Fan Fiction
Native Love
There is a young boy named Little Elk, he is tall and slim he also has long dark hair with a feather on his head and a flute in his hand. Every evening Little Elk would go up to the canyon top to play his flute for the one he loves. Her name is Bright Star, she is very beautiful. She has long black hair down to her hips.
Whitney L. BehenPublished 2 years ago in FictionFeeling Human part six
Oh my God, Bender is hot. I mean, super, mega, ultra hot. He’s like Brad Pitt and Benicio Del Toro mixed together. Spleesh! I see everyone trying to sneak a peek of him.
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 2 years ago in FictionFrankenstein - 2009
It is my belief that the ultimate turning point for Victor Frankenstein’s monster was the refusal of the doctor to grant his creature the love of a companion and in doing so dooms him to eternal unhappiness. For my project, I have chosen to write an alternate ending for the novel so I can explore what may have happened if the original course of events had been different.....
Jay TaylorPublished 2 years ago in FictionThe Little Red Hooded Hunter
Once upon a time, in a faraway land where the sun rose in the west and fell in the east, was a lush and fertile land. The land was covered in dense forests and large rolling plains, bisected by mountains whose tops reached the heavens, and surrounded by blue waters as far as the eye could see. Both human and non-human alike inhabited this strange land. Many mythical creatures roamed the prairies, dwelling in the caves and oceans, claiming the lands as their own. They moved across the lands freely, acting as nature had willed them, devouring their prey without remorse and hiding their true natures.
Neil A. RomeroPublished 2 years ago in FictionFeeling Human part five
First dates are for the birds, I say. I don’t want to think of anything but my first meal. Getting input from Fry helped me feel better about my decision to be human. I think if I really go back into my memory, I always was curious about the human condition. Love was something I openly hated, but I knew I could feel things before, and I pushed it down. Deep down, until I couldn’t distinguish myself between a more cold, emotionless robot, or a cold, emotionless human… but I thought I was fooling everyone.
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 2 years ago in FictionFeeling Human part four
Her long, dark purple hair, pulled up into a ponytail. Her beautiful cyclop eye, so unique and sweet and yet stern. The way she steered the massive ship, so precise and perfectly and with no hesitation.
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 2 years ago in FictionFeeling Human part three
I bring him to his room and place him on the bed, unceremoniously. “Well.. good night,” I say and walk off. “G-Good night…” Fry says sadly.
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 2 years ago in FictionFeeling Human part two
We go home in a cab, and Fry is utterly wasted. “I… I want to propose a toast!” Fry says in a fit of giggles, “to—-me! To my shit life!”
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 2 years ago in FictionThe island at noon
The first time he saw the island, Marini was courteously leaning down toward the seat on his left, setting down the plastic table and putting up the lunch tray. As he walked back and forth with his magazine or his whiskey glass, the female passenger looked at him several times; Malini unhurriedly adjusted the table, bored, wondering if it was necessary to respond to the persistent gaze of the female passenger - an American woman, one of many American female passengers. Just then, the blue oval of the porthole window showed the coast of the island, with its beaches like golden ribbons and a small hill clustered around a central wilderness. Marini smiled at the female passenger as she righted her tilted beer glass. "A Greek island." He said. "Oh, yes, Greece." The American woman replied, feigning interest. The bell rang and the steward straightened up, a professional smile still lingering on his thin lips. He went to fetch tomato juice for a Syrian couple, but paused for a few seconds to look down when he reached the rear of the cabin: the island was small, isolated in the sea, with the azure Aegean encircling it, framing it with a dazzling frozen white edge that should have been the waves splashing between the reef and the bay. Marini watched the desolate beach stretching north and west, the rest of it a mountainous ridge that tapered into the sea. A rock-strewn deserted island, though the leaden gray speck near the northern beach could have been a home, perhaps a cluster of primitive houses. He opened his can of juice, and by the time he straightened up the island had disappeared through the porthole, leaving only the sea, a sprawling green horizon. He subconsciously glanced at his watch: it was just about noon.
Moxadple gggPublished 2 years ago in FictionFeeling Human
At it again!, I thought. She’s at it again. Destroying his soft heart. Killing him inside. Hurting my very best friend. My best friend Fry, that dumbass, sweet, naive, caring meatwad that I call my first and only true companion.
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 2 years ago in FictionUnbreakable Friendship
Sapphire Stark is Tony's younger sister, from unexplained circumstances she got powers that allow her to control fire and water. Stark is very protective of his sister even though she is basically an adult now (23). She started working with Shield several years before the events of The Avengers takes place in New York. She is very high up, a respectable official. Marie Romanoff is the famous black widow younger sister. For Marie, she had a drowning experience and can now breathe underwater. She came to the Avengers after Steve Rogers taught her how to fight.
Jamie WoodyPublished 2 years ago in FictionGoosebumps
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years but one night, a candle burned in the window. Nobody lives there. No humans at least. Not even my grandma, who is the oldest person I know knew, what happened there. Folks around town whispered tales about the cabin in the woods. Always in a quick brush off don’t go there tone, coupled with a sign of the cross to ward off any evil spirits. For a weak puny mind like mine, this is something I cannot ignore. The days can last so long during the summer but when the lights go out and the darkness wants to be your friend, there is that place that summons me. Sleep always creeps in. But in it carries disturbing dreams. Dreams of a white lady floating in and around the cabin. A white lady that has no eyes and no feet. It looks at you but not really. It walks, it floats but not really. It talks but there’s no words. Only lets you feel that she’s there. I asked around but no one knows. I went up there one day. It was a long walk but my legs got me there. The path became narrow as I climbed up a hill. A hill that goes up and around as if, it’s telling you to stop and turn back, or get lost. It was so remote that I did get lost. By then, it was too late for me to go back. So I trudged on. The sun was hot on my back. And I fear I might actually die up there, alone and weary. Just as I was ready to collapse, I stumbled upon the cabin. Or rather it found me. It was hidden in a high pile of rocks among a swarm of trees. I didn’t noticed I had gotten side tracked off coarse while I was rounding up in circles. The trail I followed slowly disappeared and I, like a stupid fool that I am, continued to put one foot in front of the other. It might have been like a heat stroke or something because I, literally felt like dying. It was by pure luck that I stumbled upon a big chunk of cement that looked like a grave at first. It was the gate that led to the cabin. I dare not open the door. It looks to be as old as they said it would. White dust swarmed the place as it covering the secrets hidden beneath. Cobwebs hanging on the ceiling. Trying to trap whatever that goes inside. Even the birds know not to linger. As if avoiding the dark stories it holds. At last, my courage can only go so far and with one last attempt, I ran back to the path I came. I didn’t know where I was going, I only knew I had to get out of there. The town welcomed me with open arms. My grandma’s embrace were the greatest source of comfort, and the safest haven for me. I could conquer any mountains as long as I have grandma’s embrace. I kept telling her about the cabin. And she quickly shuts me off. Murmuring something about a lady dying there a long time ago and that she died on her sleep. Died on her sleep? And then she quickly ends it with a sign of a cross and then puts her finger on her lips . I have never been more puzzled or more scared in my life. Who ends a tale like that? It was a white lady that lived there and died quietly on her sleep. God bless her soul. Peace to the world!
Sandra’s cornerPublished 2 years ago in Fiction