Fan Fiction
Calvin's Care Package
The paper was the weird part. Calvin had received countless care packages from his parents during his first year at ISU -- ok, countless packages from Mom and one short letter from Dad reminding him that degrees were expensive and failure builds character -- but none of them had ever come wrapped. Really, “wrapped” wasn’t the right word here. To say that something has been wrapped implies a level of care that escaped whoever mailed this particular parcel.
By Steven A Jones3 years ago in Fiction
Honey
Mattie heard the door knock and lethargically went toward the door. After all this date was not favorable to her, nor advised by her roommate. She had not told her mother about any of this due past history. Mattie believed in forgiveness and prosperous futures with blissful reunions, so she was obligated by her personal beliefs.
By Brodrick Sheffield3 years ago in Fiction
Roulette
The game is called Roulette. It isn't your typical casino game. There is no wheel or any numbers. There is no little white ball. This game is more along the lines of Russian roulette but not quite. There's no gun. There's no single bullet. Death is not the fate of the loser. Survival is not the motivation of the winner either, instead it's a million dollar prize.
By Tyrone Livingston3 years ago in Fiction
Baker Street
Prisms hung in my living room, the light shining through refracting rainbows onto the wall. The beautiful patterns instantly brought me back to the childhood summer. The one that not only changed my life forever but gave me a new appreciation for life and the things that some take for granted. Thoughts of Mr.Pendleton always made me smile as I watched the prisms dance on the wall. Returning to the recipe box in front of me I looked down. Carefully thumbing through the recipes inside, the neat handwriting on each card bringing me back even further to that summer.
By Misha Alsleben3 years ago in Fiction
It takes soup.
As a toddler, little Miss Honey had to find ways to cope with her dad’s absence. She was way too young to understand death. But she understood feelings very well. In her mind, she knew that her Aunt Trunchbull was mean. Because of that, she wanted to do anything she could to reduce that meanness.
By Ashley Mackey3 years ago in Fiction
Cookie's Bakery
Bruce Bogtrotter Jr. was a freshman at Wormwood University. After his first day of classes, he worked up an appetite. While on his way to the cafeteria, he passed by the school’s bakery. His first instinct was to slither like a serpent and eat the entire confection. But he himself was no sneak thief. So, he ignored the sweet scents and proceeded to go and get lunch.
By Ashley Mackey3 years ago in Fiction
Silent Screams
They weren’t expecting much of a fight from the twenty-nine year old college student and activist they had been sent to kidnap; who was mostly deaf, barely verbal, and rarely wore her hearing aids. The two men knew all this because they had been watching her for days. She was currently loading a box of supplies and handmade rally signs next to the now empty cooler in the hatchback trunk of her car.
By Haddessah Anne Brice3 years ago in Fiction
Retirement Party
Agent Miles , also known as 27 , sat at the little desk in his hotel room , looking into the mirror at the face he had known all his life , for one last time , His sky blue eyes , he had often received compliments on those , especially from the ladies , his slightly crooked nose , It had been broken three times ... no four .
By Edwin Rosengren3 years ago in Fiction