Fan Fiction
Many Types of Pickleball Personalities: Which one are you?
Ah, the game of pickleball. It's a wonderful sport that brings people together in friendly competition. But have you ever noticed how different people have unique personalities on the court? From the serious strategists, the playful entertainers, the quiet one, the finesse player or the powerhouse here are many types of pickleball personalities that you will be sure to run into either on the court or in a mirror near you.
By Jason Baril3 years ago in Fiction
"Saranjana: A Journey into the Mystical City"
Alex, a young fiction writer fascinated by mystical tales, embarks on a solitary quest to uncover the truth behind the legendary city of Saranjana. Driven by the knowledge he has gained from various books and the information he has gathered about this mystical city, he sets out on an adventure to find it. With a month's worth of supplies and relying on his map, compass, and acquired knowledge, Alex seeks his mother's permission before departing. As an orphan with no father figure, Alex's mother plays a dual role in raising and caring for him, reluctantly granting her permission while urging him to return quickly.
By Jointdfw 793 years ago in Fiction
Lost
In a world where darkness consumed her every waking moment, lived a young girl named Emma. Blind from birth, she navigated through life with a heavy burden of self-hatred. Her days were filled with bitterness and resentment, directed not only toward herself but also toward those around her. The world appeared to be an enemy, withholding its beauty from her, leaving her feeling isolated and trapped within her own mind. There was, however, one exception to Emma's disdain. Her boyfriend, Noah, had been by her side since their school days. He was her solace, the beacon of light in her darkened existence. In him, she found understanding, compassion, and a love that transcended her disability. Noah's unwavering devotion gave Emma a glimpse of happiness, a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, love could conquer all.
By Anastasia Dinh3 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of the heart (Chapter 1)
Once upon a time in a quiet neighborhood, there lived a young girl named Shizuku. She had a heart full of dreams and a passion for stories. Every day, she would lose herself in the pages of books, finding solace and inspiration in the written word.
By Love in Humanity3 years ago in Fiction
The Mystery of Wagner Group Leader's Whereabouts: Prigozhin in Russia or Belarus?
Introduction: The Wagner Group, a private Russian paramilitary unit, has captured international attention due to the ongoing speculation surrounding the whereabouts of its leader, Yevgeny Prigozhin. Reports initially indicated that Prigozhin would relocate to Belarus as part of a deal brokered by Belarusian President Alexander Lukashenko to resolve the group's recent mutiny. However, Lukashenko recently made a contradictory statement, claiming that Prigozhin is currently in St. Petersburg, Russia. Determining the true reality behind Prigozhin's location is crucial to understanding the dynamics and potential implications surrounding the Wagner Group.
By syed rashid3 years ago in Fiction
A Thousand and One Nights: The Enduring Legacy of Shahryar's Transformation
Dear reader, we have reached the final chapter of our extraordinary journey through The Thousand and One Nights. In this epilogue, we find ourselves reflecting on the profound impact of King Shahryar's transformation and the legacy it has left upon the kingdom. The tales woven by Scheherazade have become more than mere stories—they have become a guiding light, illuminating the path toward empathy, justice, and personal growth. The people of the kingdom, inspired by the king's remarkable journey, have embraced these values and embarked on their own paths of transformation. The tales of Shahryar's redemption are shared far and wide, spreading like wildfire, and instilling a sense of hope and possibility in the hearts of all who hear them.
By Theen Bathusha3 years ago in Fiction
Creating and maintaining a sustainable garden
Once upon a time, in a quaint little town surrounded by rolling hills and shimmering lakes, there lived a woman named Lily. Lily was an ardent lover of nature and had a deep passion for gardening. She believed that creating and maintaining a sustainable garden was not only a way to beautify her surroundings but also a way to give back to the environment.
By Inyene Ekanem Udoidiok3 years ago in Fiction
Josh Was Set Ablaze.
"HE THAT DWELLS IN THE SECRET PLACE OF THE MOST HIGH; SHALL ABIDE UNDER THE SHADOW OF THE ALMIGHTY." Josh ran with all of his strength, panting heavily and praying for mercy. His energy was diminishing but his assurance of safety comforted him. The certainty of running to a place where he would be safe, fuelled his body and mind with renewed strength. Josh, a devout. A Christian faithful who believes in the finished works of Christ. An unapologetic soul winner who understands the reality of the kingdom. Josh never shuffles God and his work with any other thing. He gave his whole 27 years to serving God in Ministry. Despite his solid stand in God, Josh could be categorized as the ancient church mouse. His poverty is like the fate of the littlest dirt on the ground. In a bid to make ends meet, he decided to go work as a driver to a certain rich man in town. He needed money desperately, and besides, money is needed to finance the good Gospel that he preaches. As fate would take it, it would happen that the rich man would lose some amount of money, and Josh would be accused wrongly by his colleagues who never liked him. The man would send some hoodlums to beat and to, possibly, kill Josh, if he doesn't give the money back. Josh caught wind of this and ran. Thanks to the Holy Spirit who alerted him ahead of time. …….…… Josh was still running, but it seems his predators were fast approaching and almost getting to him. But he didn't stop. He knew some miracle will have to happen or death happens. "Oh, Lord, arise! And save me from my enemies." He mumbled under his breath, as he ran ahead. Suddenly, he felt his left leg give way and he fell with a great thud. He just twisted his ankle, he realized. Tears ran down his eyes with gusto as he saw heaven. His pursuers, the killers were still coming far ahead, hot on his trail, with each of their weapons in their hands. Just as he closed his eyes to await death, he heard a voice, gentle and quiet, say, "Arise now! For I have exchanged for you, their speed. You will run and you shall never be wary. They will never be able to get a hold of you, until you run to safety." Immediately, he stood and started running. His strength renewed and his strides as swift as a horse'. Josh ran until he got to his church's mission house. His Pastor was there, with four others who serve under him. They were about praying when Josh stomped in, breathing heavily and sweating profusely. "Brother Josh, what is wrong?" His Pastor questioned, with a mild frown. Still breathing heavily, "It's them. They want to kill me." He answered, pointing at the same time, to the direction from where he had been running. Others stretched their necks, looking for the pursuers. "Who are they? And, why are they pursuing you?" The Pastor questioned further, looking really worried. "They are my boss' guys. They said I stole. But God sees my heart, sir. I didn't steal the money." Josh explained himself, allowing tears to flow down his eyes. His twisted ankle had started aching. Just at that time, his predators were already at the mission house's gate, banging aggressively and threatening to set the building ablaze if the Pastor doesn't release the "thief" to them. Pastor stood for a while, thinking. Then, called one of his subordinates into his chambers. …….……... "LET GOD BE TRUE; AND EVERY MAN, A LIAR." Pastor waited before he said the words. "He can't stay here." He blurted out. The younger guy looked at him, stunningly and answered, "Pastor Sir, remember that God already gave the Word long before Bro Josh showed up. The revelation I had this morning was about him. We have to allow him in, sir." He elaborated, hoping that his mentor would be touched. "No, Caleb! We cannot allow him in. Those guys are dangerous. They'll set us ablaze. Tell him God doesn't want him here. Tell any lie at all. Just let him go." The Pastor ordered angrily, and with that, went into his inner chambers. The subordinate, worried about how to go about the lie, came out to Josh where he was sitting, and regaining his strength. With no hesitation, he said, "I am deeply sorry, Bro. Josh. But God has not given us the word to accept you in here." Josh stared, with his mouth gaping wide. "No…" he countered. "This same God has helped me to come this far. He said this is my place of safety. He led me here." He explained, with fear of what happens next. But Caleb wouldn't have it, though, he looked disturbed. He asked his colleagues to help in driving Josh out. Just then, the hoodlums broke the gate open, and stormed in. Josh leaped up and made to run into the inner rooms, but Caleb and his colleagues blocked his way. "Caleb, please. For the sake of the sacrifice of Jesus. Consider the blood He shared for us all. Don't allow these evil people to kill me." Josh pleaded in a loud and desperate voice. Tears mixed together with mucus on his face. Caleb was still blocking his way when the hoodlums entered, and started beating him. They dragged him by his broken ankle, outside for proper finishing. ………………. "..FOR NO WEAPON FASHIONED AGAINST THEE SHALL PROSPER." They beat Josh with planks and rods. And those things were "prospering" against Josh. Blood and tears collided in his eyes, and his body got swollen up with bruises and wounds. He begged and screamed for help. But his Pastor was in his chambers, doing nothing but glaring through his window. Caleb was by the gate, shedding tears and muttering, "God, I am sorry." "Forgive me, Lord" As the guys beat Josh with fury.. Josh "encouraged himself in the Lord." A song of hymn, his mother's favorite dropped in his spirit, and he recited… "My hope is built on nothing less, Than Jesus' blood and righteousness, I dare not trust the sweetest frame, But only lean on Jesus' Name." "On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand, All other ground, is sinking sand... All other ground…" He couldn't finish, for he felt the pierce of a machete on his forehead. And his head split into two. The sharp pain made him shudder violently and his body stopped moving. The guys, not satisfied, poured some petrol on his body and set him ablaze. The Pastor watched and felt a tear come out. As he saw Josh's battered body, swallowed up in orange and purple flames, he knew he had failed Josh. He knew he had failed God.
By John Samuel3 years ago in Fiction
A Love story or that smirk.
Imagine that you woke up from a place where you didn't fall asleep and found yourself covered with all the blood and body lies down behind you all dead. strange huh cause you don't know either the person or the place but what the hell happened over there last night . wanna know let's figure it out .
By VIGARI SHARMA3 years ago in Fiction
