Fan Fiction

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I angrily walked away with my shoulders slumped, accepting defeat. I left the parking lot and walked into my apartment building and stood impatiently waiting on the elevator. I was relieved when it finally opened. I got in and quickly pressed my floor number.
By Carolyn B.2 years ago in Fiction
Great King Rat
Once upon a time, there lived a fat bastard named Eric Cartman. Tired of his arch nemesis Kyle destroying his plans to take over the throne of England, Eric composed of a cunning plan to seize the throne for himself and get his mother out of the brothel. Never again would he ask the evil Jew for advice. He would carry out his plan, whether Kyle liked it or not. As he scoffed every chicken leg in sight, he called his servant Butters into his chamber.
By Chloe Gilholy2 years ago in Fiction
Paul Simon: A Musical Legend and Storyteller
Paul Simon, brought into the world on October 13, 1941, in Newark, New Jersey, is one of the most compelling vocalist lyricists ever. With a vocation crossing more than sixty years, Simon has made a permanent imprint on the music business, mixing types, societies, and narrating into his work.
By MST SALMA KHATUN2 years ago in Fiction
Golden Sun & Silver Moon
The golden sun promised an exciting day for Ash and May. Something about the blinding daylight suggested that amazing things were about to happen. The journey to the beach was a long and winding road. The first step was to take the bus to the airport. Then the extensive checks and wait for the plain. The plane from Tokyo to London was over eight hours, and then there was a long train journey to Bournemouth.
By Chloe Gilholy2 years ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Could Talk to Shadows
Ellie had always felt invisible. At seventeen, she was the kind of girl who blended into the background, her quiet demeanour and unassuming presence making her easy to overlook. She spent most of her time alone, wandering the halls of her high school like a ghost, her nose buried in a book or her earbuds firmly in place. But everything changed the day she discovered she could talk to shadows.
By ngolle disere2 years ago in Fiction
The Unexpected Valentine
Sarah clung to the idea of Valentine's Day like a lifeline. The pink and red decorations, the perfume-laden air in department stores, the promise of a love so grand it could be celebrated with teddy bears and overpriced roses. It was the stuff of dreams.
By Thaddeus Edah2 years ago in Fiction
DELIVERING COOKIES TO MY GRANDMA * GONE WRONG* 🤳LIVE
🔴 LIVE NOW: 24-HR FOREST CHALLENGE (GONE WRONG?!) What’s up, Hoodlums? It’s your girl Blue here, and today, we’re doing something wild. I mean that literally. If you saw my last video, you know my grandma lives in the middle of nowherelike, no WiFi, no nothing kind of nowhere. So, I thought, why not turn this into content?
By didi’s bookmark2 years ago in Fiction
The Whispering Shadows
It was a cold, rainy night when Emily moved into the old, abandoned house on the outskirts of the town. The house had been empty for decades, and the locals always whispered about its dark past. But Emily, a freelance writer looking for solitude, ignored the rumors. The rent was cheap, and the house had a vintage charm that she couldn’t resist.
By zaibali2 years ago in Fiction
Tea Parties with Kurt Cobain
The click of the cassette echoes in my hands, plastic shell fitting snug into the deck, a gentle whirr, a faint magnetic hum. I press play. A soft crackle, a moment of nothing. Then, the tape rolls forward, static turns to sound— his voice, familiar and raw, unfurls in the room like smoke. I pour the tea while he sings.
By L.K. Rolan2 years ago in Fiction
The whole bloody Affair
Chapter One: The Vega Legacy Rico Vega had spent his life hearing about his father, Vincent Vega. Not from family—he didn’t have much of that—but from the kinds of people who lived in the shadows of Los Angeles. Vincent had been a man of reputation, someone who played the game and lost. Rico had no interest in making the same mistake.
By K-jay2 years ago in Fiction
A Valentine’s Day to Remember
The streets of New York were adorned with red and pink decorations, and the scent of fresh roses filled the air. Cafés buzzed with couples sharing soft laughter over candlelit dinners, and flower vendors were busy wrapping delicate bouquets for last-minute lovers. Among the crowd, Emma walked briskly, clutching a small wrapped gift in her hands. Her heart pounded as she rehearsed the words she wanted to say.
By Pranshu verma2 years ago in Fiction
Love in a Coffee Shop
The scent of freshly brewed coffee and vanilla filled the air as Elena stepped into Brew & Bliss, her favorite coffee shop in town. It was her little escape—a place where the world slowed down, where she could sink into a corner booth and get lost in her thoughts. Today, she needed that escape more than ever. She walked up to the counter, already knowing her order by heart. "One caramel latte, extra foam, please," she said, reaching for her wallet. Before she could pull out the money, a deep voice beside her spoke. "I’ll get that." Elena turned sharply, surprised. A man stood next to her—tall, with dark wavy hair and the kind of hazel eyes that seemed to hold stories. He had an easy, lopsided smile, the kind that made people instantly comfortable. "Excuse me?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Your coffee. Let me buy it for you," he said casually, as if this were a normal thing to do. She hesitated. "I don’t even know you." "Well, let’s fix that," he said with a chuckle. "I’m Noah. And you are…?" She eyed him for a moment before answering. "Elena." "Nice to meet you, Elena. Now, since I already paid, you kind of have to sit with me," he added with a teasing grin, handing her the coffee. Elena wasn’t sure what was more surprising—the fact that he had paid for her drink or the fact that she was actually considering sitting with a stranger. But there was something about his confidence, something disarming, and before she could overthink it, she found herself nodding. They took a seat by the window, where the afternoon sun cast soft golden light over their table. Outside, the city bustled with life, but inside, it felt like a world apart. "So, do you make a habit of buying coffee for strangers?" Elena asked, stirring her latte. Noah smirked. "Only the ones who look like they need a good conversation." "And what makes you think I need one?" He leaned back, studying her. "Well, for one, you walked in here looking like you had the weight of the world on your shoulders." She blinked. He wasn’t wrong. "Tough week," she admitted. "Then I guess I showed up at the right time." For the first time in days, she felt lighter. Their conversation flowed effortlessly, moving from small talk to deeper topics. He told her about his dream of opening a bookstore café, and she confessed how she always wanted to travel the world but never found the courage to start. They laughed over bad movie recommendations, debated over the best dessert (he swore by cheesecake, she was a die-hard brownie fan), and somewhere between stolen glances and playful teasing, Elena realized she was enjoying herself. Then, in a clumsy attempt to take a sip while laughing, Noah knocked over his coffee—straight onto his shirt. "Ah, great," he groaned, looking down at the mess. Elena burst into laughter. "Smooth, very smooth." "Glad I could entertain you," he said, dabbing at his shirt with a napkin. "Here," she said, handing him another napkin, shaking her head. Their hands brushed. A fleeting touch, but enough to send an unexpected warmth up her arm. She met his gaze, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. The coffee shop faded into the background. The noise, the people, the clinking of cups—it all became distant. It was just them. An hour turned into two. Two turned into three. And just when Elena thought she should probably leave, Noah leaned forward and said, "I don’t want this to end yet. Can I take you to dinner?" She hesitated. Was she really about to go on a date with someone she just met? But then, she thought about how easy it felt, how much she had smiled, how rare it was to meet someone who made time feel like it didn’t exist. "Okay," she said finally. "But you’re paying again." Noah laughed. "Deal. But only if you agree to a second date too." Elena shook her head, grinning. "Let’s survive the first one, Romeo." As they stepped out into the evening air, the soft glow of streetlights above them, Elena had a feeling—this was only the beginning.
By Olivia2 years ago in Fiction