Fan Fiction
THAT'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.
By Fabian Ellis3 years ago in Fiction
Jasper 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 .
By Edwin Rosengren3 years ago in Fiction
Agency 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.>
By Jeremiah Ellison3 years ago in Fiction
Trollhunters: 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.
By The Bobcat Witch3 years ago in Fiction
Trollhunters: 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.
By The Bobcat Witch3 years ago in 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.
By Alan Bryce Grossman3 years ago in Fiction
The 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.
By Deanna Cassidy3 years ago in Fiction
The 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.
By Deanna Cassidy3 years ago in Fiction
CHRISTMAS 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.
By Fabian Ellis3 years ago in Fiction
The 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.
By Deanna Cassidy3 years ago in Fiction