Fan Fiction
Agency of the 5th World Head Mission 2: Igloo Supplies (Remix Version)
Previous Mission <Original Plotline by Jeremiah and Nic Ellison I do not own Club Penguin or Pokémon. Club Penguin is the property of Disney while Pokemon is the property of Nintendo, Gamefreak, and the Pokémon Company.>
By Jeremiah Ellison4 years ago in Fiction
I stopped talking about marriage.Let's see luck.
I stopped talking about marriage. Let's see the luck. Lan Zhu doesn't pay much attention to the news. He took out a cigarette and said, don't come. I mean? If you're like me who's afraid to look. Nero said angrily that they would be like the eyes of a donkey.
By nikhil bhowmik4 years ago in Fiction
Origin of the first super intelligence specie
A.I,Artificial intelligence.Tell me, what is the first thing that comes to your mind when you hear the words Artificial Intelligence?Civilizations filled machines?Going to a nice restaurant for a date and being served by a robot,Atending a seminar or a lecture beinghosted by a humanoid robot?That sounds cool mfwethu,it seems like the future is a sci-fi movie in real life,but I got a question.Why are we developing super intelligent species?Are we not intelligent enough?When did we start believing that we are not competentenough to solve problems?Are we the only intelligent specie in the universe or did we evolve from another intelligent specie?
By iamnjabulo4 years ago in Fiction
The Lady Sings
Larry walked slowly down the long sidewalk to the mailbox, where he retrieved the mail. The sky was overcast, a moody gray, symbolizing a bleak winter that had just begun. The wind was calm and hushed, a silent echo that reverberated constantly like a cold hand that shivered weakly on an old man’s frame. He fumbled through the letters on his way back up the walkway, leaning over as he came to a letter addressed to his wife. How was she doing, he wondered to himself? He approached the steps near the front door and sat down slowly on the frigid steps, carefully acknowledging the fact that he would never truly know. The wind blew suddenly harder, roaring in his ears. Larry coughed as it numbingly embraced him.
By Anthony Dezenzio4 years ago in Fiction
THE MYSTERY TRAIN JOURNEY
The Runway Train A train was continuously running and was moving to Mumbai ( India )to Delhi . It was the mid of the night and most of the passengers were sleeping but a chamber in the middle of the train has almost 6 passengers and they all were abnormal . The 6 of them were completely stranger to each other but still they were continuously talking with each other even in the middle of night they were loudly talking and laughing which was distributing for the next chamber pasengers . A middle aged man complained about it to them and said them to not to talk loudly and to please maintain a discipline . After listening this a man from that group of physco passengers attacked on that man and killed him with his knife. The other 5 passengers of that chamber were clapping on the job done by that physco person and they decided to make the body of that man their dinner and the scene was so disturbing that they all were eating the bosy parts of that body and were continuously celebrasting it. Then they started a serious conversation from which we get to know that the group of people is in the present situation because they lose their near and dear ones from their life and the reason of death of their family members is none other than murder. Then they decided to search for he murdereronithe n train they were sure that the killers of their relatives muon be in the train when they did some ritual by burning some fire and speaking some religious chants to talk to the souls of their nea ones . Then the souls of the dead bodies were also with them to help them to find the killers. And they started continuously looking forward for the killers and they were now all around the train and few of them were able to the find killers . One of them when found the killer the punishment he decided was to throw that person out of the train imagine the speed of train was about 400km/h and the body of that person would be destroyed. The other two of them decided to eat their enemies and let their souls to be the servanmt of the souls of their relatives . basically it was a revenge journey of that 6 completely abnormal like zombie people. Then there was a a terrific environment in the train and then all of the passengers decided to do somtehing they all threw the six of them out of train with their unity. And then we saw a news reporter letting people know that the train which was going from Mumbai to delhi never reached delhi and police was continuously finding the train all over the track but even after years people were clueless about the location of that mystery train and it became the forever history.
By Ishwarprit Singh4 years ago in Fiction
Henry Jekyll's (Somewhat) Full Statement of the Case
I was born in the year 18-- to a fortune as grand as I am, wanting for nothing and praised by all. To be frank, there are few (if any) who match my prowess in entertaining and scientific knowledge; certainly there are few who may boast a more pleasing visage. Yet despite my obvious charms, there was this unremitting, vexing feeling that I could not yet name. Thus, one brisk afternoon, as I sat exhausted in my study after being forced to scream myself hoarse at the chambermaid (the ugly little thing had had the gall to ask for an advance on her wages), a thought struck me. Is there not a war waging within my breast? It seemed to me impossible that as pure a gentleman as myself harbored any malevolence, yet I was determined to push out even the smallest chip. I devised a plan to create a tonic to draw out this evil, thinking of all the good it would do myself (and of course humanity).
By Megan Kochanuk4 years ago in Fiction
Engine Surge
Engine Surge Head pounding, I opened my eyes with a long strain. I took a few minutes looking around my surroundings. To my surprise, I was laying on some random bed. There was a window near where I had been laying, that was draped closed. Feeling a mysterious pain in my head, I slowly worked my way over to the window and pulled the drapes open, letting some sunlight in. I looked out the window and saw the world outside was speeding past. “Where the hell am I?” I wondered out loud. I reached my hand up to my ear saying, “Fitz, come in, Agent Daisy Johnson reporting.” No response came. “Shit” I thought, “communication must be getting interfered with somehow.” I looked out the window and came to the conclusion that I had somehow been put on a train.
By Nathan Van Slyke 4 years ago in Fiction
