Fan Fiction

Death Among Us
Death Among Us I grasped on to the gold heart shaped locket that was the last remaining object to my passed. Clutching it to my chest.I sit in the dark corner on the bed in my son's room rocking back and forth as amother would do with their child. In a sense that was what I was doing. Inside the gold heart held everything I loved and cherished most, a picture of my son and I on the day he was born.
By Kathleen Kile5 years ago in Fiction
A Fleeting Wisp of Hope
"I envy your conviction." Just words, but coming from Nny, it was the rarest of compliments. Before Edgar could say anything about it, his eyes wandered instinctively at the yellow pale of Nny's hand. Edgar blanched as those fingers reached for the trigger. Before the trigger was pulled, however, an even rarer event occurred. Their eyes met for the last time. Nny was almost captivated, by this man, by this total lack of social dignity, but he saw something more. He couldn't place what.
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 years ago in Fiction
Poking a Vampire
The Coalition Army marched forth, their destination the Vampire Kingdoms of the south. No war with the Kingdoms had ever been attempted before, and small skirmishes had proven them to be a foe to be wary of. But the Vampires were steward foes of humanity, and the Coalition had a duty to protect humans and as such each soldier marched with grim determination. As they got further and further south the sky grew steadily darker until finally the land seemed to be perpetually night; not only that but while most beasts would avoid such a large group unless pressed the creatures of these lands charged recklessly, most were quickly dispatched by well prepared fire but every so often a Coalition soldier would be dragged to his death,
By Alex5 years ago in Fiction
A Nomad's Song
A Nomad’s Song By Michael Castillo June 28th 2021 It started for you like it does for everyone who hears the song. First their eyes burned orange like the fiery tendrils which cracked the ashen clouds of the Mad Winter. Then their voices splintered like breaking glass.
By Michael Castillo5 years ago in Fiction
Warm world
Warm World – The Turning Thick moving mud. You could smell it for miles. The blackish brown stiff flowing river. Too slow to even seem to contain water. But too fast to wade across. Anyone fool enough to try to make their way across without using a bridge, or boat was just trying to commit suicide.
By JoAnna Hampton5 years ago in Fiction
The Final Option
It was inevitable. The collapse of society and broken promises revealed in an instant with a series of bright flashes across the sky and the necessity of order and control by government rule. How did it happen? How could we be so blind?
By Timothy W. McKee5 years ago in Fiction
MAYBE
MAYBE My great grandfather had thousands of acres of prime land that had a large river running through it. He had seven sons and two daughters. As his children got married, he gave each of the three hundred acres. Back then, neighbors and family would come for a “barn raising”, which provided a house and barn for the young couple to get a start in life. He would give each some cattle and horses, and farm equipment. My grandfather married and received his inheritance when the “Great War” started. He, like many young men, enlisted in the army. Knowing his wife feared for him, he bought a heart shaped locket on a chain that had their wedding picture in it. He told her to look at it when she was afraid. He always thought he'd be coming back.
By Don McDougle5 years ago in Fiction
Demon Slayer
“3,4,5, Ha I won, I killed 5 demons.” I said walking around the abandoned fairground, as I wiped the black blood off my sword and sheath it for later. “Sorry Elle I killed 6, pay up” Jacob said walking towards me with his hand out. Egotistical pain in the butt, I think to myself. Jacob had shoulder length brown hair and dazzling light blue eyes, you just want to dive into. Jacob and I have been friends since we were in diapers. I have had a major crush on Jacob since forever, but unfortunately he doesn’t see me as anything other than a friend. “Fine it was 20 bucks right?” I said hoping he doesn’t question my statement. “Nice try, it was 25, and you know it” he said, rolling his eyes, acting like I was a bother. “Oh look here comes the commander,” I said, trying to distract him from the impending debt I now owe. As soon as the commander walks up a three demons come charging at us, I pull out my gun and sword and start shooting.
By Lauren Feldman 5 years ago in Fiction
The Anchors
I’m what they call an Anchor. The government gave the name to those of us who have the current genetic make-up to be of benefit to the human race. The anchor symbolizes hope and stability for our world. Only a small portion of us have been dubbed an anchor. Most of us are identified by a rope-like necklace with an anchor pendent. Then there are others like myself, who were given a heart-shaped locket with an achnor inside it. I never understood why the difference and it seems to be some secret.
By Merrie5 years ago in Fiction
The Death Within
All stories can either be happy or sad...My life is just in between, however, if you're reading this that means something changed. My mother once told me, that the greatest killer is not a man, that of disease or Hunger but the death within. I would like to tell you more about how it all began, where I come from, and who I am, but for now. I will just give you my name. My name is Sarah, and this heart of a locket you could call it is the heart of my mother. Every day things seem to increase from bad to worse, to the point I begin to miss when only Covid was a thing that was the worst. I remember at least in those times maybe a temporary relief. Today's date is 2028 for the month and the day I have no idea. It's been over a year that the world has just stopped caring what day or month that it is, as we continue to hope that maybe next year will be something better. Currently, I like many others I am dying. Most of us now don't live past our 30s there are still some of us that survived however it's just a matter of time. So if you're wondering what it is I'm speaking of, things must've gotten better. Please take care of yourself because the things I'm speaking of, or of things to come and to continue to come now but even in the future when things may seem to be better. --- Ever since I was a little girl I've seen a lot of great sadness. I was there when the Spanish flu, World War II, swine disease, Covid, and A call for peace was made worldwide. If you're wondering, yes I am old. I'm 110 years of age sometime this year. How? Remember that locket, the heart of my mother? Sometime in 2023 or 2024 something Happened that no one saw coming. Something my mother has spoken of as long ago. See it wasn't a pandemic that you cannot see. Many other events unfolded, the markets closed and digital currencies begin to sweep the nation ending in a crash that only had a domino effect on the world. The world at that time depended on it for its banking and all other finances. Which is no more, now there's neither rich nor poor. We are all poor to some degree, many others are worse off than me. But still, this is not what's killing us. We are all suffering from the death within, and it's not the pandemic that broke out yesterday. I'm sure there is still more to come, and Hunger seems to be more and more widespread. I know that I said my story is neither sad nor happy. I want to share a secret, that my mother told me."Daughter, I want to share something with you that you can choose to keep or to tell others but know that if you share
By Thomous Goddard5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart Shaped Locket
The pandemic way of living was the most eerie feeling day and night. As the woman wandered the darkened streets alone even though it was just 9pm at night but no one was to be seen. The restaurants had all closed, people weren’t leaving their homes anymore those that had survived and not moved away to remote locations. Anyone who was there was just keeping themselves inside the house. She reached in her pocket of her vintage coat and felt deep in her pocket the object she was searching for. She began tracing her finger over the surface of it, just to relieve her stress and anxiety.
By Avril Doucette5 years ago in Fiction
A Parasitic Consequence
Before he could register anything that happened, he found himself pinned to the floor, with numerous punches coming his way. The air was knocked out of his lungs and he wheezed heavily. One punch landed right on his nose, and he could just sense an oncoming bloody nose.
By Natalie Longe5 years ago in Fiction