Fan Fiction

Sunrise on the grassland
In the early morning bush, a young boy encountered the following scenario. He ran closer, then stood still, an inexplicable new fear bringing him to a halt. The grass around him was vibrant and whispering. He looked around wildly, then looked down. The ground was black with ants, big and strong, and they ignored him, hurrying toward something struggling, as if bright, shiny black water was flowing through the grass.
By BobBam4 years ago in Fiction
The Downtown Mushrooms
The wind, coming to the city from far away, carries an unusual gift, but only a few sensitive people notice it, like those with hay fever, who sneeze because of pollen wafting from elsewhere.
By BobBam4 years ago in Fiction
The wolves in pairs
They walked slowly through the wind and snow. He and she, they were two wolves. He was big and sturdy, with knife-striped ears, a gleaming gaze and hard, strong teeth. She was completely different, she was small, with a dark nose and eyes that were always moist, with a small southern breeze like hazy mist, suspended like above a pool of autumn water. His style is the look of the mountain, her style is the look of the water.
By Jackmama4 years ago in Fiction
On the Run
The man had a long beard and was already a bit old, simply too old for the woman. There was also a child there, a very small child. The child kept crying and crying because he was hungry. Even the woman was hungry, but she did not say a word, and when the man looked towards her, she smiled a little, or at least tried to smile. The man was equally hungry.
By Jackmama4 years ago in Fiction
Time Travel
Time travel has always been a fascination of mine, almost an obsession. What if we could go back to any time period in history? Where would you go? What interests you so much about that particular era?
By John Whye4 years ago in Fiction
The symbolic control
In the year 10,000, the level of technology of human beings on Earth has reached the level of perfection. In this age of technological explosion, the total number of robots on Earth is already comparable to humans. The capabilities and intelligence of the robots were astonishing. Finally, in 11111, the robots began to wage war on humans, trying to make humans extinct and machines dominate the world. Since the people of Earth did not take precautions, they were all killed by the robots one by one. Eventually, only the last person left on Earth - a robotics expert. He manipulated his many, many robots to protect himself, only to be spared.
By DannyMox4 years ago in Fiction
Seerat (qualities) but the face does not love.
story of beauty and beast Once upon a time, a businessman lived with his three daughters. The merchant was in love with his three daughters. One day he had to go to another country for some work, before leaving, the merchant called his three daughters to him and asked, "My dear girls, what should I bring for all three of you from abroad?"
By Navin Kumar das4 years ago in Fiction
Doctaroo and the Guy with the Golden Gnu.
Chapter One A Tuesday morning in Hyde Park is much like every other morning in Hyde Park. Pigeons, Gulls and Starlings vie for attention from the tourists and joggers, each expecting seed, corn or the odd sandwich corner thrown to them by sightseers. However, this particular Tuesday was slightly different. The gulls had flown off to Margate, the pigeons had decided just to hang around Trafalgar Square and the starlings had discovered a garden in Beckenham where a little old lady had put out some fat balls and one of those suet-filled half coconut shells. The reason for this was that someone had parked an old, red Telephone Box on the grass near Prince's Gate. The door was open and an odd mixture of people came out.
By Paul Cowan4 years ago in Fiction
Wrongful Conviction
Hansel & Gretel the Gluttons This all started when those rotten kids kept eating my house. I am a lonely widow and can't afford to build a house out of anything more than treats. Everytime I add something to the house the little brats come by and eat it. No respect for their elders and no regard for anyone or anything other than their disgusting little sweet tooths.
By Christopher Head4 years ago in Fiction
A Prologue for "Lord of the Flies"
Ben rolled onto his side and glanced at the alarm clock, it’s obnoxious ring echoing in his brain. He hesitated a moment, his eyes adjusting to the dimness around him. Already seven o’ clock.
By Madison "Maddy" Newton4 years ago in Fiction
The Snuggled Dinosaur
Looking all around, all Johnny could see was destruction. Lives lost needlessly in the most painful of circumstances. Body parts littered what looked like every square inch of the courtyard, but why had he been spared? He was a lowly navigator with no real value to his name.
By Ben Shelley4 years ago in Fiction
Adams last letter to Pandora
'TO PANDORA with sincerity from your Brother Beast in burden, sharer of thine curse, PROMETHEUS "AS THEIR ETERNAL CURSE IS REVERSED"
By Anthony Hancock4 years ago in Fiction