Fan Fiction

The Man
Long ago there was a man named John who was sailing the wavy sea. It was very warm that morning but he set sail for America to go live with his family again. John was working at an island to study all of the bizarre insects that were there. John sailed for many hours now but he knew it would still take a couple weeks so he went into the cabin to rest for a while.
By Kyle recker4 years ago in Fiction
floorboards creak...[ch: four]
Dean expected a few things to happen today: probably get hit by a snowball on the way back into his apartment, eventually have to apologize to Sam, have to let the Universe get him back for evading a collision this morning, and maybe get micro aggressed by an older man who “clocked him.” What he didn’t expect was to run into Tom…or, Cas as he says his name is.
By ren s.4 years ago in Fiction
Bill The Conqueror
Rita has tried, despite all the evidence, to believe her husband’s lies. She listens intently to his detailed excuses. She’s plugged a Glade Plug-In Tropical Breeze air freshener in the laundry room to cover the smell of smoke in his clothes. She avoids asking him the real question, the question that neither of them wants answered: Where were you last night?
By Stephanie 4 years ago in Fiction
The Assassin and her Dragon
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. That was before the earth was cursed by the gods with demons and dragons and everything in between. The large body of the beast was in pieces on the ground, destroying the flowered filled area. She sat quietly on the grass, looking over the beautiful clearing. The scent of blood was strong, weighing down the air. Crows shrieked loudly, gathering in the sky, informing all other scavengers where the battle has just taken place. It was a red dragon; they were the lower rank ones. From her understanding the species came colored coded, some colors were strong enough to even take humanoid forms.
By TeJay4 years ago in Fiction
INDIANA JONE JUNIOR
There weren't always dragons in the valley 1910, India – Enslaved by the East Indian Company “There weren’t always d...” A kid is reading slowly and laboriously. “D – R – A – G – O – N – S,” says the characters by the kid. To get that term, he is reading the alphabets within three times. His eyes expanded, and a smile spread across corner of his mouth. “Hmm... Dragons,” he said. “There weren’t always dragons in the V...” He stared at the word, bewildered, and attempted to comprehend it. “V- A- L - L - E – Y,” says the characters by the kid. To get that term, he is reading the alphabets within three times. He abruptly stopped repeating himself and began bouncing up and down in joy. “Valley,” “There weren’t always dragons in the Valley,” Kid looked down, “by Gaya....” The kid paused a moment.
By Asi4 years ago in Fiction
Take a Bow 2
There weren’t always dragon in the Valley. I have been asked about whatever happened to the love story of Chad and Melonie in Take a Bow. Vocal Challenge always inspire me to write stories that , I could not have imagine, I can create . This story is dedicate to all those vocal writers.
By Mariann Carroll4 years ago in Fiction
Dragon Ki-Ai Karate
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Karate in the Valley was dominated by uniforms with bonsai, cobras, and eagles showing fangs; the three major martial arts schools contending for who is the best around. Well I got news for all of them; it's none of them.
By U.B. Light4 years ago in Fiction
Deku: The Masked Wrestler (Chapter 1) [A My Hero Academia Fanfic]
Quirks, one of the special and unique traits that 80% of the human population has. It's common for people to develop abilities that people can watch in awe. Because of this new evolution of mankind, being a hero was possible for every man, woman, and child. At the same time, villains begin to emerge from within the shadow. A ying and yang, dark versus light, good versus bad, and more examples of balance this world needs.
By XxSkullCandyxX4 years ago in Fiction
Forgetting to Forget
Kitty cat with a backpack followed by a bubble-blowing dragon, Anabelle loved watching the clouds roll by. Cool grass surrounded the child as she gazed up through the topiary maze. Spring neared its yearly slumber and the day’s heat attested to that fact, but Anabelle never missed an opportunity to seclude herself in the silence of her garden. She slipped there whenever she spied a glimmer of freedom. In her garden, she never wasted a moment’s thought on her problems. And her problems were plenty.
By alex dina4 years ago in Fiction
Old Soul
I remember being reborn a thousand times. In the between-times, and at the very start and end of a life, the memories are strong. I remember the warmth of the sun on my crumpled wings as they unfold for one brilliant bright day of flight. I relive the elation of the chase and the sinking of my teeth into the throat of my prey- what a joy it is to satisfy physical hunger. I recall the agony of being prey, because of course, all things must balance out in the end. My heart has pumped cold blood through sinuous coils and thumped its warm-blooded rhythm from ocean depths.
By alex dina4 years ago in Fiction
The Little Monster
It was a trying year for Philip Muzzello. Going through some sort of mid-life crisis, he had purchased – on credit at a fixed APR of 15% – the red Italian sports car of his dreams. He had no idea it would lead to his end-life crisis.
By Robert Bear4 years ago in Fiction
Duskwood: My AI Pt 1
Hello friends! This is the first time I’ll be writing a full-length story instead of a smaller research piece! If you haven’t heard of me, my name is Jess, and I go by AGoreJessStone online. I’ve been a research journalist for the past five years, with a focus on games and entertainment. Now, if you haven’t read anything I’ve published before, don’t worry! You don’t need any of that to partake in the adventure I am taking you on this time!
By Gorejess Stone4 years ago in Fiction