Fan Fiction
Duskwood: Into the Forest Pt. 1
***All Characters except "You" are owned by Everbyte. The game is on Google Play/Apple Stores now! This story picks up AFTER Episode 9 of the game, and is my theory thus far. All characters out side of the MC (I will be using YOU so you can relate properly) are owned by Everbyte. Please support them by playing the game yourself! If you have not finished through EPISODE 9, this Fanfiction may contain potential spoilers.***
By Gorejess Stone4 years ago in Fiction
Old World
After their night of bliss at the paradise that they had previously spent the night in, on their way to the Outpost, Ines was feeling very grateful for meeting Saeon and having him as her man. He had done everything within his power to please her in every way. Now, she was dependent upon him. She was now ready to share everything with him. But what about his life and duty in New City? She would not give up her mountain and move there, so, maybe he might be persuaded to stay with her ? Ines was sure that this conversation would be had. They were almost home now and she was getting a little hungry. She would make her homemade soup and cornbread.
By Nelly Black4 years ago in Fiction
The Scarlet Macaw
The moment I had been waiting years for was finally here. Wrestlemania. The showcase of the immortals was on the cards and we had front row seats. I was so excited that I could have wet myself. To see The Rock against Stone Cold in the main event, the event of a lifetime and one in which my best friend was here to see too.
By Ben Shelley4 years ago in Fiction
Love Among the Haystacks. Chapter. 03
Geoffrey worked sullenly all the afternoon, and Maurice did the horse-raking. It was exceedingly hot. So the day wore on, the atmosphere thickened, and the sunlight grew blurred. Geoffrey was picking with Bill—helping to load the wagons from the winrows. He was sulky, though extraordinarily relieved: Maurice would not tell. Since the quarrel neither brother had spoken to the other. But their silence was entirely amicable, almost affectionate. They had both been deeply moved, so much so that their ordinary intercourse was interrupted: but underneath, each felt a strong regard for the other. Maurice was peculiarly happy, his feeling of affection swimming over everything. But Geoffrey was still sullenly hostile to the most part of the world. He felt isolated. The free and easy intercommunication between the other workers left him distinctly alone. And he was a man who could not bear to stand alone, he was too much afraid of the vast confusion of life surrounding him, in which he was helpless. Geoffrey mistrusted himself with everybody.
By Mohammad Arif4 years ago in Fiction
Charmed Welcome to the Power of 4
Welcome to the Power of 4 (CHARMED FAN FICTION) PART I This story takes place right after the very last episode of Charmed. Piper managed to bring Phoebe and Paige back to life after the great battle with Billie and Christy. Things were getting back to normal, so Paige decided to stir things up a bit, well actually… bring back the dead, Prue.
By Tamara Robbins4 years ago in Fiction
17 Minutes
The ultimate power that loss of power makes us feel is enough to fill the ocean with human tears. When I was seven years old, I realized that not everyone saw the same things I did, such as the little numbers that appeared on top of someone's head whenever I blinked three times in a row in exactly three seconds. When I told anyone, they looked at me strangely, or, as my mother puts it, I just have a very active and creative imagination. My imagination, however, is never as vivid as the numbers I see. And it took some time to get them there because I was terrible at counting as a child, either too fast or too slow. That is, until Miss Hazel, my English teacher, told me that the best way to count is to add Mississippi after each number to make it a full second. Strange, I know. I don’t even remember how I figured out I needed to blink three times in three seconds. It’s all too complicated really.
By Layla Abubakar4 years ago in Fiction
personal shopper.
– Make an event out of it.’ ” He had said. She’d always hated shopping, though. How bright the fluorescent lights were, how cold it always was. The sheer number of clothes to choose from, with all their "textures" and "patterns" and “color combinations” and whatever else.
By A Baptiste4 years ago in Fiction
The Consequence of Silence, part three
As they walked into the art museum, it was an entirely new thing for Bojack. It was a quiet and relaxing environment with large open areas with lots of seating and couches and plenty of employees watching your every move.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Fiction
The Consequence of Silence
The Consequence of Silence (Originally posted on my fanfiction account) Author's note: I REALLY love this show, and I really love all of the characters in it. I happened to accidentally stumble upon this show while watching reviews of related media, and by giving it a chance, I found it to be one of the most meaningful and mesmerizing experiences that I related to very well, on a spiritual and emotional level. On more than one occasion, these stories relating to these very well created characters made me cry. It's a matter of quality and effort these writers and certainly the creator put into that makes this show the original and honest piece of art that it is. In the face of it's last season already aired, closing this show to its finality, I feel like, in my opinion, these characters all deserve some degree of happiness. This is how I feel about these characters, so this is how I wrote it and I do respect the true ending of the show either way. I don't own it, but I adore it. Also, I'm a huge fan of Todd, and I do respect his asexuality, so I tried very hard to align with that and be realistic to relationships and who they are. This is my interpretation of the last season, and how I see the characters if things played out a bit differently. This begins right before Bojack accepts the drama professor role at Wesleyan University.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Fiction
