Fan Fiction
Warm world
Warm World – The Turning Thick moving mud. You could smell it for miles. The blackish brown stiff flowing river. Too slow to even seem to contain water. But too fast to wade across. Anyone fool enough to try to make their way across without using a bridge, or boat was just trying to commit suicide.
By JoAnna Hampton5 years ago in Fiction
MAYBE
MAYBE My great grandfather had thousands of acres of prime land that had a large river running through it. He had seven sons and two daughters. As his children got married, he gave each of the three hundred acres. Back then, neighbors and family would come for a “barn raising”, which provided a house and barn for the young couple to get a start in life. He would give each some cattle and horses, and farm equipment. My grandfather married and received his inheritance when the “Great War” started. He, like many young men, enlisted in the army. Knowing his wife feared for him, he bought a heart shaped locket on a chain that had their wedding picture in it. He told her to look at it when she was afraid. He always thought he'd be coming back.
By Don McDougle5 years ago in Fiction
Demon Slayer
“3,4,5, Ha I won, I killed 5 demons.” I said walking around the abandoned fairground, as I wiped the black blood off my sword and sheath it for later. “Sorry Elle I killed 6, pay up” Jacob said walking towards me with his hand out. Egotistical pain in the butt, I think to myself. Jacob had shoulder length brown hair and dazzling light blue eyes, you just want to dive into. Jacob and I have been friends since we were in diapers. I have had a major crush on Jacob since forever, but unfortunately he doesn’t see me as anything other than a friend. “Fine it was 20 bucks right?” I said hoping he doesn’t question my statement. “Nice try, it was 25, and you know it” he said, rolling his eyes, acting like I was a bother. “Oh look here comes the commander,” I said, trying to distract him from the impending debt I now owe. As soon as the commander walks up a three demons come charging at us, I pull out my gun and sword and start shooting.
By Lauren Feldman 5 years ago in Fiction
The Death Within
All stories can either be happy or sad...My life is just in between, however, if you're reading this that means something changed. My mother once told me, that the greatest killer is not a man, that of disease or Hunger but the death within. I would like to tell you more about how it all began, where I come from, and who I am, but for now. I will just give you my name. My name is Sarah, and this heart of a locket you could call it is the heart of my mother. Every day things seem to increase from bad to worse, to the point I begin to miss when only Covid was a thing that was the worst. I remember at least in those times maybe a temporary relief. Today's date is 2028 for the month and the day I have no idea. It's been over a year that the world has just stopped caring what day or month that it is, as we continue to hope that maybe next year will be something better. Currently, I like many others I am dying. Most of us now don't live past our 30s there are still some of us that survived however it's just a matter of time. So if you're wondering what it is I'm speaking of, things must've gotten better. Please take care of yourself because the things I'm speaking of, or of things to come and to continue to come now but even in the future when things may seem to be better. --- Ever since I was a little girl I've seen a lot of great sadness. I was there when the Spanish flu, World War II, swine disease, Covid, and A call for peace was made worldwide. If you're wondering, yes I am old. I'm 110 years of age sometime this year. How? Remember that locket, the heart of my mother? Sometime in 2023 or 2024 something Happened that no one saw coming. Something my mother has spoken of as long ago. See it wasn't a pandemic that you cannot see. Many other events unfolded, the markets closed and digital currencies begin to sweep the nation ending in a crash that only had a domino effect on the world. The world at that time depended on it for its banking and all other finances. Which is no more, now there's neither rich nor poor. We are all poor to some degree, many others are worse off than me. But still, this is not what's killing us. We are all suffering from the death within, and it's not the pandemic that broke out yesterday. I'm sure there is still more to come, and Hunger seems to be more and more widespread. I know that I said my story is neither sad nor happy. I want to share a secret, that my mother told me."Daughter, I want to share something with you that you can choose to keep or to tell others but know that if you share
By Thomous Goddard5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart Shaped Locket
The pandemic way of living was the most eerie feeling day and night. As the woman wandered the darkened streets alone even though it was just 9pm at night but no one was to be seen. The restaurants had all closed, people weren’t leaving their homes anymore those that had survived and not moved away to remote locations. Anyone who was there was just keeping themselves inside the house. She reached in her pocket of her vintage coat and felt deep in her pocket the object she was searching for. She began tracing her finger over the surface of it, just to relieve her stress and anxiety.
By Avril Doucette5 years ago in Fiction
A Parasitic Consequence
Before he could register anything that happened, he found himself pinned to the floor, with numerous punches coming his way. The air was knocked out of his lungs and he wheezed heavily. One punch landed right on his nose, and he could just sense an oncoming bloody nose.
By Natalie Longe5 years ago in Fiction
The HART Code
The Gull: While The HART Code's existence suggests, The GULL Therapy Program has side effects, or The Genomic Universally Limitless Lymphocyte Therapy Program, colloquially known as the GULL, society should embrace The GULL because it dramatically increases human immune function. It also increases stamina with endurance; continuing studies reveal it has no side effects, based on science. This was the going propaganda repeated across all transmission types for several years before The GULL voraciously reduced the world's population to nothing more than ultra-obedient, exceptional laborers, sterile men in most cases, and without that innate human drive and will. The slogan in those days was “a good day's work, a good day's reward," which essentially meant if you do not work as required by your autonomous zone, you do not get food, living quarters, and those that shun it are cut out from the system. To add to the incentive, homelessness was a federal charge across the globe with a life term that resulted in one of the suboceanic prisons where the life expectancy averaged three years.
By Justin Walsh5 years ago in Fiction
Provincial Freedom
Farren’s mind wondered back to the day she received a smart phone for her 12th birthday. She sat unwillingly, but necessarily, with her mother as she created a few social media accounts. She watched as her parent placed stringent privacy settings. Even with the babysitting she had to endure for the initial hour with her gift, she thrived on connecting with her friends and their friends. The smart phone was the most treasured gift at that time. Looking back now, as she touched the heart shaped locket around her neck, she realized her mother was the finest present she would ever have.
By Angela Stucker5 years ago in Fiction
Reflections of a Watchman
Walking through the war-torn rubble that used to be a city, the man paused and stared at the doll wondering whose blood now covered the toy. Where was its former owner now? So much had happened so quickly. The years since 2020 were a blur of activity… an assault against a society that could no longer tolerate change fatigue yet couldn’t stop to absorb the facts and see where it was all leading.
By Mitchell A Malloy5 years ago in Fiction
My Shelter, My Heart
My Shelter, My Heart By Barry Hess What little sunlight there was, was almost too much for Charles to take as he stumbled from his underground shelter. Even with smoke in the air, it was brighter than he remembered. The smoke from unchecked fires that had filled the air thinned quickly when the winds and rain kicked up. It was Fall, and the sprinkle turned quickly into a downpour. It was with great appreciation that Charles took in great gulps of the rainwashed air. It’d been almost 2 years since he had talked to or seen anyone, and his lair wasn’t dark, but it wasn’t bathed in bright light either. He had plenty of food and water and he had even built a septic system into his fallout shelter. He was very careful to anticipate everything he could if he ever had to resort to using it.
By Barry Hess5 years ago in Fiction
