Fan Fiction
It’s Torture
I’m working up the guts to ask him to marry me. I’m so in love with him, I can’t even think straight. He’s so poetic and funny and wonderful and sweet, and someone I never thought I’d be with, but now that I’m with him, he is someone I can’t imagine my life without.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Fiction
Billy Likes Ta' Peel The Labels Off His Bottles Of Bud
What's frustrating, I think to myself? One thing that bothers me is that for perhaps a second time I have felt that I had a surplus of ideas for a piece and failed to do much of anything about it. I left hundreds of words untyped because I felt pressured to submit. If I would have taken the weekend to complete the piece there's no telling how long it might have been. Of course the reality of things is that however many more old geezer references to even somewhat profound lyricism would not have amounted to the proverbial hill of beans.
By P. B. Friedman4 years ago in Fiction
Nix's Pirate Curse...
Three short but true stories to tell three reasons for the odd name of a small island with the curse of a pirate... The Locals of Boston Harbor have always warned to beware of Nix's Mate. For visitors and tourists who didn't know, Nix's Mate was not a person, but an island. An island that today is rather too small to notice unless you were really looking for it. Nowadays, the island is only really 200 Sq ft. Consisting of a small gravel Beach during low tides but otherwise, all that seemed to fit on this strange little island was an eerie little Lighthouse. This lighthouse stood twelve ft tall and about forty sq ft. wide.
By Kaliyah Myers4 years ago in Fiction
Gems, drawn from light
Since that day I found out my mother had died from a horrible fall, I lost my sense of passion. I found out after that almost catastrophic event between my father and I at our mansion that he left everything to me(as it was in my mother’s will) and kept nothing for himself. Doug was there, the entire time, and I will never forget that.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Fiction
Gems, illuminated
They had officially started dating that following Friday. It was still a secret, though Judy knew. They called her on speaker phone and Roger randomly gave a highly detailed and passionate speech on the way he intended to create an atmosphere of trust, respect and commitment to this new relationship.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Fiction
Hidden Dreams
There was a great proceeding silence as the two discontented individuals sat next to each other on the hotel bed. They didn’t really know what they wanted. They didn’t know what they were going to say or be to each other after—-but, this was something like home to them; sitting there inches apart on the bed.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Fiction
Cauldron
Cauldron They say fire, even as its worst, is actually a creator of life. After the heat, destruction and loss of life, all is renewed. Fire brings about a blank slate. New life will inevitably rise from the ashes. That's what they say anyhow. I am here to tell you what happens when the fire never goes out. When at its calmest there is still an incandescent fury, buried under the dark coals. So easy to turn a spark into uncontrollable inferno. When fire has a will, pantience and a way, well my friends, destruction is the only outcome.
By Robert Trinneer4 years ago in Fiction
