Fan Fiction
A Load of Bull Part III: Back on the Trail
"There he is!" Gexis Eralasar said, pointing his great axe in the direction of the tavern just as a man in a blue cloak disappeared inside. "Finally, I will have my vengeance and reclaim lost honor in the name of clan Eralasar!"
By Adam Carden4 years ago in Fiction
Wrong Turn
The storm came on much quicker and heavier than Lucas had ever seen , A storm of the century perhaps , who knows . Seven years in a row he had made the trip , starting in the late spring from southern Alaska and following an old map that his grandfather had originally made , and then was passed on to his father , which then came to him .
By Edwin Rosengren4 years ago in Fiction
Mr Overcoat Has a Few Suggestions
William Shakespeare recognized the knock on his office door. This heralded a visit from Cameron Overcoat, his agent and also the impresario in charge of what happened at the Globe Theatre. Will put down his quill and waited for whatever nonsense was bound to be about to come his way.
By John Welford4 years ago in Fiction
Trollhunters: The Descent into Ragnarök
Ashka stretched amongst her pillows and blankets, looking up still in disbelief. “I can’t believe this is still all real”, she sighed. “It’s all fake love.”, a voice hissed from somewhere. Ashka looked around, “Huh?”. No response. Suddenly the silence was broken by the cries of Logi toddling over to her. “Alright, I’ll pick you up. You can sleep with me once you get bigger, I don’t want to squish you in my sleep.”, she said as she picked him up to hold him. A vibrating sound came from her desk spooked her as it was just her phone. “Oh, it’s just Jim.”, she said.
By The Bobcat Witch4 years ago in Fiction
Green Light
The writer sat on that grand porch in Great Neck looking over the Manhasset Bay to the opposing shore. Directly across from him in that vast darkness, the shadows and light of the half-moon played with the writer's eyesight. His grasp around the glass of gin in his right hand tightened in an attempt to stave off the trembling that had begun. When this failed, he downed the drink in its entirety and regretted the act immediately. He was foolish, sitting out here in the dark in his cups again. The tainted gin was the true source of the spooks and specters his eyes tried to pick out in the darkness. He had all but convinced himself that this was true. Offering a silent toast to the phantoms of his mind with a chuckle as he finished the contents of his drink.
By Elevynn ThaMuse4 years ago in Fiction
A Journey To the Other Side
I heard a blast that shifted me into an alternate universe. My Grandma Beth was there to greet me. A bright light surrounded us. She reached out and grabbed my hand. I touched her hand and my body felt warm and light. Kind of like the feeling you get when riding on a rollercoaster. Grams passed away three years ago; leaving the family in shambles. Was I dead? How; what happened? “I love you baby but it’s not your time.” My body jerked back and I was laying in a green lit operating room with bright lights in my face. Surrounded by doctors and nurses, I could not move. While laying there, I was left with my thoughts; wondering what happened to me. When I came to, my body felt like a ton of bricks had fell on me. The doctors asked me for my name and age; questions I could not answer. It took one year for me to completely heal. My mother took care of me. I watched her cry everyday, as I struggled to recover. First; my speech came back. Then I struggled through several months of physical therapy. The strength it took to recover, gave me a sense of enlightenment. Rewind to the beginning. Apparently; while catching the subway, I was attacked and robbed by a mob of young kids. One hit me in the head with a bat and the others proceeded to kick me. My consciousness was lost and I was left to die. We had a sketch drawn of my attackers when my memory came back. However; they were never caught.
By Brittany Fuller4 years ago in Fiction
Nuptials
"You are a very good cook, as well as being a very beautiful woman," Saeon praised Ines after he had eaten more than she could in three days. Ines managed to mumble a soft thank you as she sat at her desk looking at her journal. She was fumbling and nervous now that he had finished eating. What was next? Would he be as bad as Wizard? Would he leave her alone and go on back to his duty in New City? She hoped that it would be the latter. She had no plan but this one at least couldn't sense her. He seemed to be a normal man. Very muscular body and young. Even younger than Wizard had been. If he tried anything she could at least hide from him in her mountain. He stood up. Ines stood up as well. He picked up his dishes he had used and put them in the sink. Well, at least he didn't regard her as a servant. "Woman, you seem to be real jumpy," he walked over to where she stood, frozen. "I hope you don't think that I would harm you. I'll do the dishes and then maybe we can talk a while before we bed." Ines rushed over to the sink and opened up the dishwasher saying, "No, I got it. Maybe you'd like to watch a movie. It won't take me long to clean the kitchen." "Woman. come here," he commanded, expecting her to obey. He needed to calm her down. She was as nervous as a mouse in a cage waiting for what it's fate would be. As she walked over to where he stood, she never lifted her head. When she stood about three steps in front of him, she stopped. "Look at me," he said as he put both his hands on her arms. She lifted her head as he stepped closer to her and there she met his gaze. His eyes and his touch calmed her. He was affected. His eyes were like green lights transmitting his will into her mind through her eyes. He pulled her to him and kissed her gently, pulling her deeper into his will. "Where do we wash and bed, " he asked, softly. She led him into her bedroom.
By Nelly Black4 years ago in Fiction
Anemoia
They corral them all up in this classroom silence, low murmurs and the occasional hushed chiding breaking up the sentence of monotony that their individual afflictions have earned them. They wallow in their labels as though they are comfort blankets that swaddle them gently and keep them safe. No one here is any different from the other. They’ve all been fucked over, fucked up, or just plain fucked by someone they once loved, and while most of the guilty parties are running free, these poor bastards pay for the cost of someone else’s sins every single day.
By Kai K Colby4 years ago in Fiction
