Fan Fiction
To Eternia
It had been another rather fruitless night in customer service (at least it had been at the "fun" customer service job and it was a weekend). I had clocked out of my shift, visited with some of the girls down at the bars, and gone home (on foot) to a life in my parents' house in the community that I had grown up in. No; NONE of my peers (especially the women who interested ME) were to know who I hung my hat with when I hotfooted it from town to home. They already knew that I was unlicensed and that "work" was two part-time jobs. This WASN'T the life that I had dreamed about...
By Kent Brindley4 years ago in Fiction
It’s Fantasy Land In Dreamtime
“Mum, Mum, Muuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmm, where are you, it’s time for us to go to bed,” my oldest child yells. Instantly I’m suspicious. What six year old child voluntarily points out it’s his, and his younger four year old brother’s, bedtime? Is he hiding something or is he excited about something happening tomorrow and wants the day to get here quicker? I can’t help but question the very idea of what I just heard my oldest child yelling to me.
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Fiction
Halonic Kitchen Witchery With House Dzemael
[ Author's Note: I'm attempting to participate in this year's FFXIV Write challenges in an effort to kick my ass back into writing on a regular basis. I'll be trying to explore characters other than Aurelia. Shocking, I know!
By Princess Sparklefangs4 years ago in Fiction
Black Widow: Why Is The Standalone Not As Celebrated As It Should Be?
This had been one of the most awaited standalone in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. And after all the men in the team got one, like Ironman had one, Thor had one, Captain America had one, Doctor Strange had one, even Ant-man had one. And so Black Widow needed to have one too. But the first female superhero of the MCU had to wait nearly a decade to get a standalone.
By Sebastian Petrosi4 years ago in Fiction
The Fabulous Table Lady Of Atlantic City Part 4
“1, 2, 3, Blow!!!” “Happy Birthday Celeste!!” Celeste, aka The Fabulous Table Lady of Atlantic City, blew out the candles on her 40th birthday cake and looked over her many friends and fans. All of her fellow performers were present, the man in the wheelchair, the tiny man, the woman of enormous girth, and, of course, lurking the in the shadows, those curious twins of Ventnor City. She was also pleased to see Rocco and the Tiny Wonder. She could scarcely believe it when she had rolled onto the boardwalk on her motorized table for her daily shift as “entertainer extraordinaire” and saw the assembled throng. This, her family, had come out to celebrate her life, the life of a woman who had spent the better part of her working life laying face down on a motorized table hustling for spare change while playing a Casio organ with her tongue.
By John Bowen4 years ago in Fiction
Road Trip
Ine s was very hesitant in getting out of the truck though Saeon had told her that it was safe. Even though she wanted to see and interact with people, again, now that she was here and it was about to happen she was nervous and afraid. Saeon sensed this and pulled her close to him, then kissed her to calm her. She now went willingly with him into the outpost. He took her up to the bar told the barkeeper to let her behind the bar. After she was let in Saeon instructed her to sit on a stool that had been placed there for her. The barkeeper then gave Saeon a key to the office where he would send his wire. The barkeeper looked at Ines as he noticed that it had gotten quiet in the bar. He then signaled for his daughter to come to the counter and give each customer another beer. He also took out his shotgun and stood by Ines as though daring anyone to make a move towards her. They had best sit and enjoy those free beers they got today, because tommorow they would be paying for them. The price would be double what they paid for the house brewed beer. Not to mention the shots of whiskey he would sell. Nobody had seen the likes of this stuff since before the After War. Where had Steel gotten this from? And, cigarettes? The best brands, too.
By Nelly Black4 years ago in Fiction
precious cargo
" PERMISSION TO COME ABOARD !" Captain Pace was not ready to entertain clients , or visitors of any sort . He had moored at the farthest dock available for a reason , he had given his crew two days liberty for a reason , the same reason in fact .
By Edwin Rosengren4 years ago in Fiction
