Fan Fiction
THE ONLY TIME I LOST MY PREY
I have no friends. I can be social, just don’t bother my prey. As a matter of fact, if I were a human, I’d be considered a sociopath. My bite is deadly, and I don’t care about the blood. As a matter of fact, I love the smell of blood. I even love the way it tastes. I don’t care if you’re not bothering me. I bother you. During feeding time, the whole ocean around me colors itself red. I’m used to it. I’m probably as old as dirt, but I have a big belly to fill, so cut me break. I don’t expect you to imagine me second guessing my food. “It is what it is.” I’m mean, I’m big, I’m grey and that’s the way I like to keep it.
By Beautiful Intelligence4 years ago in Fiction
Jabber Jaw, Then and Now
This is a tale of stardom and downfall, of addiction and recovery, of violence and redemption. This is the story of everyone’s favorite drum playing, shapeshifting, great white shark, Jabber Jaw. Jabber Jaw’s climb to success was simple, he was one of very few talking sharks during a period when talking sharks were in high demand. The shark craze of the 1970s was every talking shark’s dream. He was invited to Hollywood parties before he even had an agent and landed some well-paying modeling work in the early 1970s. He started playing drums in his friend Clamhead’s band, The Neptunes, and the group achieved a superabundance of success.
By Jeffrey Myles4 years ago in Fiction
To Whom It May Concern
To whom it may concern, If you are reading this letter, you may either be surprised, angry, or not reading this letter for very long. To the media all I’m ever known as is a goon or a henchman, or worse, a “Rubberband”, thanks to that pseudo-hero Gold Guardian. I have a name and it is Samuel White, not that any of you ever cared to ask. I don’t really blame you, though. I know my own choices put me here and I have no one to blame but myself, especially for having some hope that I could find help while I was drowning in my mistakes.
By Pseudo Nym4 years ago in Fiction
There's Just Something Not Right About Maria
As the days seem to roll on in the month of October, June and Jade loved preparing for the Halloween celebration. It became a ritual year after year. But even more important to them was celebrating through November 2nd. Their families and friends all took part in the celebration as part of their heritage.
By Jason Friend4 years ago in Fiction
The Dark Trio {A Harry Potter Fanfiction}
Harry was sweet to Hagrid, he actually liked him more then he liked most people, however when Harry and Hagrid parted at King’s Cross, Harry felt like most of the kids there with their families and their happy goodbyes weren’t for him. Harry dragged his trunk aboard and found an empty compartment. About 5 minutes later the boy from the robes shop entered, the one with the blonde hair and the sharp nose. Harry slid himself into the corner of the compartment, pushing into the shadows as he often did. The blonde boy sat and slowly two larger boys entered and a girl with sharp facial features and dark hair. He learnt the boys were Crabbe and Goyle, and the girl was Pansy, the boy from the robe shop he knew was Draco Malfoy.
By Becky Arthurs4 years ago in Fiction
The Mermaid, her Project Mermaid X and thoughts over an inexpensive, non- shark fin soup
The Mermaid, her Project Mermaid X and thoughts over an inexpensive, non- shark fin soup As an ocean loyalist young mermaid perched over her soup, she looked over the oceans and felt she needed to advocate for the 400-million-year existence of her protectors and her shark species friends. The sharks who kept so much of her home, when she was not attending land-based meetings, being the ocean beds balanced, safe and beautiful. Shark heritage reminded her of land icons like Mandela, Obama and Fidel Castro alike. All shark species were her friends, and she knew she was going to use her voice to defend their rights as do for all in the waters. She would stop at nothing even if it meant working with the allure of her flowing, shiny locks and beautiful unicorn colored, mother of pearl tail scales as a distraction for her cause.
By Marica Quarsingh4 years ago in Fiction
Intentions & Karma
The Sun rises on a perfect spring day as our source of existense ascends into the morning sky, the ball of emence fire turns the manicured lawns of the sprawling Georgetown suburb into beds of glistening diamonds. The day starts inside the BETTENCOURT estate, where nestled in the butler's pantry is the most sophisticated coffee maker in the world. It begins to brew the very exotic and expensive Wild Kopi Luwak coffee. The butlers move about setting the table for the Bettencourt’s morning breakfast.
By Austin Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
Penelope
Penelope had to make a decision, one that she rarely if ever had to make. If she was going to save her marriage to Derek and if she was going to continue being his solace, then she would have to make the decison to be patient. Penelope knew Derek and all of his demons too well. He would fight for the right to fight them alone and he'd insist that he was fine even as he drowned, pride first in the black lagoon of dispair.
By Cynthia Fields4 years ago in Fiction
Calvin's Care Package
The paper was the weird part. Calvin had received countless care packages from his parents during his first year at ISU -- ok, countless packages from Mom and one short letter from Dad reminding him that degrees were expensive and failure builds character -- but none of them had ever come wrapped. Really, “wrapped” wasn’t the right word here. To say that something has been wrapped implies a level of care that escaped whoever mailed this particular parcel.
By Steven A Jones4 years ago in Fiction
Honey
Mattie heard the door knock and lethargically went toward the door. After all this date was not favorable to her, nor advised by her roommate. She had not told her mother about any of this due past history. Mattie believed in forgiveness and prosperous futures with blissful reunions, so she was obligated by her personal beliefs.
By Brodrick Sheffield4 years ago in Fiction
