Fan Fiction

THE GREAT GATSBY
Francis Scott Fitzgerald is an American author who was able to vividly depict the wealth and carelessness of the 1920s in the United States. The author grew up during the "Jazz Age," when music was at its peak. While those extravagant and quirky times have passed, readers can still enjoy the legacy of his books, which promote a culture of freedom, joy, and hedonism. His most well-known novel is "The Great Gatsby." It was published in 1925, at a period marked by Dry Law, gangster conflicts, lavish parties, and extravagant lives.
By PRIYANKA4 years ago in Fiction
An Ode to Fanfiction
"Hey, he's pretty cute" "Wha- Hunk" "Whaaat. Hey I’m just saying he's cute. He's cute." Three young men stand in a flower shop, the two behind a counter engaging in a war of whispers while the third, who walked in wearing a cropped red racer jacket skulks around smelling the flowers.
By Avril4 years ago in Fiction
The Doomsday Shift
CHAPTER ONE. Here I was sitting on our front veranda with my grandson, Buddy and my daughter -in-law Connie. We were watching for anyone who might show up, before the shift started. Most of the other's were already in the bomb shelter. finishing off the last few things that had to be done. My two son's. Bill and Steven, were checking over the greenhouses to make sure nothing was overlooked.
By Darlene Dawson4 years ago in Fiction
The Hero's Conundrum/Chapter 15
I am Bansao? All this time I have been fighting Bansao and it was me all this time. I was about to join him and then I found out that I am Bansao. Then I remembered when Bansao told me there was going to come a time when I would want to join him but I wouldn’t be able to, and I have to make that difficult choice . . . become Bansao. Why didn’t I tell myself the truth? That’s it, I need to find myself and tell him the truth so he doesn’t make the same mistakes I did. But first I told my new crew that we will take revenge of what happened to their leader, we will look for my other self and the people who did this to them.
By Angel Delgado4 years ago in Fiction
No Excuses
Charlie was on his way to work. He stops at the local coffee shop where he gets his coffee every morning. Today wasn't different from any other day. On his way in he sees a black man that he had never seen before. The man then proceeds to ask Charlie for some spare change. Charlie gives the man five dollars and to his surprise the black man becomes very offended.
By Tyrone Livingston4 years ago in Fiction
Self analysis
Everything on the ship suggested that it was Halloween, from the garlands that hanged in every hall to the rooms that hid false skeletons that would unerringly fall in their faces were they to open them. They all had been caught by it once, even Harper, who was the brain behind the outfit. The best part, according to him, was the command deck and the main party room where pumpkins shone the light with candles. Others would disagree and think their disguises celebrated this holiday best.
By Valerie Racine4 years ago in Fiction
Hero's Conundrum/Chapter 9
I can’t believe this . . . Joseph? Really? Has he killed Bansao this many times? Does he knows something? Now I have even more questions. But I’ll deal with that later, now I have to concentrate on Sammael, he is outside the camp and I need to have a serious talk with him. I waited for him to be alone then went for it.
By Angel Delgado4 years ago in Fiction
Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) in 2022 & 2023
The Marvel Cinematic Universe aka MCU is an American media franchise which are based on superhero films produced by Marvel studios. As far as we know, this franchise has been commercially successful over the years and has generally received positive reviews from all over the world. The MCU has additionally roused a few themed attractions, television series and various tie-in video games. Marvel Studios releases its films in groups called "Phases". So, let’s talk about the different phases of MCU.
By Adam R4 years ago in Fiction
Spiderman 4! New Beginnings!
Dear cousin Pete, I hope this letter finds you well. I have tried and failed on numerous attempts previous to this to contact you, something always felt wrong so I gave up and let time pass; and now here I find myself trying again. Due to the event in connection to Uncle Ben’s untimely death it may be that time was exactly what was needed. I hope by now that you would at least have heard about me, I understand the circumstances can seem a bit intimidating but I’m hoping from what you read here that it’s understood that I am indeed doing well. I can only hope that these few words can get across what it is I’m trying to say! If by chance you don’t know who I am then let me be the first to introduce myself, I do think you have the right to know of me so that you can make your own informed decision. I also believe the best person to tell you about me is of course none other than myself, if you indeed have never heard of me before this letter.
By Jennifer Cooley4 years ago in Fiction
Starlight Man
We were crouching round the bivouac fire, for the night was chill, and we were yet high up along the summit of the great range. We had been scouting through the mountains for ten days, steadily working southward, and, though far from our own station, our supplies were abundant, and it was our leader's purpose to make a clean sweep of the line from old Sandy to the Salado, and fully settle the question as to whether the renegade Apaches had betaken themselves, as was possible, to the heights of the Matitzal, or had made a break for their old haunts in the Tonto Basin or along the foot-hills of the Black Mesa to the east. Strong scouting-parties had gone thitherward, too, for "the Chief" was bound to bring these Tontos to terms; but our orders were explicit: "Thoroughly scout the east face of the Matitzal." We had capital Indian allies with us. Their eyes were keen, their legs tireless, and there had been bad blood between them and the tribe now broken away from the reservation. They asked nothing better than a chance to shoot and kill them; so we could feel well assured that if "Tonto sign" appeared anywhere along our path it would instantly be reported. But now we were south of the confluence of Tonto Creek and the Wild Rye, and our scouts declared that beyond that point was the territory of the White Mountain Apaches, where we would not be likely to find the renegades. East of us, as we lay there in the sheltered nook whence the glare of our fire could not be seen, lay the deep valley of the Tonto brawling along its rocky bed on the way to join the Salado, a few short marches farther south. Beyond it, though we could not see them now, the peaks and "buttes" of the Sierra Ancha rolled up as massive foot-hills to the Mogollon. All through there our scouting-parties had hitherto been able to find Indians whenever they really wanted to. There were some officers who couldn't find the Creek itself if they thought Apaches lurked along its bank, and of such, some of us thought, was our leader. In the dim twilight only a while before I had heard our chief packer exchanging confidences with one of the sergeants,-- "I tell you, Harry, if the old man were trying to steer clear of all possibility of finding these Tontos, he couldn't have followed a better track than ours has been. And he made it, too; did you notice? Every time the scouts tried to work out to the left he would herd them all back--up-hill." "We never did think the lieutenant had any too much sand," answered the sergeant, grimly; "but any man with half an eye can see that orders to thoroughly scout the east face of a range does not mean keep on top of it as we've been doing. Why, in two more marches we'll be beyond their stamping-ground entirely, and then it's only a slide down the west face to bring us to those ranches in the Sandy Valley. Ever seen them?" "No. I've never been this far down; but what do you want to bet that _that's_ what the lieutenant is aiming at? He wants to get a look at that pretty girl all the fellows at Fort Phoenix are talking about." "Dam'd old gray-haired rip! It would be just like him. With a wife and kids up at Sandy too." There were officers in the party, junior in years of life and years of service to the gray-headed subaltern whom some odd fate had assigned to the command of this detachment, nearly two complete "troops" of cavalry with a pack-train of sturdy little mules to match. We all knew that, as organized, one of our favorite captains had been assigned the command, and that between "the Chief," as we called our general, and him a perfect understanding existed as to just how thorough and searching this scout should be. The general himself came down to Sandy to superintend the start of the various commands, and rode away after a long interview with our good old colonel, and after seeing the two parties destined for the Black Mesa and the Tonto Basin well on their way. We were to move at nightfall the following day, and within an hour of the time of starting a courier rode in from Prescott with despatches (it was before our military telegraph line was built), and the commander of the division--the superior of our Arizona chief--ordered Captain Tanner to repair at once to San Francisco as witness before an important court-martial. A groan went up from more than one of us when we heard the news, for it meant nothing less than that the command of the most important expedition of all would now devolve upon the senior first lieutenant, Gleason; and so much did it worry Mr. Blake, his junior by several files, that he went at once to Colonel Pelham, and begged to be relieved from duty with that column and ordered to overtake one of the others. The colonel, of course, would listen to nothing of the kind, and to Gleason's immense and evident gratification we were marched forth under his command. There had been no friction, however. Despite his gray beard, Gleason was not an old man, and he really strove to be courteous and conciliatory to his officers,--he was always considerate towards his men; but by the time we had been out ten days, having accomplished nothing, most of us were thoroughly disgusted. Some few ventured to remonstrate. Angry words passed between the commander and Mr. Blake, and on the night on which our story begins there was throughout the command a feeling that we were simply being trifled with.
By ranjit4 years ago in Fiction
The last time I'll ever meet you
Our story begins back in 2005, on the playground in a little place called Beachtown, Florida. Luna and Sterling were five years old when they met, Now when you're five it seems like anything is possible, but I'm getting ahead of myself. Anyway back to the playground, it was your average playground nothing too special. The equipment was old, there was some graffiti, also it wasn't too broken down so it made a great fort. We set the stage for princess Luna playing a nice game of " pretend " and this was the part in the game where Luna was in her castle daydreaming about her prince charming coming to her rescue. Enters Haven a quiet little boy the same age as Luna, who wanted to go down the slide aka Luna's " castle" in make believe land. Lets just say Luna was the kind of little girl who wasn't afraid to hit someone and while that was a problem her parents where trying to tackle it would be a defining moment for her as this situation plays out. Haven ask if he can go down the slide and Luna says " no, this my castle ", Haven says " your castle isn't real and your game is dumb" Luna then proceeds to push Haven down the slide and say " who's castle isn't real now? ". Haven turns around sitting on the ground and is shocked and that a girl actually pushed him and wasn't afraid to do he didn't know it in that moment but that feisty little girl would later know her as the love of his life, but we aren't there yet! stop trying to get to the end and relax because this is going to take awhile. Now where were we ? Yes! Again back to the playground. Luna slid down the slide to help Haven get up as she reached out her hand and said " here let me help you up " he grabbed it and pulled her down causing her to land on the floor she was surprised, Haven got up and before you know it she was running after him for a good minute you know how fast kids get tired. The two ended up on the other side of the park near the swing where Luna met Havens twin brother Indigo. And next to them on the other set of swings was both of their future best friends, Peyton and Sterling. Peyton, Haven, and Indigo had already met a few days earlier and had already become friends. Peyton goes up to Haven and Indigo and Sterling follows and they all meet Luna. Luna was happy to make new friends. Indigo was completely taken with Luna and thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world and it should be noted here that Luna would also become the love of Indigo's life as well. And to top it all off they were twins. And Luna was kinda oblivious and didn't have any feelings in the moment that I could write in this story. While we have a love triangle developing over there, we have Peyton and Sterling who we also realizing that they like each other as well and they were already best friends. Keep in mind these five kids were already extraordinary from birth. And they grew up to have equal extraordinary lives. Anyway, the five kids decided to play a game of hide and seek. Peyton yelled " I want to be it!", he started counting " 1,2,3,4..etc" . The four others ran away as fast as they could. Luna and Sterling ran away to hide in the biggest tree in all of the park, the perfect hiding spot. They got to talking and decided to be best friends forever. While they were having a sweet moment they heard a very loud " boo!" from Peyton. The two girls screamed and fell out of the tree, but both of the girls weren't hurt because the tree had caught them in its soft vines. While the two girls picked themselves up Peyton said "Im going to go look for Haven and Indigo" and he left. After Luna and Sterling got up Sterling had realized that her two hundred dollar diamond barn owl necklace broke in half but none of diamonds in the necklace fell out of place. She was very sad though, her grandmother had given her that necklace and she always felt like it was a little piece of her grandmother that was always with her. And no before you freak out and start getting emotional no she didn't die she just lived in another state and Sterling didn't get to see her that often. Sterling started crying and Luna was trying everything she could to comfort Sterling, Luna gave Sterling a hug and wiped her tears. Peyton came back with Haven and Indigo they all asked what had happened. Luna told them what happened, they walked a crying Sterling over to her mom. She asked what happened and sat with Sterling and gave her a kiss on the forehead. The day was ending and Luna's mom had walked over and said it was time to go, as did Haven and Indigo's dad, Peyton went home with the twins. All five kids said goodbye to each other. Luna and her mom started walking away but before they could leave the park Sterling ran up to Luna and said " I want you to have the other half of my broken necklace". Luna, shocked she smiled said "really?", Sterling said " its broken yes, but that doesn't mean it cant still be used". Luna accepted the other half happily and asked her mom to help her make a necklace out of the other half. She wore it for for about a day then then never wore it again and it got lost somewhere in her room. All the kids went home that day and never saw each other again, except Sterling and Peyton who became best friends.
By Leyla Milner4 years ago in Fiction
The Yule Ball Solution
Originally posted on fanfiction.net and Archive Of Our Own Watching Ginny go up the stairs to her dorm, Harry felt like banging his head on the table.
By Natasja Rose4 years ago in Fiction