Fan Fiction
The Ballad of Fa Lan
In the 5th century A.D., the great country of China was in an uproar. The Great Wall had just been completed, but the country and it's people - particularly toward the North - were constantly under seige by their neighboring enemy, the Huns. It had become a common practice for the Huns to invade bordering villages in the night, slaughtering all in their path and stealing young maidens to take as brides. Many villages - with heavy hearts - created pacts with the Hun leaders to give their daughters over willingly, in an effort to spare the rest of their people from death and destruction. Lan's village was no exception.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Fiction
Jackie Chan Flicks
What a dream I had/ Was in a Jackie Chan movie, it seemed I was glad/ Witnessed his karate moves/ It was incredible, impeccable and hardbody too/ He’s built for this action, so it doesn’t matter what he puts his body through/ He defeated his foes, I was watching him go, he hardly lose/ I was just watching him work/ He was knocking people out left and right, I’m sure it hurt/ Even security guards that work for shady men, blocking them first/ It was him in his prime, he had it down-pact/ I was dumbfounded by his courage, couldn’t wrap my head around that/ He kicked, punched, head butted/ He beat up these chumps that wanted him in the grave dead like they dug it/ Caught one by his waist, flung him into the air & his legs thrusted/ Displayed his karate, so agile and versatile/ He was trying to crack a case, trying to keep a low profile/ He was with me and I couldn’t even do much/ He let me help him do a few things to involve me to execute his assault, he was too much/ I felt like I almost threw up/ Due to his Asian cool touch/ He exhibited true kung fu/ In my dream he was a hero, he had to come through/ Once the bad guys have surrounded you, there’s no where to run to/ He was more fierce and militant than Sun Tzu/ Uppercuts that went straight to they chin & punches to the gut/ There’s no way these goons could win, what’s this swift, quick force that can cut?/ One ninja rushes, his wig split, he got bucked/ They let dogs out to start crunching, but Jackie thought ahead/ Made them chase him right into a booby trap that caught they legs/ They lost they legs/ Jackie reigns supreme, who’s the boss, beg?/ Might as well accept defeat Mr. task force, you dead/ You can’t even get at me/ Not so long as I’m rolling with Jackie/ Now he gotta get to the top of the tower where the man in charge is/ He’s one shady character, a menace, the darkest/ Jackie gotta fight these minions, get them out the way/ One after the other they fell, he pressed men that tried to spray/ Dodged the bullets/ He let me run and duck for cover, it was hard but he was able to pull it/ None were lodged and he was killing it to the fullest/ On God, don’t know how he did it/ Ducking and weaving/ They were bucking and beasting/ A whole lot of action going on with dude suffering from bleeding/ Busting and still getting beaten/ Jackie kept me safe and still held his own/ As they all fell, he was well within his zone/ I could tell he was a goat/
By BigSteff SA3 years ago in Fiction
Dysphoria part four
It has now been a two full months of being, I’d say, best friends with Shrignold and we have been seeing each other practically every weekend and after our jobs or duties are done, we call one another or see each other for dinner. He’s seen my place many times for dinner and just to hang out, but I have never been to his place yet. We did not bring up the subject of the special one again since that day, but it was a subject that I didn’t want to hear about anymore anyway. I just wanted to be with my best friend, and have fun with him.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
Dysphoria part three
Shrignold gives me a sampling of some of his large plates, and we laugh and have a great meal together. It is the best night of my life and I don’t want it to end. I can tell he doesn’t want it to end either because I already paid the bill(I offered and he graciously accepted), and we are just drinking coffee and talking, and I’m still thinking of when he touched my hand.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
Dysphoria
Another grueling day working at the never-ending grindstone, and I accomplished absolutely nothing. I didn’t teach that group of friends… or were they a family?….anything about how to treat one another better. They ended up just talking trash about how I looked and making me feel awful. Of course, I tried my damnedest to not let them know this, but they were very good at insulting me, down to my “rat eyes,” and their “hard to pin down” dislike of me in general. I go home to an empty house and an empty bed and an empty heart.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
Off to the Cabin
"We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin; Patti, Skeeter, Bebe, Chalkie, Connie, and, of course, me, Doug. Bebe's father co-owned a great AirBnB and the six of us were off for an ALL-EXPENSES PAID Winter vacation getaway between semesters. Finally; we were six friends off to a Winter Vacation get away TOGETHER!"
By Kent Brindley3 years ago in Fiction
Him Again
"We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin." I knew that I needed this Break but I shouldn't be here with Him. What if he strikes a Change and decided to abuse me out here alone in the snowy Dunes... Who will then come and Stop him or check on me?? I was nervous around him but I Looked calm and cool. I smiled slightly more so that he feels he has my attention. I stared out the window into the Face of the Cabin it seemed miniature. I couldn't concentrate my thoughts because he was still blasting music and Shouting outrage Lyrics to N.W.A
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 years ago in Fiction
Regression to the Meaningless
1 The room started shaking. Red warning lights began flashing accompanied by the blaring of a siren. Furniture was thrown to the floor. On the timer, the letters were replaced by strange symbols: A hieroglyphic bird, A black cloud, the Medusa Corporation logo, A lottery ticket, and a Chinese Tattoo.
By James Napleton3 years ago in Fiction
