Fan Fiction
To Whom It May Concern
To whom it may concern, If you are reading this letter, you may either be surprised, angry, or not reading this letter for very long. To the media all I’m ever known as is a goon or a henchman, or worse, a “Rubberband”, thanks to that pseudo-hero Gold Guardian. I have a name and it is Samuel White, not that any of you ever cared to ask. I don’t really blame you, though. I know my own choices put me here and I have no one to blame but myself, especially for having some hope that I could find help while I was drowning in my mistakes.
By Pseudo Nym5 years ago in Fiction
There's Just Something Not Right About Maria
As the days seem to roll on in the month of October, June and Jade loved preparing for the Halloween celebration. It became a ritual year after year. But even more important to them was celebrating through November 2nd. Their families and friends all took part in the celebration as part of their heritage.
By Jason Friend5 years ago in Fiction
The Dark Trio {A Harry Potter Fanfiction}
Harry was sweet to Hagrid, he actually liked him more then he liked most people, however when Harry and Hagrid parted at King’s Cross, Harry felt like most of the kids there with their families and their happy goodbyes weren’t for him. Harry dragged his trunk aboard and found an empty compartment. About 5 minutes later the boy from the robes shop entered, the one with the blonde hair and the sharp nose. Harry slid himself into the corner of the compartment, pushing into the shadows as he often did. The blonde boy sat and slowly two larger boys entered and a girl with sharp facial features and dark hair. He learnt the boys were Crabbe and Goyle, and the girl was Pansy, the boy from the robe shop he knew was Draco Malfoy.
By Becky Arthurs5 years ago in Fiction
The Mermaid, her Project Mermaid X and thoughts over an inexpensive, non- shark fin soup
The Mermaid, her Project Mermaid X and thoughts over an inexpensive, non- shark fin soup As an ocean loyalist young mermaid perched over her soup, she looked over the oceans and felt she needed to advocate for the 400-million-year existence of her protectors and her shark species friends. The sharks who kept so much of her home, when she was not attending land-based meetings, being the ocean beds balanced, safe and beautiful. Shark heritage reminded her of land icons like Mandela, Obama and Fidel Castro alike. All shark species were her friends, and she knew she was going to use her voice to defend their rights as do for all in the waters. She would stop at nothing even if it meant working with the allure of her flowing, shiny locks and beautiful unicorn colored, mother of pearl tail scales as a distraction for her cause.
By Marica Quarsingh5 years ago in Fiction
Intentions & Karma
The Sun rises on a perfect spring day as our source of existense ascends into the morning sky, the ball of emence fire turns the manicured lawns of the sprawling Georgetown suburb into beds of glistening diamonds. The day starts inside the BETTENCOURT estate, where nestled in the butler's pantry is the most sophisticated coffee maker in the world. It begins to brew the very exotic and expensive Wild Kopi Luwak coffee. The butlers move about setting the table for the Bettencourt’s morning breakfast.
By Austin Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
Penelope
Penelope had to make a decision, one that she rarely if ever had to make. If she was going to save her marriage to Derek and if she was going to continue being his solace, then she would have to make the decison to be patient. Penelope knew Derek and all of his demons too well. He would fight for the right to fight them alone and he'd insist that he was fine even as he drowned, pride first in the black lagoon of dispair.
By Cynthia Fields5 years ago in 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 Jones5 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 Sheffield5 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 Livingston5 years ago in Fiction
