Fan Fiction
Dettlaff's Redemption
"Dettlaff, no!" Regis clear voice and the hoarse shout of the witcher "Stop it!" cut through my blood rage. Was it worth killing that woman and then having to face Regis and either killing him too or getting killed? Was it worth killing the witcher, who would otherwise never give up and hunt me for a long time? Not that I am overly concerned with those humans, but Geralt of Rivia had touched something in me.
By Adriana Pausenwein4 years ago in Fiction
Feeling Human part seven
Being human now, it feels so good and free, and I am experiencing so much. At first, it was a crazy and strange experience, learning how to breathe naturally (which Leela told me it is something you don’t need to consciously do, you just do it, haha)and drink and eat, go to the bathroom and even sleep as a human. It was all so new and weird, and I felt better to have someone there to help me out to maneuver through this with relative ease.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Fiction
Native Love
There is a young boy named Little Elk, he is tall and slim he also has long dark hair with a feather on his head and a flute in his hand. Every evening Little Elk would go up to the canyon top to play his flute for the one he loves. Her name is Bright Star, she is very beautiful. She has long black hair down to her hips.
By Whitney L. Behen 4 years ago in Fiction
Frankenstein - 2009
It is my belief that the ultimate turning point for Victor Frankenstein’s monster was the refusal of the doctor to grant his creature the love of a companion and in doing so dooms him to eternal unhappiness. For my project, I have chosen to write an alternate ending for the novel so I can explore what may have happened if the original course of events had been different.....
By Jay Taylor4 years ago in Fiction
The Little Red Hooded Hunter
Once upon a time, in a faraway land where the sun rose in the west and fell in the east, was a lush and fertile land. The land was covered in dense forests and large rolling plains, bisected by mountains whose tops reached the heavens, and surrounded by blue waters as far as the eye could see. Both human and non-human alike inhabited this strange land. Many mythical creatures roamed the prairies, dwelling in the caves and oceans, claiming the lands as their own. They moved across the lands freely, acting as nature had willed them, devouring their prey without remorse and hiding their true natures.
By Neil A. Romero4 years ago in Fiction
Feeling Human part five
First dates are for the birds, I say. I don’t want to think of anything but my first meal. Getting input from Fry helped me feel better about my decision to be human. I think if I really go back into my memory, I always was curious about the human condition. Love was something I openly hated, but I knew I could feel things before, and I pushed it down. Deep down, until I couldn’t distinguish myself between a more cold, emotionless robot, or a cold, emotionless human… but I thought I was fooling everyone.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Fiction
The island at noon
The first time he saw the island, Marini was courteously leaning down toward the seat on his left, setting down the plastic table and putting up the lunch tray. As he walked back and forth with his magazine or his whiskey glass, the female passenger looked at him several times; Malini unhurriedly adjusted the table, bored, wondering if it was necessary to respond to the persistent gaze of the female passenger - an American woman, one of many American female passengers. Just then, the blue oval of the porthole window showed the coast of the island, with its beaches like golden ribbons and a small hill clustered around a central wilderness. Marini smiled at the female passenger as she righted her tilted beer glass. "A Greek island." He said. "Oh, yes, Greece." The American woman replied, feigning interest. The bell rang and the steward straightened up, a professional smile still lingering on his thin lips. He went to fetch tomato juice for a Syrian couple, but paused for a few seconds to look down when he reached the rear of the cabin: the island was small, isolated in the sea, with the azure Aegean encircling it, framing it with a dazzling frozen white edge that should have been the waves splashing between the reef and the bay. Marini watched the desolate beach stretching north and west, the rest of it a mountainous ridge that tapered into the sea. A rock-strewn deserted island, though the leaden gray speck near the northern beach could have been a home, perhaps a cluster of primitive houses. He opened his can of juice, and by the time he straightened up the island had disappeared through the porthole, leaving only the sea, a sprawling green horizon. He subconsciously glanced at his watch: it was just about noon.
By Moxadple ggg4 years ago in Fiction
