A last blog...

Mike: Is Oursourcing good or bad?

outsourcinggoodnooutsourcingbad.blogspot.co.nz

2 more blogs

Billie: Should we ban hydrodams in populated areas
damnhydrodams.blogspot.co.nz

Nisi: Should sex work be legalised/ decriminalised
iakf12.blogspot.co.nz

More Blog URLs + Topics

Glen Stradwick: Piracy + Gaming
gleniwritebrief2.blogspot.co.nz

Pranay Sundarji: Metaphysical teaching... = revised/ correct URL:
pranaysundarjibreif2.blogspot.co.nz

Fei Zhang: Global water rights + privatisation:
wonderland2013x.blogspot.com

Troy Angove: Blog URL = the same
Topic = Wing Chun Kung Fu is still practical in today's society

Frances Smith: Australian Aboriginal Stolen generation + govt. compensation:
stolengenerationcompensation.blogspot.com

Don't forget to choose 5 Blogs to engage with!

Christopher K: Should gay marriage be legalised?

chriskumarbrief2.blogspot.co.nz

Naomi Currie: The police abuse their authority

damn-this-world.blogspot.co.nz

Katie Dromgool: Fur in the fashion industry

Katiedromgool.blogspot.co.nz

Ashleigh Neame: Kids these days are growing up too fast

kidsaregrowinguptoofast.blogspot.co.nz

Warinthon baker: Plastic surgery in teens

plasticsurgeryinteens.blogspot.co.nz

Ian lee: should music sharing be legal?

areyouian.blogspot.co.nz

Rose Rogers: Does youth volunteering have an impact on all involved?

youth-volunteering.blogspot.co.nz

Emma Tanaka: Should we tax on junk food?

no-junkfood.blogspot.co.nz

Nick Baker: Should hydraulic fracturing be banned in NZ

nickfracking.blogspot.co.nz

Mary Wilkins: Is fiction a reliable source of social commentary

marybrief2.blogspot.co.nz

Lucciane Surtees: Women should have the right to choose abortion

luccianesurteesbrief2.blogspot.com

Alan McDonald: Contemporary New Zealand Society benefits from multicultural immigration

http://hailongkraken.blogspot.co.nz/

 Mathew Tang: Is marriage religious?

uniarg.blogspot.co.nz

Fei Zhang: Should water rights be privatized globally?

fei1991.blogspot.co.nz

Pranay Sundarji: Metaphysical teachings will reduce youth addictions, suicide, and understanding of love vs. sex

pranaysundarjibrief2.blogspot.co.nz = NOT WORKING!

Nisha Cassim: Euthanasia: crime or blessing?

nixcas23.blogspot.co.nz

Gina Kemp: Does animal abuse need harsher sentencing in NZ?ginakempbrief2.blogspot.co.nz

Lee Ryan: Teen pregnancy – planned or predictable

http://teen-pregnancyplannedorpredictable.blogspot.co.nz/

Nadya Budisaputra: Mistreatment of Roma gypsies in Europe

Socialissuesandpolitics.blogspot.co.nz

Jordan Flyger: Glorification of busy

jordanflyger.blogspot.com

Nonoi Finau: Teen Suicide

nfinausio.blogspot.com

Undeclared:

Mike Anderson ?

Troy Angove?

Iunisi Fotofili?

Billie Houkamau-Johnson?

Troy Jones?

Glen Stradwick?

Kyle Dunsmore?

Frances Smith?

Shayna Apelu?

umar

another blog - but no topic yet

nfinausio.blogspot.com

additional BLOG to maybe engage with

Jordan Flyger: Glorification of busy

jordanflyger.blogspot.com

Brief#2 BLOG topics - choose 5 to engage with (17/04 update)

Christopher Kumar: Should gay marriage be legalized? 

chriskumarbrief2.blogspot.co.nz 

Naomi Currie: The police abuse their authority 

damn-this-world.blogspot.co.nz 

Katie Dromgool: Fur in the fashion industry 

katiedromgool.blogspot.co.nz 

 Ashleigh Neame: Kids these days are growing up too fast 

kidsaregrowinguptoofast.blogspot.co.nz 

Warinthon Baker: Plastic surgery in teens 

plasticsurgeryinteens.blogspot.co.nz 

 Ian lee: Should music sharing be legal? 

areyouian.blogspot.co.nz 

 Rose Rogers: Does youth volunteering have an impact on all involved? 

youth-volunteering.blogspot.co.nz 

 Emma Tanaka: Should we tax on junk food? 

no-junkfood.blogspot.co.nz 

 Nick Baker: Should hydraulic fracturing be banned in NZ 

nickfracking.blogspot.co.nz 

 Mary Wilkins: Is fiction a reliable source of social commentary? 

marybrief2.blogspot.co.nz 

 Lucciane Surtees: Women should have the right to choose abortion 

luccianesurteesbrief2.blogspot.com  

Alan McDonald: Contemporary New Zealand Society benefits from multicultural immigration http://hailongkraken.blogspot.co.nz/ 

 Mathew Tang: Is marriage religious? 

uniarg.blogspot.co.nz 

 Fei Zhang: Should water rights be privatized globally? 

fei1991.blogspot.co.nz 

 Pranay Sundarji: Metaphysical teachings will reduce youth addictions, suicide, and understanding of love vs. sex 

pranaysundarjibrief2.blogspot.co.nz 

 Nisha Cassim: Euthanasia: crime or blessing?

 nixcas23.blogspot.co.nz 

 Gina Kemp: Does animal abuse need harsher sentencing in NZ?

ginakempbrief2.blogspot.co.nz 

 Lee Ryan: Teen pregnancy – planned or predictable? 

http://teen-pregnancyplannedorpredictable.blogspot.co.nz/ 

 Nadya Budisaputra: Mistreatment of Roma gypsies in Europe. Link? 

 Jordan Flyger: Glorification of busy. Link? 

 Undeclared: 

Mike Anderson ? Troy Angove? Iunisi Fotofili? Billie Houkamau-Johnson? Troy Jones? Glen Stradwick? Kyle Dunsmore? Frances Smith?

Brief 2 BLOG topics / addresses thus far...

Christopher Kumar: Should gay marriage be legalised? chriskumarbrief2.blogspot.co.nz Naomi Currie: The police abuse their authority damn-this-world.blogspot.co.nz Katie Dromgool: Fur in the fashion industry Katiedromgool.blogspot.co.nz Ashleigh Neame: Kids these days are growing up too fast kidsaregrowinguptoofast.blogspot.co.nz Warinthon baker: Plastic surgery in teens plasticsurgeryinteens.blogspot.co.nz Ian lee: should music sharing be legal? areyouian.blogspot.co.nz Rose Rogers: Does youth volunteering have an impact on all involved? youth-volunteering.blogspot.co.nz Emma Tanaka: Should we tax on junk food? no-junkfood.blogspot.co.nz Nick Baker: Should hydraulic fracturing be banned in NZ nickfracking.blogspot.co.nz Mary Wilkins: Is fiction a reliable source of social commentary marybrief2.blogspot.co.nz Lucciane Surtees: Women should have the right to choose abortion Luccianesurteesbrief2.blogspot.co.nz Alan McDonald: Contemporary New Zealand Society benefits from multicultural immigration http://hailongkraken.blogspot.co.nz/ Mathew Tang: Is marriage religious? uniarg.blogspot.co.nz Fei Zhang: Should water rights be privatized globally? fei1991.blogspot.co.nz Pranay Sundarji: Metaphysical teachings will reduce youth addictions, suicide, and understanding of love vs. sex pranaysundarjibrief2.blogspot.co.nz Nadya Budisaputra: Mistreatment of Roma gypsies in Europe Nisha Cassim: Euthanasia: crime or blessing? nixcas23.blogspot.co.nz

leannes final fanfic

 characters
 Dr Temperance "Bones" Brennan
 Dr Zach Addy (her assistant)
 Angela Hodgins (best friend)
 Jack Hodgins

Dr Brennan opened the door to the Jeffersonian. The weather was cold, it showed when she inserted the key in the lock and the imprints her fingers made on the glass pane.

Walking up the stairs she scanned her card and got to work getting ready for the day ahead.

Half an hour later her team came in dressed in warm clothing, which they shredded as soon as they entered the foyer. She gave them a few minutes to get settled.

"Right" she said turning to her team, "today we are going through the morgue to try to ID all the Jane Does we  have and give them back to their families for proper burials."

The first victim was brought up. Brennan pulled on her gloves and got to work on the skull trying to piece it back together.

"Dr Brennan".

 She looked up to see Zach standing there.

"You have been working for two hours straight on that skull -  you should take a break."

Dr Brennan stretched her sore back and handed the completed skull to Zach.

'Give this to Angela to run through the ID program.  I'll be in my office." she called over her shoulder.

Brennan entered her office. She sighed , there was a huge pile of filling on her desk.
She sat behind her desk and got to work.

Angela knocked on Brennan's door. Brennan looked up.

"I got a ID on the body". Angela brings up a picture.

"Meet Claire Davis 24,she went missing after her university had a christmas party.
"Her boyfriend reported her missing, after she failed to turn up or call after the party".
'The police questioned the boyfriend, but as there was no body at the time the case went cold, they figured she had just done a runner."
"The body turned up here a year later, after a big storm, must have been buried in the storm drains as they flood  and bring up some nasty stuff."

The picture showed a blonde hair, blue eyed girl with freckles dotting her nose.

"Pretty girl.'

"Yes it is a damn shame too."

"Well at least the family will know what happened to there little girl , and finally bury her."

Angela left the room to start getting the ball rolling so that poor Claire could go back to her  family.

Brennan walked to her desk, she had to get this paperwork done before any one else decided to interupt her.

Angela knocked on the door to Brennan's office, she was sat behind the computer very fixed on it.

"You eaten?".

 Brennan held up a sandwich wrapper.

"Okay well its 6 o'lock i think you should wrap up and go home sweetie'.

Brennan just nodded and closed down the computer.

Angela went to search out her husband Hodgins so they could go home, as she had some news she wanted to share.

Brennan was the last to leave the building , when she walked to her car it was getting dark. She started the engine and headed home, thinking about what she was gonna have for dinner that night.

links
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8744583/14/Dedicated-To-The-One-I-Love
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9121011/1/Soul-Mates
 www.fanfiction.net/tv/Bones/3
http://www.wattpad.com/story/404015-the-bones-in-the-serial-grave-a-bones-criminal
this story is good there are only 3 chapters to this but it does the 3 parts really well i like the fact that bones and criminal minds are both included as well awesome. the writer really got the personalities of the bones characters across i never watch criminal minds so i cant say bout that but he takes to popular shows and puts them together really well.
dedicated to the one i love
i read this to the end and it is so cheesy it not funny but im a big fan of this. Angela puts an app on booth and brennans phones so they can tell each other how they feel as they never seem to be able to say the words and it has a great ending too .

Ashleigh's Final FanFic

Charmed – The Return of Phoebe's Son.

“A whole month without demons!” Phoebe cried, strolling through the doors of Halliwell Manor. “I can’t believe it!”

“Me either,” Paige commented, following her sister. “I think Henry was going bald worrying about me all the time.”

Piper brought up the rear, carrying her own large shopping bags. “I really wish you hadn't said that Phoebe,” she groaned. “You’re going to jinx us.”

“Yeah right,” said Paige. “Demons are totally scared of us after the fight with the Ultimate Power.”

Piper dropped her shopping bags on the floor and turned to her youngest sister with her hands on her hips. “Paige,” she scolded, “after five years, you should know that when you say something like that, a demon will attack.”

“Oh Piper,” Phoebe said. “Stop being so neurotic.”

“I’m not being neurotic,” Piper retorted, walking to the kitchen.

“Yes you are,” Phoebe called after her. She turned to Paige. “She is, isn’t she?” Paige just shrugged.

As Phoebe and Paige were walking through the stairwell foyer to the kitchen, a cold chill hit Phoebe and she gasped. Her eyelids slammed shut as a super-premonition took over her body.

The Charmed Ones were standing on the rooftop of P3, spread out with a hooded demon in the middle of their triangle. The demon screeched a high pitch wail and shot a bolt of white-blue energy at Paige. Paige attempted to orb the energy away, but her powers were useless against it. Before she could orb away, the energy hit her and she burst into flames, before disintegrating into dust. Phoebe screamed out in anguish and Piper raised her hands to blow the demon up, but a bolt hit her too, and she went up in flames before turning into a pile of ashes. As the last sister standing, Phoebe tried to think of a way to kill he demon herself, but her mind was blank, emptied by her fear. A bolt of energy made its way towards Phoebe and before she knew it, she too went up in flames.

Back in the present, Phoebe was screaming.

“What?” Piper yelled, running from the kitchen. “What’s wrong?”

“Demon,” Phoebe gasped. “Book of Shadows, now.”

Paige nodded and grabbed Phoebe around the waist. She helped her sister up the stairs as they rushed to the Book. When they finally made it to the attic, Piper was already there, flicking through the book as fast as she could.

“What did the demon look like, Pheebs?” she asked.

The imprint of the demon was still fresh in Phoebe’s mind, and she was able to recall the attack instantly. “He was wearing black jeans, a grey hooded sweatshirt, and some sneakers. He never took the hood off, and it came low on his face, kind of like The Source’s did.”

Piper paused in her page flicking. “I said the demon, Pheebs, not the innocent.”

“Piper, we are the innocents this time, the demon literally looked like a kid you’d find on the street.” Phoebe walked over to the Book and rifled through the book, searching for the demon. After reading about every single demon in the book, she slammed it shut in frustration. “It’s not in here!”

“Maybe I can help,” a faint voice said.

“Who said that?” Paige asked.

A pink glow surrounded by white orbs seemed to emit from nowhere, and gradually formed into a young woman with black hair.

“Prue?” Piper gasped.

 “I’m only allowed down here until we defeat the demon,” Prue said hastily. “According to the Elders, you’ll need the Power of Four to defeat Simon.”

“Simon?” Piper asked. “Who the heck is Simon?”

“He’s the demon,” Prue explained. “He’s not in the Book because up until three days ago, he had no powers. He was raised as a mortal but he’s descended from a long line of powerful witches and a crazy, evil demon. He’s also not from this dimension.”

“How do you know all this?” Paige demanded suspiciously. She’d never met Prue before, but there was no time for pleasantries. They had to work on saving their lives.

Prue responded to Paige’s question by looking up towards the roof. The sisters immediately understood.

“So why do we need the Power of Four to defeat him?” Piper asked.

Prue shrugged. “He’s powerful, even more so than the Source. He’s like the evil version of the Charmed Ones, but all in one person.”

Paige nodded. “So when does he attack?”

“Tonight,” Phoebe answered grimly, “on the roof of P3.”

***

The four sisters had devised a plan, and enlisted the help of Paige’s charge, Billie. Together, they formed a Pentagram. They were trying to recreate the vortex they’d made seven years ago with the four horsemen. Now all they had to do was wait for the demon to enter the middle.

They didn’t have to wait long.

“Now!” Prue yelled as the demon’s smoky form solidified. Billie threw the first potion. Paige threw the next one. Neither one had any effect. Phoebe went to throw the next one until the demon turned towards her and she saw her face mirrored on him.

“Hello, mom,” he sneered.

Phoebe stood there rooted to the spot in shock. Was this the demon child she’d lost years before? It couldn’t be.

“Phoebe, throw it!” Paige yelled.

Phoebe couldn’t throw it. Something inside her was calling out to the demon, something maternal. She wanted to protect him.

“Who shall I kill first?” the demon taunted. “How about…” he turned to the youngest Charmed One “Aunt Paige!” he shot a bolt of energy towards Paige, but she was prepared and had begun to orb before he even finished turning towards her. She managed to escape.

“Ah, don’t waste your time, Paige!” the demon taunted. “I will find you!”

Piper looked at Phoebe. “Throw it, dammit!”

With the threat of losing another sister looming, Phoebe forced herself to ignore her maternal instincts and threw her potion. Piper and Prue quickly followed suit.

A vortex began to open up beneath the demon and he howled. “How could you, mother!” he screamed at Phoebe.

Phoebe watched as her alternate-dimension son was swallowed whole, and sent to the plane of demonic hell. Hopefully he’d stay there for all eternity, but she didn’t count on it.

Prue and Piper walked over to Phoebe. Paige had grabbed Billie and orbed them back to the manor.

“That was too easy,” Piper said. “Did we really vanquish him?”

Prue frowned. “No. If we did, I’d be disappearing, but I'm not.”

Piper looked at Phoebe. “What the hell do we do now?”

Phoebe shook her head. “We wait. One day, he’ll find a way back, and we can vanquish him then. I have to admit though, he really is my son. Mine and Cole’s, that is.”


***
FanFiction's that inspired me:
- http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8867015/1/The-Harbinger
- http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8814267/1/The-Lost-Charmed-One

Alan's Fanfic Final Copy

This is a fanfic based loosely on the Jack Reacher novels by Lee Child with a flavour of Jack Kerouac and Louis Cha/Jin Yong. It differs from the Lee Child novels and the POV is that of a narrator. Lee Child uses Jack as the narrator POV.

Setting           Small bar/roadhouse/gas station on Quebec New Brunswick border.

Season          Winter

Time               Late evening midweek

Characters

1.    Narrator

2.    Locals

Ti Jean

Pierre LeGros

Crazy Alphonse

3.    Travellers

Tall Man

Short Man

Blonde Woman

4.    The Stranger

5.    The Travelling Author

Business was slow, but usual for a quiet Thursday in February. The weather didn’t help, 10 degrees below zero, 4 inches of hard snow on the ground and the prospect of a lot more before the weekend

Yep, the tourists were long gone and the town was left to just us locals and those travellers foolish or determined enough to be on the road in the depths of winter

I run a roadhouse in a small town on the Quebec New Brunswick border, a place on the main highway between Quebec City, Rivière du Loup, and the Maritimes, a place with not that many reasons to stop in unless you needed gas or diesel, coffee or beer, poutine or burgers.

I retired here from 30 years in the Navy, never wanted to see saltwater again, although there’s no getting away from the cold anywhere in Canada.  Tonight was no different from any winter’s night, I had a log fire blazing, juke box on low, the click of the balls from the pool-table as Ti-Jean and Pierre LeGros competed for the sheer pleasure of beating each other. They were brothers and had been that way all their lives. By the fireside Crazy Alphonse sat with his beer staring into the flames.  He was 2 tours in Iraq and wasn’t good for anything much after that.

The new guy sat at a table by himself. That wasn’t difficult as he was my only other customer. He was a big guy about 6 foot five tall, heavily built, and looked like he had been in and out of a few tight spots. He wore the sort of clothes that were a cross between bargain basement menswear and army surplus stores, a big jacket and a watch cap. So far he’d eaten well, 2 helpings of poutine and burgers, and one beer. Now he just sat with a pot of black coffee, just sat.

I heard a car pull up outside, the crunch of frozen gravel.

A minute later the outer and inner doors banged open bringing a blast of cold air and three new customers.  Usually people travel together in easily recognisable groups.  Families are the most common, followed by professional groups like sales teams, in the season groups of hunting buddies after moose or bear, or mixed groups of young people, students on spring break sort of thing.

These three didn’t fit together. I had a feeling there might be a backstory here.

The woman was tall, dark haired, a face that was attractive but just short of beautiful. She was well dressed with an expensive winter coat and boots.  That would fit with the new dark blue Lincoln Town Car I could see parked outside the window under the light.  The two men just weren’t in her league at all. The tall guy was scruffy with a big plaid hunting jacket, overalls, a dirty ball cap and boots. The other guy was short, built like a fireplug, but with a smooth almost city gangster appearance. Made him stick out like a dog’s balls here in rural Quebec. He spoke French, but not joual, which confirmed for me he was a city rat, not a country wolf.  The men ordered beers and poutine and got to work on the food as soon as it was served.

The woman sat slightly apart from her travelling companions. She ate nothing just ordered a pot of black coffee, which she barely touched. I could see the tension rippling off her in waves. Her companions ignored her and kept feeding.

Time passed, the jukebox rolled through another compilation of greatest hits, the LeGros brothers continued their battle over the pool table, Crazy Alphonse dozed over his warm beer.

Something changed, a shift in the atmosphere, an extra electron causing instability.  The woman looked over her companions at the big stranger, mute desperate pleading in her eyes. He caught the vibe, felt the tension acknowledged her message.  I saw him give her the slightest of nods. I could see him in front of my eyes shift gears, brace up slightly, go into hunting mode. Something feral had woken.

Mr Plaid Jacket was obviously feeling his beers. He got up and went to the men’s room.  It’s just down the hall past the pool table. A minute passed, the stranger went down the same route.  Must have been all that coffee he drank.

Time passed.  I felt a vibration in the wooden floor and I saw the back wall flex a little.  The old hunting print on the wall rattled briefly and became lopsided.

Mr Town Rat suddenly took notice of the time, tapped his watch and said something to the woman in a low voice. She stiffened and said nothing.

He suddenly noticed the time that had passed and that his sidekick had not returned. He spoke to the woman again, sounded like a threat by the look on her face. Kicked back his chair and went to the men’s room.

Time passed. I felt the floor vibrate again and imagined I heard the meaty sound of a body meeting an immovable force.  The back wall flexed again, this time the old print jumped off the wall, hit the floor and smashed. No loss.

I always hated that thing anyway. The brothers played on, oblivious

A minute passed then two. The stranger came back down the hallway. He rubbed his knuckles and rolled his shoulders. Paused at the woman’s table, handed her a set of car keys with a Lincoln tag. Something unspoken passed between them. She stood up, paid her check, added a decent tip and left.

He paid his check, no tip and left and followed her out the door. I heard the Lincoln start up, gravel crunched as the car moved off.

I poured myself a small Labatt’s and thought about what to do next.  I put an out of order sign on the men’s room door.

The LeGros brothers continued their battle, oblivious. Crazy Alphonse had fallen asleep by the fire.

The outer and inner doors banged and a new guy came in bringing a trace of snow with the blast of cold air. Slim guy mid-fifties, sandy blond hair receding, the sort of lined and weathered face you get from a lot of time outdoors.

‘Is there a washroom I could use’ he said

‘Use the staff one on the left, the men’s room is out of order’ I said

Presently he came back and perched on a bar stool, ordered coffee with a brandy chaser.

‘What brings you down this way’ I said, ‘heading for the Maritimes?’

‘Not really heading anywhere. You see I’m a writer and I spend about 1 month a year on the road writing drafts and gathering material and ideas’

‘Sounds good’ I said

He said, ‘I think there are stories all over the place waiting to be discovered and told. For example, the idea I’m working on is sort of a contemporary rewrite of the Chinese wuxia stories”

‘You lost me there buddy’ I said

‘Well there is a universal story of an outlaw hero who has no allegiance to a lord, and who goes around the country rescuing people and sorting out bad guys. He dispenses his own form of justice’

I poured him another coffee and put up a chaser

He said, ‘My idea for a character is a big guy, late thirties, ex-military with obvious combat skills who cuts himself loose and cruises around the country. His motivation is to live his own life with minimal involvement, but when he sees a situation that needs fixing or offends his personal moral code he steps in. Always moves on in the end though.’

I thought of the mess I would have to clean up in the men’s room.

‘She’s pretty quiet around here buddy’ I said, ‘can’t see you finding any material around these parts.’

By the way, what did you say your name was?’

‘Child’, he said, ‘Lee Child’.