Fan Fiction
Somebody is death
Somebody has passed on. Of this, I'm sure. I know it since I generally know it. As I lie here alone in this large, void bed and stand by listening to the downpour, I recall it as it gets back to me, this belief, this fear, skittering all over my throat with 1,000 little legs. It gets comfortable in my stomach like an incredible stone, a strong, nauseating weight. It is foul in its greatness and unquestionable in its commonality. Somebody has passed on. I don't have any idea who.
By Blaise Ticha4 years ago in Fiction
The Ice King
Long ago in the faraway Northern kingdom of Arendale, lived a kind and honorable king and queen. They ruled their kingdom together with fairness and justice, while also caring for their two young sons. When their oldest, Elias, was only a few months old, the king and queen made a startling discovery: the little prince possessed a strange and mystical power. He could control the weather, creating snow flurries and ice upon a whim. Their younger son, Andrew, had no such powers, but always looked up to his older brother with love, admiration and wonder. The king and queen were in awe of Elias' power as well, but also feared for their oldest. The young prince could not fully control his abilities, and his parents were worried that he would accidentally injure himself or his brother. There was also the possibility - should word of his powers spread - that villains may conspire to abduct the prince, to use his powers for their own nefarious purposes. For these reasons, they tried to conceal their son's talents from the kingdom, and discourged him from using them in the open.
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Fiction
The Little Merman
In the briny depths off the coast of a tiny seafaring kingdom once existed a wondrous, hidden realm of merfolk. This underwater kingdom was ruled by a stern yet fair queen, Tritania, who was more than satisfied to keep her kingdom and the human world as separate as can be. The Sea Goddess had blessed the queen with six beautiful daughters and a son before the king's tragic, untimely death, whom she all loved dearly. In truth, Tritania blamed the humans for her husband's demise, and did everything she could to keep her children safe from them. Most of them obeyed her orders... except one.
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Fiction
The Ballad of Fa Lan
In the 5th century A.D., the great country of China was in an uproar. The Great Wall had just been completed, but the country and it's people - particularly toward the North - were constantly under seige by their neighboring enemy, the Huns. It had become a common practice for the Huns to invade bordering villages in the night, slaughtering all in their path and stealing young maidens to take as brides. Many villages - with heavy hearts - created pacts with the Hun leaders to give their daughters over willingly, in an effort to spare the rest of their people from death and destruction. Lan's village was no exception.
By Natalie Gray4 years ago in Fiction
Jackie Chan Flicks
What a dream I had/ Was in a Jackie Chan movie, it seemed I was glad/ Witnessed his karate moves/ It was incredible, impeccable and hardbody too/ He’s built for this action, so it doesn’t matter what he puts his body through/ He defeated his foes, I was watching him go, he hardly lose/ I was just watching him work/ He was knocking people out left and right, I’m sure it hurt/ Even security guards that work for shady men, blocking them first/ It was him in his prime, he had it down-pact/ I was dumbfounded by his courage, couldn’t wrap my head around that/ He kicked, punched, head butted/ He beat up these chumps that wanted him in the grave dead like they dug it/ Caught one by his waist, flung him into the air & his legs thrusted/ Displayed his karate, so agile and versatile/ He was trying to crack a case, trying to keep a low profile/ He was with me and I couldn’t even do much/ He let me help him do a few things to involve me to execute his assault, he was too much/ I felt like I almost threw up/ Due to his Asian cool touch/ He exhibited true kung fu/ In my dream he was a hero, he had to come through/ Once the bad guys have surrounded you, there’s no where to run to/ He was more fierce and militant than Sun Tzu/ Uppercuts that went straight to they chin & punches to the gut/ There’s no way these goons could win, what’s this swift, quick force that can cut?/ One ninja rushes, his wig split, he got bucked/ They let dogs out to start crunching, but Jackie thought ahead/ Made them chase him right into a booby trap that caught they legs/ They lost they legs/ Jackie reigns supreme, who’s the boss, beg?/ Might as well accept defeat Mr. task force, you dead/ You can’t even get at me/ Not so long as I’m rolling with Jackie/ Now he gotta get to the top of the tower where the man in charge is/ He’s one shady character, a menace, the darkest/ Jackie gotta fight these minions, get them out the way/ One after the other they fell, he pressed men that tried to spray/ Dodged the bullets/ He let me run and duck for cover, it was hard but he was able to pull it/ None were lodged and he was killing it to the fullest/ On God, don’t know how he did it/ Ducking and weaving/ They were bucking and beasting/ A whole lot of action going on with dude suffering from bleeding/ Busting and still getting beaten/ Jackie kept me safe and still held his own/ As they all fell, he was well within his zone/ I could tell he was a goat/
By BigSteff SA4 years ago in Fiction
Dysphoria part four
It has now been a two full months of being, I’d say, best friends with Shrignold and we have been seeing each other practically every weekend and after our jobs or duties are done, we call one another or see each other for dinner. He’s seen my place many times for dinner and just to hang out, but I have never been to his place yet. We did not bring up the subject of the special one again since that day, but it was a subject that I didn’t want to hear about anymore anyway. I just wanted to be with my best friend, and have fun with him.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Fiction
Dysphoria part three
Shrignold gives me a sampling of some of his large plates, and we laugh and have a great meal together. It is the best night of my life and I don’t want it to end. I can tell he doesn’t want it to end either because I already paid the bill(I offered and he graciously accepted), and we are just drinking coffee and talking, and I’m still thinking of when he touched my hand.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Fiction
