Fan Fiction
Roulette
The game is called Roulette. It isn't your typical casino game. There is no wheel or any numbers. There is no little white ball. This game is more along the lines of Russian roulette but not quite. There's no gun. There's no single bullet. Death is not the fate of the loser. Survival is not the motivation of the winner either, instead it's a million dollar prize.
By Tyrone Livingston4 years ago in Fiction
Baker Street
Prisms hung in my living room, the light shining through refracting rainbows onto the wall. The beautiful patterns instantly brought me back to the childhood summer. The one that not only changed my life forever but gave me a new appreciation for life and the things that some take for granted. Thoughts of Mr.Pendleton always made me smile as I watched the prisms dance on the wall. Returning to the recipe box in front of me I looked down. Carefully thumbing through the recipes inside, the neat handwriting on each card bringing me back even further to that summer.
By Misha Alsleben4 years ago in Fiction
It takes soup.
As a toddler, little Miss Honey had to find ways to cope with her dad’s absence. She was way too young to understand death. But she understood feelings very well. In her mind, she knew that her Aunt Trunchbull was mean. Because of that, she wanted to do anything she could to reduce that meanness.
By Ashley Mackey5 years ago in Fiction
Cookie's Bakery
Bruce Bogtrotter Jr. was a freshman at Wormwood University. After his first day of classes, he worked up an appetite. While on his way to the cafeteria, he passed by the school’s bakery. His first instinct was to slither like a serpent and eat the entire confection. But he himself was no sneak thief. So, he ignored the sweet scents and proceeded to go and get lunch.
By Ashley Mackey5 years ago in Fiction
Silent Screams
They weren’t expecting much of a fight from the twenty-nine year old college student and activist they had been sent to kidnap; who was mostly deaf, barely verbal, and rarely wore her hearing aids. The two men knew all this because they had been watching her for days. She was currently loading a box of supplies and handmade rally signs next to the now empty cooler in the hatchback trunk of her car.
By Haddessah Anne Brice5 years ago in Fiction
Retirement Party
Agent Miles , also known as 27 , sat at the little desk in his hotel room , looking into the mirror at the face he had known all his life , for one last time , His sky blue eyes , he had often received compliments on those , especially from the ladies , his slightly crooked nose , It had been broken three times ... no four .
By Edwin Rosengren5 years ago in Fiction
Free
So I’m making my boyfriend this really rich chocolate cake. I’m making it from scratch even though I have no fucking clue What I’m doing. And I’m thinking about how his beautiful blue eyes gets red and wide, his mouth turns into a solid line, trembling and the tears flow down his cheek. I’m mixing in the real cocoa powder, and my heart is trembling, thinking of my sweetheart having another anxiety attack. God, I can’t stand it when Tweek is upset, it kills me so bad, I cry sometimes. Then, when I cry, Tweek cries louder. If I had a genie and had only one wish, I’d wish for Tweek to be free of anxiety forever.
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 years ago in Fiction
How do make de chocolate cake with the Swedish Chef
The Swedish Chef stood behind the prep table to his rather large kitchen chasing a headless chicken around with a meat cleaver, he had gotten as far as decapitating the chicken, but forgot to take into consideration that the nervous system of a chicken was such that they could still move around for a while after they were decapitated.
By Timothy E Jones5 years ago in Fiction
Dynasty: A Batman Tale - Part 10
NOW At first glance, the Antarctica appeared to be a huge glacier protruding from Gotham Harbor. Commonly referred to as The Iceberg, at just over six hundred feet in length, it was the largest yacht in the world. Sheathed with three inch thick mirrored bulletproof glass and powered by a small army, the yacht was an impenetrable fortress and home to Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot. Chester as he preferred to be called, was known for being a ’Gentleman Criminal’ with a fondness for wearing formal tuxedos earning him the nickname ‘Penguin’.
By Jarad Mann5 years ago in Fiction
