Fan Fiction

The Reason: chapter’s four, five and six
Chapter four: permission “Ohhh fuck that's good! Mmm! Mmmphhh!” Husk heard his cries above a sea of bubbling climaxes, as the sensual movement of hips, sensual hands and groins kept a ocean of intimacy going steady.
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
Life is a gift...accept it. Top Story - November 2024.
In the dark dungeon of the five wizards, King Donn stood waiting for the advice of the skeletal quintuple magicians as they brewed their potions. He had consulted them to ascertain his luck on the upcoming merger with the Kingdom of Fyre.
By Antoni De'Leon2 years ago in Fiction
From Crisis to Triumph
Liv was a confident, beautiful, intelligent, and popular girl in the 8th grade. Once her teacher gave them a project they needed to present their thoughts on it next week.
By Ainy Abraham2 years ago in Fiction
In the End
In the end, when all is still, And time has bent to nature's will, When echoes fade and shadows lean, What will remain, and what is seen?
By FRANCIS IKEGBUNAM2 years ago in Fiction
Al Capone’s Big Secret: Why I’m Talking Brains, Not Bullets. AI-Generated.
Now, look, I ain’t sayin’ I ever planned to go legit. That’s like askin’ a bear to turn vegan or a shark to give up on fishin’. But strange things happen when you’re sittin’ on a pile of money in the middle of a Prohibition party with a glass of milk on the rocks (doctor’s orders, would you believe it?). And before I knew it, I had my nose deep in some surprising reading material about the human mind, wonderin’ why all these mugs kept chasin' their kicks even when it cost ‘em everything. Yeah, you heard me. Al Capone, scourge of the underworld, was gettin' curious about what made people tick upstairs. And no, I don’t mean the kind of tick you get from a crooked clock.
By ScienceStyled2 years ago in Fiction
Becoming
Becoming It started with a dream, as most things do. But this was not the sort of dream one could easily dismiss upon waking. It clung to her like a memory, soft and persistent, yet elusive.
By FRANCIS IKEGBUNAM2 years ago in Fiction
Beyond the cerebral
Beyond the Cerebral The river ran, a backward song, A pulse in time where none belong. Seris gone, the water swirled, A world undone, a broken world.
By FRANCIS IKEGBUNAM2 years ago in Fiction
The Queen Pelalandorus Incident
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. I remember it faintly. To others she was the Queen. To me, in halls unseen, she was just mother. Oh, my beautiful mother. How I miss her so.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Fiction