Fan Fiction

CRYO
It was a good thing Denny McGregor didn't know he was going to die that day. It would definitely have put somewhat of a damper on his otherwise great mood.
By Lisa Cetinic4 years ago in Fiction
Sins Of The Father
October 30th, 1963 behind 1700 acres of farmland, a woman could be heard laboring as the midwife reassured her that the fruit of her labor was near. Her dissaproving but supportive mother-in-law, Lady Jean, held her up as she pushed one last time. The baby was delived into the arms of midwife LaNora James. The childs parents were Beth and Samuel Eloi-Jean. Her last name was proof that this child had a family history that dated back to England, then merged bloodlines with the French. She had been born to a family with a dark past and she would one day be the owner of their sugar cane farm and all of the blood that was shed on it.
By Wanjay484 years ago in Fiction
Superhero
I grew up just like every other kid. I watched on T.V. as the Protectors saved the world countless times. Glacier, Superstrike, Starbeam and his wife Moonglow and of course the Almighty Alpha! I wanted to be one of them. I wanted to fight Ivan the Erector, Killbot, Masterman, Blaster, Dr. Sorrow. That's what I wanted to be when I grew up. That's what I told my parents and teachers.
By Tyrone Livingston4 years ago in Fiction
Smurf’s Zingaloo
Looking out of the glass door, my dog Smurf ponders, upon life or the smell beneath his feet. “What is out there waiting for me?” “Do we truly know what is beyond this invisible door?” “Why do my feet smell like rabbit pee?” I’m just a dog so they say, but is it wrong for me to believe I’m so much more than that. Hi sorry let me introduce myself. My name is Smurf Meeks and I believe everything stinks, but sometimes the unexpected thing can taste very good. You know like the poop squirrels leave behind that taste just like peanut butter, but it smells like your back side. Sorry to put it so harshly, but you humans make my nose turn up with the odors you have exploding out of your rear end. It’s okay sometimes I stink too.
By Tamyrria Meeks4 years ago in Fiction
The Allure of Darkness
Dear diary, today I return home to Mystic Falls. It's been 3 years since I've been gone, Bonnie has been keeping me updated with everything that's been going on while I was gone. Apparently everything that Grams said was true, vampires are real, and there in Mystic Falls, Caroline is a vampire, Elena's boyfriend is a vampire, and his brother Damon is a vampire as well. Sigh, looks like we've got our work cut out for us don't we. Oh, I forgot to mention Bonnie is finally coming into her witch powers, and I'm so proud of her. I'm pretty sure she can handle the gang on her own, but with vampires involved things are gonna get sticky.
By Joshalynn 4 years ago in Fiction
The Secret of Bungo Baggins
Note, this is not an authorised Lord of The Rings short story, but a fan written piece of fiction. The secret of Bungo Baggins.
By Shaun Kelly4 years ago in Fiction
Rain On My Window
Jimin sat impatiently in the driver's seat of his luxury car. He was stuck in the middle of the road in the middle of the night. The traffic was always horrendous at this time on a Friday night.
By Ramona A Todd4 years ago in Fiction
The Fisher
My favorite memories of my childhood would without a doubt be the camping and fishing trips my family and I often went on. But one of those trips I will never forget. On this particular trip, it was just my Dad and I that would be going. It was on my tenth birthday. I remember how excited I was as my Dad and I packed the old jeep with all our camping and fishing gear. This was the first time that my Mom and sister would not be going. I probably reminded my Dad a hundred times before we left for this trip how this would be, "Just for us two guys trip".
By Christi Brannon4 years ago in Fiction
Mentally It Exists Visually Not
I half slept and half awake, hearing the sound of rain falling on the window of my room asking me to get up, my body all drenched in sweat and my mind refusing to get up. Sometimes we all land up into some different world in our dreams from where we don't want to get up or, even if we want to, somehow time stops.
By Rumzz Bajwa 4 years ago in Fiction
HE-MAN & THE MOTU CHAPTER #2 12/15/2021
HE-MAN: & THE MOTU CHAP. II - 12/14/2021 THE HALL OF WISDOM A view of The Hall of Wisdom - A grand, glorious, luminescent structure; before it are a pair of massive doors to the imposing eddifice.There is a humming sound heard from the other side.
By GARY MAZIN4 years ago in Fiction
Faith and Freedom
18th February 1947 Dear Mother Abbess, It is with a grateful heart that I am able to write you. If it weren’t for the help of you and the sisters in the Nonnberg Abbey we mightn’t have ever had such a beautiful life as this.
By Emily Beraldo 4 years ago in Fiction
Warrior NUN: Margo
PROLOGUE- "Exodus 23:20" Margo clutched the engraved gold-plated talisman around her neck, it was all she had left. She stood at the entry of the apartment and through blurry eyes watched the enraged fire swallow all her belongings. The apartment wasn't anything special, but it was the only place where she could remember both her parents vibrant and happy. Her father was a strong and proud man, never forgetting his roots and through hardships would hold steadfast to his faith; something he tried to instill in her, but she never took to it. Neither did her mother and maybe that is what caused their separation. Her mother was a gentle soul, always smiling and always loving but was free-spirited and didn't believe in being controlled by religious practices. The memories of who they used to be wilted and cracked under the ferocious flames, turning to ash and dust.
By Ashley Felton 4 years ago in Fiction