Fan Fiction
The Warmth Beyond the Snow
Not the thin gray ribbon that usually rose from a chimney on a winter morning. This smoke was black. It climbed straight into the pale sky above the frozen valley, thick enough to look like a storm cloud hanging over the mountains.
By Behind the Curtainabout a month ago in Fiction
Stitch: The Flash-Freeze of '96
While the rest of the riders at the Orlando regional track were choking on dust and chasing brackets, Bane was trying to drown out the oppressive, ninety-two-degree Florida heat. It was late October of 1996, and the air behind the staging lanes smelled heavily of sunbaked asphalt, race fuel, and hot metal. He leaned his shoulder against the rusted frame of a tool trailer, spinning a pedal with the toe of his skate shoe. To everyone else, he was just another local kid killing time before the next moto. In reality, he was completely detached, exhaustion pulling at his eyes.
By Syl De'Vilabout a month ago in Fiction
Stitch: The Wire Song.. Content Warning.
The winter hunger isn't a rumble in your belly; it is a hollow, driving madness that consumes your entire mind. For six grueling months, you haven't been a girl named Sara. You haven't worn your heavy hiking boots or thought about a home back in Maine. Something deep and unexplainable broke inside your psyche under the weight of everything that you carry, and you fled, trapped entirely inside the thick, striking coat of a fox.
By Syl De'Vilabout a month ago in Fiction
Stitch:The Alpine Crimson
The biting, sub‑zero wind howling across the Swiss Alps didn’t just freeze the skin; it carved straight into the bone. For miles in every direction, the landscape was a blinding, desolate canvas of white and jagged grey peak. The winter air was so thin it felt like breathing shattered glass, carrying nothing but the lonely roar of the wind and the constant threat of an avalanche.
By Syl De'Vilabout a month ago in Fiction
Stitch: Winter Freeze of '96
The regional BMX track outside of Orlando was a chaotic, dust-choked ring of adrenaline and family friction in late October of 1996. The heat was sitting at a sweltering ninety-two degrees, the thick Florida air smelling heavily of fried concessions, melting tire rubber, and copper-rich dirt. Ted sat on a folding lawn chair near the starting gate, a pair of dark aviators hiding his critical gaze as he watched the brackets warm up. Next to him, Lisa was meticulously organizing the cooler, ensuring the sports drinks were perfectly packed in ice.
By Syl De'Vilabout a month ago in Fiction
MHOS Part 40: Harvesting Common Mullein. Content Warning.
It's morning and I'm staring at the bite marks in the mirror that Alastor had commented on the night before and all I can think about is the way Alastors cheek felt pressed against mine. As I slide my shirt on properly to hide the marks, shake my head and make breakfast as I flip through my book on deals..
By Her Ellaness♿️2 months ago in Fiction
RACHAEL’S Digital Survival 2026💻
Imagine your very own personal digital survival. This is mine. Rachael. Right there, in the heart of fall. WHAT a similar relation. As the digiral(lotto/value numbers fall).Could time not be set in the most wrongest season of all? At the wrongest time ever? You guesssed it correct!ITS THE FALL of the digital age! It’s lifes Celebration ‘after 9/11. It’s the lively symbolism, that goes hand in hand with 9/11. To me. 9/11 is seriously safely, hard to come by. I feel qualified to run run run farrrrrrrrrrr away from this Challenge AS POSSIBLE. With 9/11 because I d survived so much. To avoid pitfalls.t To only bump back into it, would be under faiths preventive measures! I second by seconds try to avoid. I’d survived like the rest of this world. I ran away so many times. I really get into movies. 🎥 Sometimes i take things to farrr as they do need to be distant. I put that up against what I’m in for. Like just like,:the rest of the world line you draw when it comes to consistent death though. Some people if granted the power will use it for the wrong reasons. I feel like i survived that world.🌎 lSurvived a world involving symbolism and code. I Overtime Rachael grew up being inspired by other digital world movies like: The Matrix Trilogy, Jumanji 2, and The incredibles… and Star Wars, star ⭐️ trek. Also all the escape rooms.
By Rachael Frazier2 months ago in Fiction
MHOS Part 39: Wrath Lake. Content Warning.
I pull into the park in Wrath and make my way to the Gazebo where I see Alastor smoking and drinking a coffee. "Good morning" I say. Alastor looks at his pocket watch "Yes, it must have been, it's 11am" I roll my eyes.
By Her Ellaness♿️2 months ago in Fiction
MHOS Part 38: Gathering documents & other things. Content Warning.
I wake up to a clean kitchen with clean dishes in the dish rack, including my jar, which I grab and slide in my pocket. I grab the rice disks and put them in the freezer and grab two breakfast cubes out of the freezer. I make a pot of coffee and go back upstairs to check on Husk who is just starting to wake up.
By Her Ellaness♿️2 months ago in Fiction
