Fan Fiction
Marvel/DC Comics Presents #7
Dr. Strange/Dr. Fate Baltimore, Maryland 1968 Dr. Stephen Strange watched as the ambulance carrying Mr. Robert Reynolds, accompanied by his estranged wife, faded off into the distance. There was a small crowd of neighbors that slowly dispersed to their nearby homes. Dr. Strange noticed Kent Nelson, better known as the hero Dr. Fate, earlier speaking with a cop that came onto the scene. Though he was not within earshot at the time of their conversation, he recognized the effects of an enchantment placed upon the cop by Kent. The cop left before the ambulance did. The same calm blank look upon the cop’s face had eventually spread to the bystanders that had earlier gathered and they too left the scene as well until Kent and Strange were the only ones left outside across from the Reynolds’ apartment.
By Derrick Billups 5 months ago in Fiction
The Chronos Weaver
My grandmother was a weaver, but her tapestries didn’t hang in galleries. They hung in the air for a moment, shimmering with light and memory, before fading into the fabric of reality itself. She was a Chronos Weaver, the last in a long line of women who could mend time.
By Habibullah5 months ago in Fiction
The Mighty Lion and the Brave Little Mice
The Story In the heart of a vast forest where the trees touched the skies and the rivers sang as they flowed, lived a lion named Rudra. Rudra was no ordinary lion—he was the king of the forest. His mane shone like gold under the sun, his roar shook the valleys, and his strength was unmatched. Every creature in the forest respected him, not only because of his power but also because of his sense of justice.
By Hamza Muhammad5 months ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Rain
Chapter One – The First Rain The first drops of rain always reminded Aaliya of beginnings. They smelled like earth cracking open to breathe, like pages of an old diary rediscovering their ink, like something alive stirring after a long silence. On that particular June evening, standing at the window of her small apartment in Paris, Aaliya thought of how rain had once rewritten her life.
By Shakespeare Jr5 months ago in Fiction
