Fan Fiction
Eastbound Through Iowa
Eastbound Through Iowa By
Jamey O'DonnellPublished 3 years ago in FictionDynasty: A Batman Tale Part 12
NOW To Jim Gordon, a rain storm in Gotham felt like GOD’s tears falling from the heavens. Jim watched the ponderous raindrops ricocheting off the bright searchlight aimed up at the night sky. The droplets sizzling as they bounced off the incandescent light, the sound tinging off the metal bat silhouette at its center. The Commissioner was able to stay dry by standing underneath a small awning just next to the roof access door. He wanted to grab a quick moment for himself, take a few puffs from his chewed up stogie before heading in to address the troops. Gordon had spent the past few hours reading and rereading all the reports and witness statements regarding the incident at Freeze. After combing through all the accounts and watching the video from the surveillance cameras, Jim dreaded the road the evidence was leading him down. Jesus Christ! Can he be back after all this time? Damn it, I always knew this day would come.
Jarad MannPublished 3 years ago in FictionDwayne Meets Kim
I'll set the scene for you. It's the 80's on Hillman College campus. We're in the Pit...of hell. Just kidding, it's actually just the campus cafeteria. It is the start of a fresh new year. The hub is buzzing with bored Seniors; counting down the days til graduation. Already stressed out Juniors; who still have yet to pick a major and a career path. Lazy yet motivated sophomores who foolishly think there is plenty of time for the rest of life. Then there are the overly zealous and terrified Freshman. Fear leaves a special twinkle in their eyes.
Amanda BlackPublished 3 years ago in FictionA Load of Bull
We had tracked our target down by word of mouth from a tavern patron at a nearby town directing us to these ruins, but things had gone bad. I'm not even sure how things could be much worse, other than the fact that the mad sorcerer had attempted to turn me into a steaming pile of bull dung and failed. Instead he managed to turn me into the bovine itself, and for that, at least, I am thankful. However, things did manage to get worse.
Adam CardenPublished 3 years ago in FictionTHAT'S A BUNCH OF BULL
Covid is still being covid, and I was feeling a bit cooped up in the house. It was time for me to do something I had not done in a while like visiting a Sports Bar. A Sports Bar is the perfect place to visit during Olympic competitions. There is only one problem, choosing a sport, there are so many channels and so many events to watch. Nevertheless, it is a good problem, just being among fellow sportsmen and women is reward enough. Entering the bar, I noticed the atmosphere was very jubilant and festive. In the background, there was an assortment of TVs with various Olympic programming.
Fabian EllisPublished 3 years ago in FictionJasper Jeopardy
The old yellow truck rattled along down the two lane dirt road . At the wheel the old country farmer tried his best to avoid the multitude of potholes and washboard bumps that were ever present on these old rural lanes , while his old dog , " Rosco " tried to nap on the far end of the bench seat and the younger dog "Polly " sat ever vigilant in the center , next to Frank , watching out through the windshield , occasionally he was even successful at avoiding the worst of the craters and " Thank you Ma'ams " as his mother used to call them .
Edwin RosengrenPublished 3 years ago in FictionAgency of the 5th World Head Mission 1: Agents Assemble (Original Version)
<By Jeremiah Ellison Original Plot by Jeremiah Ellison and Nic Ellison I do not claim ownership to any of the following: Club Penguin, Roblox, FusionFall, and Pokémon. Pokémon belongs to Nintendo along with the Pokémon Company and Game Freak, Club Penguin belongs to Disney, Roblox belongs to the Roblox Corporation along with any other character’s ownership rights, and FusionFall belongs to Cartoon Network along with any other characters’ ownership rights.>
Jeremiah EllisonPublished 3 years ago in FictionTrollhunters: The Descend into Ragnarök
Breathing heavy, Ashka quickly grabbed her items or at least what’s left of them, “Did they fucking tear up my bag? How did even get in the locker?!” Looking at what used to be her black canvas bag now a pile of shredded fabric, “Did they use a knife or let an animal destroy it? Fuck this. Fuck all of this! I should’ve stayed in that god damn alleyway…AGGHHHH!” Slamming her fists into the metal repeatedly until they left a dent, a sharp radiating pain shocked her back to reality causing her to drop down to the floor. Softly whimpering for a few minutes, she got up and gathered herself and what was left of her dignity.
The Bobcat WitchPublished 3 years ago in FictionWe're All Mad Here
Harley Quinn ain't got nothing on me. You probably haven't heard of me yet, so let me introduce myself. I'm Luna Lunacy. I got that name from the Joker, but before that, I was Samantha. And, well, Samantha didn't live a very fun life.
Sienna BlackwoodPublished 3 years ago in FictionTrollhunters: The Decent into Ragnarök
There’s this place no one knows about. A place that no one will ever comprehend; but dear God help them if they ever do. Where the line between light and dark, right, and wrong, good and evil blurs into grey; where chaos reigns.
The Bobcat WitchPublished 3 years ago in FictionMarigolds In My Garden
Marigolds In My Garden Every summer my father would plant marigolds in a brick rectangular planter that he made by himself when we first moved into our home in the 70s. Every summer I would go outside and play with my sister, lay in the sun, take a swim in my neighbor’s pool, walk in the woods, and return to the planter that was filled with golden marigolds where I would rest.
Alan Bryce GrossmanPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Castaway
A hand reached out from the boat to steady me as I stepped over the gunwale. I grasped the outstretched fingers tightly and looked up to see the captain smiling kindly at me.
Cate HollowitschPublished 3 years ago in Fiction