Fan Fiction
MR. Violence: Returns
Rapheal Jameson aka MR. Violence aka RJ to his friends, A guardian angel who has been living among humans for centuries but after taking on Dracula in the 1500s and fought in countless wars until 1650 where he decided to buried his MR. Violence's persona and went back to Heaven and took punishment from his brothers and sisters angels and his father God who sented him to purgatory to aid human souls that die without purify their souls to show them the way of purification so they can graduated to heaven if they can't purify their souls. They will stay in purgatory for all etentity. Rapheal would become the first King Of Purgatory.
By Victor Robinson II3 years ago in Fiction
The stone man
John and his wife, Elena, were just putting the finishing touches on their new home. They had just bought a nice house at the edge of the forest, the mountains were close, they had a nice view. Their ten-year-old son Brian was playing in the yard with some stones picked up from the river near the house. There were many stones on the edge of the river, bigger or smaller, some rougher, others more shiny gray.
By Liviu Roman3 years ago in Fiction
Broken windows part 14; winter spell
Wintertime Love Boxman’s perspective There is some sort of eternal feeling of warmth whenever you live within a cabin’s wall. The wood carvings and large glass bay windows, simple furnishings and cozy spaces with natural light gives off the impression of total safety and security. The light catches your form in an embrace that feels like something you might’ve missed your whole life, like a tranquil, deep turquoise water that heals you body and mind.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
why health is so important for humans
Why health is so important for humans Health Life: The two are connected. If we are sick, we feel terrible, we have limited mobility, and our cognitive function declines. However, if we are feeling good, we are able to move around easily, our cognitive abilities increase, and we become healthier. Our bodies begin functioning at their best capacity. Health is the foundation of success; without health, nothing else matters.
By Muhammad Abrar3 years ago in Fiction
Broken windows part 13; summer’s wind
Echoes of a venomous past Professor Venomous’ perspective My son and I fought for the last time. His turbonized form was angry, furious with me, and when he blasted my former lover/partner and step-kids into space, it set off a huge whirlwind of emotions inside of me.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
Broken windows part 12, space melancholy
Painful space blues Boxman’s perspective I used to think it was a simple sort of solitude up here, living in the sun. Amongst in the high density core of the sun, I found a melded sense of self, a oneness with space and the universe. I can’t explain it to anyone. No one else that I’ve ever known has ever survived living in the sun as I have. Even if I tried to explain it, it’s still incredibly difficult to understand.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
MR. VIOLENCE DRACULA 3
RAPHAEL SAYS I WILL BE THERE AND HE TAKES THE INVITATION. ANTONY SAYS GOOD NIGHT SIR RAPHAEL JAMESON AND WALKS OUT THE DOOR. RAPHAEL SAYS GOOD NIGHT AND CLOSES THE DOOR. LEMORA SAYS THAT MAN IS WORSE THAN DRACULA AND RAPHAEL SAYS WHO IS HE? LEMORA SAYS I DON’T KNOW MUCH BUT I KNOW THAT ENJOYS THE BLOOD-DRINKING TOO AND I SAW HIM GIVING DRACULA ORDERS WHEN I LAST SAW HIM AND I THINK HE IS AFRAID OF HIM.
By Victor Robinson II3 years ago in Fiction
Agency of the 5th World Head Mission 5: Code: Red (Remix Version) Part 2: The Battle of the Agency
Previous Mission First Mission <Original Plotline by Jeremiah and Nic Ellison I do not own Club Penguin, Roblox, or Super Smash Bros. Brawl. They belong to their respective owners with respect to all other character ownership rights.>
By Jeremiah Ellison3 years ago in Fiction
Broken windows part 11; there’s some autumn day waiting
Disaster! Professor Venomous’ perspective My son and I talked awhile after our hug and things were calming down. It was mid day and the sun was boiling hot. I felt myself sweating under the cloak and sweater and all these trappings Shadowy had made me wear. I missed my family as it wasn’t whole yet, having only son K.O. with me(which I was glad of). Boxy and the rest of my kids weren’t here. How can I blame them? I threw it all away and left them for power and greed and my hidden, monstrous desire for fear-mongering destruction. I had hoped that in Boxman’s return to fight Shadowy we could reunite—yet still, we are farther apart than ever.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction





