Then another! Clenching their throats, desperate for air and drowning in their own blood. Alice remained motionless, eyes fixed on Hatter’s now panic stricken face.

He dropped his cup.

“The Tea Leaves! You posioned the..” blood consumed his mouth.

With every powerless struggle, she watched him. She watched his eyes roll into the back of his head. She watched his convulsions on the floor, now blood stained. She watched him until his body became still with paralysis. He wasn’t dead yet, only lack of White Rabbit would truly kill him. But all in due time…

Alice picked up the axe off the table, she glanced at the clock. 6:15…Right on time. She walked over the unconscious bodies on the floor and made her way towards the door. Time to finish getting out of Wonderland… 

 

Holli FanFic Review 5

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7955785/1/Rum_and_Tea

This is another modern day Alice In Wonderland, this fanfic gives a great introduction and back story to the Alice character.
This fanfic was really gripping, especially the last few paragraphs where Alice is in the woods searching for her friend and the a rabit appears from the darkness.
Good quality writing, I was kept interested with a perfect amount of description and well established dialog between well defined characters.

Holli Fanfic Review 4

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5877655/1/The_Wonderland_Gang


Awesome fanfic which takes the approach of characters from Wonderland going into New York city. It is interesting the way the characters interact and discover things in our world, just as the origional Alice would have in Wonderland.

The writing and storyline is coherent and interesting and easy to understand with lots of description of setting and characters.

I like that it is modern day and quite dark, this is the approach I want to take for my fanfic.

Rebecca Mahoney Fanfiction Draft 2

Days of Heaven (1978) Directed by Terrence Malick

The Golden Hour

In the exhale of day, they swam together in the caramel light. Soon dusk would evade them; a day closer to a freedom which was now tangible like silk cords tugging at their fingertips. Entwined they lay  tracing each other's palms and fingerprints; restless wheat tossing ever-lengthening shadows across their noiseless bodies. Overhead a kestrel soared, its haunting call encircling the farm.

Abby fingered a crack in her right boot, the leather parched and worn like the ground beneath it.

"I'll get new pairs now.

Linda too.

Matchin' gloves.

From the city an' such."

Bill said nothing, his brow furrowed as he pulled seeds from the ears of wheat between his legs. The eruption of chattering sandpipers on the bank eventually broke the silence. Bill rose and brushed the soil off his trousers. It had been a dry Summer in the Panhandle.

"This hole's gon' take all night if we don' crack it now.

I'm damned if we'll hang 'round for me to get caught with a spade in ma' hands." 

The golden hour had been a period of reflection before. Smooth waves of light flowed like river currents along their thoughts and soliloques. To marry or not to marry? To murder or not to murder? Sunset had almost escaped their desperate grasp, leaving in her wake a trail of flickering counterparts. Above their darkening heads, a silhouetted flock of birds flew in formation towards the farmhouse. 

Abby spoke.

"Do you think he'd like it if we let him lay there with his crops a lil' longer?"

Over Bill's shoulder the Farmer lay still and lifeless, his remains crudely rolled in the parlour rug. Suffocation had done no favours for the Farmer's postmortem appearance; trademark bruising to his neck and dull bloodshot eyes pointed to his untimely departure. Bill shuddered and turned to face Abby, her own complexion ashen. He pressed her face against his shoulder and they stood together, listening to eachother breath.

"We needa' finish what we started. Linda's gon' start to worry soon enough."

Nodding, Abby stepped back from their embrace and picked up one of the spades. She raised the handle above her head and plunged the face into the earth. Crisp and thirsty, the soil cleanly parted and she heaved the spadeful away behind her. Again and again, Abby repeated this until her bloodless arms gave up. They dug in silence, the velvet night encasing their fear and racing heartbeats.

Crunch.

Bill broke the silence.

"Where are we goin' from here? 

I'm sick o' the dirt, Abby.

New York? 

Back to Chicago?

Or California, Abby. 

By the goldmines!

We could swim in the ocean and live in a little house near the beach."

Soil crunched beneath them and the pile of earth at their feet grew in time with the rhythmic slicing of their efforts. Abby had not yet replied to Bill's question, the air between them thick with tension and the unknown. A cloud passed over the Autumn moon and they were blanketed in still darkness. Still they continued to dig. 

"The hole's wider than we need, Abby. Dig deeper, now."

Crunch.

"Who cares where we go from here, Billy.

Nobody's gonna' notice, 

Not here,

Not anywhere we've been.

You're sick of the dirt?

I'm sick of being invisible."

Crunch.

Abby dug faster now, flinging soil over her shoulder. Streams of earth sprayed ear upon ear of corn and still they dug. Gentle rustling of the undergrowth sounded like children's whispers and gave the impression of company where there was none. The cloud passed and the full moon, resplendent in its wholeness, lit the fields on fire from its throne in the centre of the sky.  Bill stopped and lifted his head to bask in the moon rays. Still reeling from the outburst, he snapped at Abby, who was running her spade along the walls of the Farmer's shallow grave.

"I care where we go from 'ere, Missy.

You might not and nobody else ain't givin' two dicky-birds 

But I do.

You ain't invisible to me."

Crunch.

A cold bead of sweat rolled down Bill's temple as he shoveled the last of the soil from the hole. Straight lines and a perfect rectangle, much like the crops that the farmer had toiled over before his sickness set in. Shaking, he straightened and met Abby's eyes. Her eyes, usually liquid and amber, were cold and dark. 

"Why say it now?

Am I only visible when it suits you to be able to see me?

I want a life now.

Not gonna' chase fortunes forever, am I?

Look where that's got us!"

Abby gestured at the Farmer, lumpy and conspicuous in his woven coffin. The moon burned accusingly above them, fiery torches of corn jittered in the silence. 

"I am worth more than a checker on your board, Bill."

A thread snapped between them. Unspoken frustration and pain had been stockpiling for months, hibernating in Winter, awakening with the Texan Summer heat. He slapped her. Hard and cold. Abby's hand rushed to her cheek and she clenched her jaw, trembling with indignation and betrayal. 

Bill turned on his heel and started to drag the Farmer to his final resting place. In the solemn procession to his grave, Abby began to cry. Hot, salty tears, one after the other, slid down her face and dropped onto her skirts. Suddenly this wasn't the perfect outcome. Abby wanted to go back to Chicago. The silk cords of freedom were slackening as the tangerine dawn and the first birds stirred. 

Crunch.

With the concave face of the spade, Abby had summoned the last of her strength and swung it cleanly into the back of Bill's skull while he was bent over the Farmer in his grave. He fell silently, turning in surprise as he fell.  Life left his eyes instantly and a quiet moan escaped his lips. 

Abby, still weeping, moved the earth back over the men. Spadeful after spadeful, the soil was loose and dry filling the gaps where the men lay. A kestrel cried overhead and the last evidence of Bill and the Farmer disappeared into the ground. Abby walked back to the Farmhouse, her back turned to where the two men rested. In the caramel light, the Farmer and Bill lay behind her in a shallow grave, the perfect width.

Farheen's fanfic Final version

Marmalade Boy


As the planes wheel touched the ground, my heart gave a loud thud.

“I am here, I am actually back in Japan.... after 2 very long years,” I thought to myself.

My heart beats started to speed up, as I made my way to the arrival gate. My mind actually saw them before my eyes did. All four of them waiting eagerly, for me. But just like in my mind, he was missing.  Nonetheless still my eyes searched for him. Searching the crowd, for a glimpse of him. But it was no use; he was nowhere to be seen.

“Welcome back honey” my mom came running towards me.

Suddenly all four of them surrounded me, started hugging me. Asking me so many questions all at once. When I answered most of their questions, they finally gave the courtesy of allowing me to walk out of the arrival lounge.

As the car got closer to our house, my heart began to race. I found it hard to breathe.

“oh my god! I am finally going to see him, after so long” my mind began to race with my heart.

Even though I hated England and longed to come back to Japan. I wanted to run back to England now. But I also knew I will have to face him one day. So here I stood at the entrance of our house. And just as I predicted. Yuu stood was sitting on the couch, in the lounge, watching tv.

As he heard my parents giggling, he turned and stood up.

At the site of him, breath was knocked out of me. He still looked so handsome, a little older perhaps.

Thousand questions rushed in my head. I knew in that instant. I was not over him. If two years apart without any contact, still made me long for him, at first sight him, then I would never be over him. I was breaking down inside. I was trying very hard not to cry in front of him. As the memories of us together, returned. So did all the pain.

“It’s good to see you again Miki” Yuu finally spoke. “You hair is longer, it suits you.”

He asked me something, but my brain failed to register it. I couldn’t put together his words, my world was breaking apart. He did not seem fazed by my presence. He has already forgotten about us. My heart was falling to pieces all over again. Didn’t our relationship mean anything? Was all this pain one sided? Even thou he did break up with me. All this time, my heart believed there would have been a great reason Yuu broke up with me.

“I am tired,” I announced to my and Yuu’s parents, picked up my bag and made my way to my old room.

I was in the hallway drying my hair with a towel, deep in thoughts about the events today, when a hand touched on my shoulder. I turned around to face Yuu towering over me.

“I need to talk to you Miki” he told me.

“We have nothing left to talk about” I replied, and made my way to my room. But Yuu grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

“Yuu it’s too late to talk now..... I waited two years, but I never heard from you, you act like there was nothing between us. I know I ignored you earlier and I m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, but please let me go” I requested.

He let go of me, and I ran back to my room and closed the door behind me. I walked to my dresser and pull out a golden tinkle box from behind the drawer. I opened the box and lifted the delicate bracelet between my fingers. My eyes started watering; Yuu gave me this bracelet, back when we were still together. I kept this bracelet in hope that Yuu might come back to me. But now I have to let him go, I have to get rid of this bracelet. I opened the window and clutched the bracelet. I exhaled. I can do this, and opened up my fist to have a last look at it.

I was about to throw it when I heard a loud knock on my door. I backed away from the window, the moment was lost. So I put the bracelet on the dresser and went to see who was knocking. Yuu! What was he doing here?

“Miki it’s important for you to know this” he said as I was about to close the door. The desperation in his eyes stopped me from closing the door. I let him in.

“Miki I want to tell you the reason I broke up with you two years ago” he said. When I finally decided to let go him, he decides that we should talk about it.

“Miki I still love you, and you should know what happened two years ago,” He said. What? He still loved me, I don’t get it. I was stunned so I let him continue.

“Two years ago, I found some photos of my mom with your dad. So I assumed that you were my sister, so I had to break up with you. Not because I wanted to and not because I didn’t love you”. He paused for a minute. “But even I couldn’t accept that so I decided to do more research. Then last year I knew the best option was to ask my parents directly who my real father was. And turns out the photos were misleading. You are not related to me. My real father is dead. But it was too late, you left for England, and this was something I had to personally tell you” He finished.

I could not believe this. I did not know what to say. Yuu took my hand. “Miki if you still love me, please marry me”.

Holli FanFic Draft - Please comment.

Alice was chucked through the door and landed with a hard knock on the cold floor, the men walked in behind her.

From the floor, she slowly lifted her head, her blurry eyes rose until she saw him and his figure focused in her sight.

“Mad Hatter” is what they call him. He sat calm and still at the table. A fog of white smoke glazed around him. From her bruised eyes she could just make out the poker cards gripped in his fingers. Although his cold, heartless eyes were hidden behind the shadow of his giant purple hat, she could feel him watching her…

“Alice” -He spoke without moving, instilling deep fear into Alice with his cold and broken voice. She looked down and began to shake.

“Alice, did you really think you could escape from Wonderland…”

He said this as if it was not a question, and it wasn’t. No one had EVER escaped from Wonderland. You would be crazy to try. Once you came to Wonderland, your body didn’t belong to you anymore, it belonged to them. It belonged to Hatter.

Alice had found her way to the sanctuary of Wonderland just as all the other girls: young, addicted and desperate.

Their bodies used up and sold. They weren’t prostitutes, they were property, merchandise bought and sold at the will of Hatter. Slaves to their addictions.

Wonderland was their sanctuary of supply but also their prison.

Mushrooms, Potions, Teas, Bongs, Tablets, Trips every substance and psychedelic, to stretch you, grow big or small, to make you see or not see, to make you speed so you’ll never be late or to stop time altogether.

…But worst of all… the White Rabbit. White Rabbit lead you to a deep, dark hole, empty and evil. It was a drug so wicked the moment you inhaled the thick white poison, you became immortal, but cursed. Slaved to the drug, for if you ever stopped taking it, you would die.

White Rabbit smoke released in slow, dense circles from Hatter’s mouth.

He stood up.

Alice’s heart began to race as he paced his way towards her, eyes still hidden by his giant hat. He took his last step right before Alice’s face, and stood. Alice shut her eyes tight.