Fan Fiction
A HOLY PEAR-ING
I would like to share a fruity tale that should leave a nice taste in your mouth. With the reduction of the Covid-19 restrictions, the venders at the local produce markets had returned to peddle their goods. I would like to mention, my father was a chef; thus, I was brought up with the mindset to purchase fresh produce to enhance the flavor of a meal.
By Fabian Ellis4 years ago in Fiction
Harry Potter/Elder Scrolls Fan Fiction #1
Neville Longbottom was feeling flustered.This, of course, was nothing new to him as he was the clumsiest wizard in the whole of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He had done his best to fit in with the other students in Gryffindor house but usually found himself at the back end of their jokes. It’s important to understand that in a world full of all kinds of magical things and witches and wizards capable of such amazing feats that Neville, in comparison, was not remarkable at all. Neville was often even accused of being mis-sorted into Gryffindor as he was not bold or very brave as far as even he was concerned most of the time. Neville shook his head, sitting on board the vaunted Hogwarts Express, thinking back on the events of the last year, and sighing deeply at the fact that it was all coming to an end. Neville and company had just completed the 5th year at Hogwarts and had grown rather close with each other. He looked around the compartment he shared with three others, first to Harry Potter, the To Ron Weasley, and lastly to Hermione Granger. Together this last year they had formed Dumbledore's Army with some other students taking a stand for proper self defense instruction, particularly against the dark arts. They all were visibly sad with the end of term and began sharing summer holiday plans.
By Ryan and Leann4 years ago in Fiction
Bonovelent
They had been traveling for ten hours now and Saeon was still telling her about the different ways people of the Afterwar had been affected. In the morning they would see signs and markings of different territories. Most of the clans and settlements were not hostile, but needed much in the way of medicine, food and tools. He would leave a bundle at the first marking with a note telling them to list the things they needed most. He would repeat this at each marking until they reached the outpost. Now it was time to rest and he turned off the road and got out to move some kind of fence covered with foliage and vines. He then drove the truck through and got out to put the fence back in place. He had discovered this place when he had received his mission to find, join, and then kill the leader of the Raging Bull Gang.
By Nelly Black4 years ago in 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
