Fan Fiction
Marigolds 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 FictionThe Diary of Bellatrix Black - June 1968
***1 June 1968, Hogwarts*** There is a perfect wizard, and his name is Lord Voldemort. Last night was the slug’s last dinner party of the school year. I wore a pink dress that Mother bought for me last time she was in Paris. I let it stay pink this time.
Deanna CassidyPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Diary of Bellatrix Black - May 1968
***1 May 1968, Hogsmeade*** There is a perfect wizard, and his name is Lord Voldemort. What an awful day. I woke to the sound of the door opening suddenly and angry footsteps approaching my bed. The phrase, “Magical law enforcement!” sprang to mind. I reached for my wand on the bedside table, but a woman’s hand wrapped around my wrist and pulled, jerking me out of bed unarmed. She slapped me.
Deanna CassidyPublished 3 years ago in FictionCHRISTMAS JUST AIN'T CHRISTMAS
CHRISTMAS WITHOUT THE MARIGOLD I don’t have to tell you, we are still currently experiencing a grim milestone in history, dealing with the trials and tribulations of the Covid-19 pandemic; over half of a million Americans are dead, and the virus is still raging with the new delta version. These are dark times and we’re headed straight into another covid Christmas Season.
Fabian EllisPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Diary of Bellatrix Black - February 1968
***1 February 1968, Hogwarts*** Cold and windy. It couldn’t have been Helena. Dumbledore interrogated her yesterday morning. She and her collection of romance novels disappeared from the library before lunchtime. When Leonard walked me back from my detention to the Slytherin common room, he said that at dinner, Professor Dippet introduced a thin, severe-looking young witch as the new librarian, Madam Irma Pince.
Deanna CassidyPublished 3 years ago in FictionTHE ONLY TIME I LOST MY PREY
I have no friends. I can be social, just don’t bother my prey. As a matter of fact, if I were a human, I’d be considered a sociopath. My bite is deadly, and I don’t care about the blood. As a matter of fact, I love the smell of blood. I even love the way it tastes. I don’t care if you’re not bothering me. I bother you. During feeding time, the whole ocean around me colors itself red. I’m used to it. I’m probably as old as dirt, but I have a big belly to fill, so cut me break. I don’t expect you to imagine me second guessing my food. “It is what it is.” I’m mean, I’m big, I’m grey and that’s the way I like to keep it.
Beautiful IntelligencePublished 3 years ago in FictionJabber Jaw, Then and Now
This is a tale of stardom and downfall, of addiction and recovery, of violence and redemption. This is the story of everyone’s favorite drum playing, shapeshifting, great white shark, Jabber Jaw. Jabber Jaw’s climb to success was simple, he was one of very few talking sharks during a period when talking sharks were in high demand. The shark craze of the 1970s was every talking shark’s dream. He was invited to Hollywood parties before he even had an agent and landed some well-paying modeling work in the early 1970s. He started playing drums in his friend Clamhead’s band, The Neptunes, and the group achieved a superabundance of success.
Jeffrey MylesPublished 3 years ago in FictionTo Whom It May Concern
To whom it may concern, If you are reading this letter, you may either be surprised, angry, or not reading this letter for very long. To the media all I’m ever known as is a goon or a henchman, or worse, a “Rubberband”, thanks to that pseudo-hero Gold Guardian. I have a name and it is Samuel White, not that any of you ever cared to ask. I don’t really blame you, though. I know my own choices put me here and I have no one to blame but myself, especially for having some hope that I could find help while I was drowning in my mistakes.
There's Just Something Not Right About Maria
As the days seem to roll on in the month of October, June and Jade loved preparing for the Halloween celebration. It became a ritual year after year. But even more important to them was celebrating through November 2nd. Their families and friends all took part in the celebration as part of their heritage.
Jason FriendPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Dark Trio {A Harry Potter Fanfiction}
Harry was sweet to Hagrid, he actually liked him more then he liked most people, however when Harry and Hagrid parted at King’s Cross, Harry felt like most of the kids there with their families and their happy goodbyes weren’t for him. Harry dragged his trunk aboard and found an empty compartment. About 5 minutes later the boy from the robes shop entered, the one with the blonde hair and the sharp nose. Harry slid himself into the corner of the compartment, pushing into the shadows as he often did. The blonde boy sat and slowly two larger boys entered and a girl with sharp facial features and dark hair. He learnt the boys were Crabbe and Goyle, and the girl was Pansy, the boy from the robe shop he knew was Draco Malfoy.
Becky ArthursPublished 3 years ago in FictionMail Boat
Franklin Nathaniel Bean pulled his truck into the parking area of the public marina , in the town of North Bay Maine . He parked his 1965 Chevy pickup in the farthest parking spot from the pier that was available .
Edwin RosengrenPublished 3 years ago in Fiction