Fan Fiction
Battletech: The Arano Restoration
"I am Kamea Arano, High Lady of the Aurigan Reach, Protector of Coromodir and the Sword of Restoration. But I am not a hero, no matter what the stories say. A hero would have sacrificed more, compromised less. A hero would have done better.
Jonathan BlackbowPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Trickster Jirachi
The Trickster Jirachi By Jeremiah Ellison Title Art by Jeremiah Ellison Original Plotline by Jeremiah Ellison and Nic Ellison
Jeremiah EllisonPublished 3 years ago in Fictionthe Gargoyle
Start writing... this Story begins with a young man named Everett who lives in a little town far from the the main Castle. Everett rides a horse to the local shop to buy groceries as he walks into the store the clerk looks at him and screams "Everett how are you how's the family?" Everett replies "I'm great never better my family is doing fine my son is getting big ho but what brings me here tonight is apples a huge basket do you have any?" clerk replies "why yes I got a shipment in just the other day just give me one minute." the clerk runs to the back and brings a case of apples to the front clerk "okay Everett that comes up to $65, oh I threw in some extra fruit for you a rare kind given to me by the shipper." Everett "did he say where from?" clerk replies "he bought them on the outskirts of town near the old ruins where the gypsies camp out. they're a weird people but their women are beautiful sometimes dressed with the most beautiful attire a rare sight to behold." Everett laughs "I thought you had a wife ?" clerk replies "Everett I haven't been married in a while,four years as a fact the only thing I have of hers is a heart-shaped locket." Everett replies" well since you put it like that there's nothing wrong with a view." as Everett makes his purchase and packs his things to leave two patrolman rush in the store panting and sweating as if they were running from something one of the patrolman falls to the floor as Everett and the clerk rushes to help him he starts screaming "monsters,monsters" Everett and the clerk look at each other confused Clerk "what do you mean monsters?" patrolman 1 "these creatures in the streets they're not human the...the...the way they move Everett stops him "hey breathe man you sound crazy are you sure these aren't tricks of the night?" the patrolman is a young Caucasian man in his early twenties while the other patrolman is an African American in his late twenties he's more experienced in this field of work. patrolmen two "he's not exaggerating we were riding into town when we saw a carriage down on the side of the road we saw a family surrounding two horses we thought it had broken its leg but as we stepped closer to the family we noticed there was nothing but blood over the road. We rush to the family but as we stepped closer to them we noticed they were covered in blood as well." patrolman 2 stops and stares "but it wasnt their blood on them ... i cant believe im saying this but...they were eating the horses." Everett and the clerk look at each other horrified by what they just heard . everett with fear in his voice looks at the patrolman and says "eating them ?!?!" patrolman 2" yes, they were eating their horses and by the time we turned to get back on ours one had sprang from their carriage and took it down with no problem so we escaped on the other one and rode until we saw your shop." Everett walks to the window and asks "where do you think they are now ?" Patrolman 2" I dont know im assuming theyre still on the road, it was a family of four well five including the one that jumped out of the carriage. everett 'well first things first none of you got injured on the way here right?" Patrolman 1 replies " no none of us got touched by them, but we left our items on the other horse." as the patrolman was talking loud noises are heard on the roof and the back of the shop. patrolman 2 "Is there anybody else here with you ?" They all look towards the back and the clerk immediately runs to the register and grabs to revolvers, he throws one to everett and the patrolman.clerk "everett you know how to use one of those ?" everett replies" yes,its been a while but i remember." patrolman 1 " do you have any other weapons? we left ours on the other horse." just then a huge crash is heard as though something had been broken open. clerk 'theyve broken down the door to the supply room we have to move now." they all run out of the shop,guns in hand and two men per horse ,as they head up the road one of the creatures busts through the shop window and starts sprinting after their horses.despite the speed of the horse the creature gains speed on the horse of everett and patrolman 1. Everett turns around and sees this humanoid creature running after them. Everett points the gun at the creature behind them as he stares at it making sure to make this shot a good one. he lines his sights up and pulls the trigger BOOM , he hits the creature in the shoulder and it goes down, but everett doesnt take his eyes off the creature in disbelief of what he just saw , then as he is about to turn around to focus on the road he hears a scream,not a normal scream but the scream of a huge wounded animal he turns around quickly to see the creature running at them on all fours gaining two times the speed he had before but its appearance was different this time it lost its human features it had before and it stunned everett at least long enough for the creature to take a swipe at the back of the horses hoof. patrolman 1 screams"everett, whats going on ?!?!" everett quickly pulls hisself together and points the revolver at the creature. BOOM,BOOM he lets off 2 rounds at the creature hitting it with both shots.the creature runs towards the forest and everett and the patrolmen race to catch up with the other two.
Christopher hamiltonPublished 3 years ago in FictionLittle Red
Sister Agnes walked into the room where the children were sleeping, checking each of them one by one in the dim candlelight. Every night she wandered through the grand hall that was strewn and littered with cots, trying to ensure that the orphans were washed, had brushed their teeth, and said their prayers. For the most part, she considered it a tedious job given how many of these forgotten ones there were, but she tried to put the boredom of this nightly ritual out of her mind. She knew that she needed to focus on her work. Truth be told these children were the only thing keeping her and the other workers of the soup kitchen going. Without the little orphans here and the others before them, the Sacred Heart would have perished long ago. Since the Blast, which had literally turned the soil to poison, there was little that could be grown. In fact, hardly anything had survived at all. She knew that they needed these children to sustain the work. It was as simple as that.
James McMechanPublished 3 years ago in FictionEverglade
Everglade Margaret could not remember a time when her and the others had the freedom to think their own thoughts or choose their own plans for the day. Everglade had been overrun and ruled by alien beings for a very long time. She was known by Evergladewoman562903 now but every day she would remind herself that her parents had named her Margaret before the world had changed, lest she forget.
Nancy RuppPublished 3 years ago in FictionSay It Again Part 1
I walk towards Hotch's office quickly. We have another case, and this one is bad. The case has to be bad for the BAU to get involved, but this one in particular is tough. Two separate killers in one city...
Show don’t tell
I’m writting this guide cause I’ve notice a lot of people in the doomsday diary are falling into the pitfalls of show not tell. Now I’m no expert writer. My brain still can’t comprehend ‘and’. Im baffled by the coma. Where do you put it? But there is one golden rule I was taught. Show dont tell.
Timothy SchoenfeldPublished 3 years ago in FictionBest Foot Forward
Best Foot Forward Billy exhaled sharp breath, braced himself against the rear wall of the trench and prepared to go. As the whistle sounded, he gave a haphazard genuflection and pushed forward with all of his strength. He leapt and hit the second rung of the rickety trench-climbing ladder hard. In the eerie silence he heard it creak under his weight but it held and propelled him up and over the top into no-mans-land.
Keith VickerstaffePublished 3 years ago in FictionScorned Pt. 11
Two Days Later... Potomac General Hospital – Morning – The room was extremely quiet, and Derek realized that even though he and his mother had managed to get Penelope to go home, he didn’t like waking up without her in the room. He missed her terribly, especially this morning. With most of the swelling around his spine gone, there still had been no change in his ability to feel his legs. The team of doctors who’d been working on his case had decided to begin a rigorous plan of physical therapy beginning today. His chest wound was healing nicely and most of the time his pain was manageable. Derek was nervous; everything was riding on therapy. Since meeting Penelope he’d had dreams of having a family and being able to run and play and wrestle with them. Never in his wildest dreams did he think that he could possibly be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.
Cynthia FieldsPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Death of Justice
The Death of Justice In this corrupt, perverted society we live in, it's difficult to determine who is innocent and guilty. How do you decide who should take responsibility when there is enough blame to go around for everyone? The problem with accountability is that it is contingent upon a point of view and is subject to perspective. When urban tragedy is examined, logic suggests that the "blame game" has fingers pointing in many directions because of the different players' various perspectives.
Dr. Willie J. KeatonPublished 3 years ago in FictionSnape's Death Scene Reimagined
Did you hate how easily and vainly Severus Snape died in the Deathly Hallows, without even putting up a fight? Well, I hated it too. Snape, no matter what you think of his character, was not going to stand idle, saying "My Lord?" like a limp marionette while Voldemort threatened to kill him. No, Snape would have brandished his wand and fought, and in this reimagination of his death scene, he does. Oh boy, he does.
Ahmed SheriefPublished 3 years ago in FictionCrazy Like Me
“He refuses to speak to anyone else,” Dr. Thomas stood in front of Harleen, arms folded in disapproval as he spoke. “I already told you, I can’t treat him, there’s history there that would make me biased. He knows too much already, it’s not safe,” Harleen stood firm, her right hand was planted on her desk holding her up. Dr. Thomas couldn’t tell it was the only thing keeping her from shaking at the idea of the request.
Nicole StennettPublished 3 years ago in Fiction