Fan Fiction
The Reason: Last chapters and epilogue
Chapter ten: the house of splinters Husk was deep in a different kind of game. Deep Aces, flushes and painstaking counts that could leave him either utterly devastated or reeling with pride. His momma often taught him to be wary of pride as, "Pride goes before destruction, a haughty spirit before a fall,” was her favorite thing to say in his youth. Proverbs 16:18 was a very outspoken verse in his house as they were very poor and usually didn’t have much to eat. School was for the rich. Farming was for… well, suited for his degree of intellectual caliber. Or so his papa often reminded him.
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Fiction
The Reason: chapter three
Chapter three: scientific method Anthony looked upon his friend with an almost scientific method set up in his mind. Husk, the once incredibly unsocial and taciturn man… was actually a true gentleman and a great listener. Husk’s usual cranky manner melted away into a soft nervousness and shyness as they closed the door to his friend’s room.
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Fiction
The Reason: Chapter two
Chapter two: getting to know you Charlie noticed the “two chatterboxes,” a term her girlfriend Vaggie studiously characterized upon the odd couple, as she was rattling off exercises she was planning for the hotel’s itinerary. They seemed completely unaware of the attention.
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Fiction
The Reason
The Reason A Hazbin Hotel fanfiction by Melissa Ingoldsby Chapter one: loser, together Anthony, AKA Angel, was a sex worker bound by a demon contract in hell. Abused, mistreated and beaten, he was forced to take up most of his afterlife’s time with strangers performing in the most brutally lurid sexual acts one can imagine.
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Normal Day
I often think back to that morning, the last normal one our civilization would ever experience. The sun was rising over the ruins of what the ancient humans had called "Minneapolis," casting long shadows through the crumbling concrete structures. I was watching Junior Researcher Vrr'tp carefully brush dust from another layer of sediment, just as they had done hundreds of times before. Everything seemed so ordinary, so scientific, so blissfully boring.
By sagar dhital2 years ago in Fiction
