Fan Fiction
The Talking Penguins Christmas
Once upon a time, there lived three penguins named Harvey, Mumbles, and Pierre. They were staying at their Aunt Mimi house in Boynton Beach, Florida. These penguins were not ordinary penguins. Harvey, Mumbles, and Pierre were talking penguins. They grew up in Antarctica and ran away from home and were later adopted. Harvey lived with Aunt Mimi, Mumbles with Aunt Marie, and Pierre with Aunt Pauline. These Penguins were staying with their Aunt Mimi for the Christmas holidays. Christmas was their favorite holiday. The three penguins enjoy spending time with Aunt Mimi and wanted to get a real Christmas tree to decorate. Aunt Mimi decided to take them out to find a tree at Christmas Tree Village.
By John Matthews 4 years ago in Fiction
A Surprise at the Portugal Grand Prix
The early morning streets in Belgravia were empty and there was an eerie calmness to the spring London night. As the limo driver pulled up and stopped in front of the building, it was a moment of relief for the passenger, since he knew his long trip was over.
By Henry Smith4 years ago in Fiction
Comedian Talk; part 8 of 3-way
Estelle Costanza was brought into the hospital room within a half of an hour from the time Jerry arrived, and she looked very weak. Jerry had found out through Elaine that George’s mother had been having an increasingly difficult time getting enough oxygen and that her on and off again swelling problems around the neck had gotten so bad, George believed she was choking on something at one point. All of this amounted to another emergency hospital stay and they had found out the late stage thyroid cancer diagnosis was finally released and confirmed.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Fiction
Sharing a success story on Wattpad of 3000 reads with you on Vocal
Hello everybody, I am here today to talk about a fanfiction story I've written a few years ago on Wattpad and I would like to share it with you my readers on Vocal. The story is divided in three parts and it is all about the relationship between Noctis, Cloud and Lightning. Noctis loves Lightning, Cloud loves Lightning too but she loves neither of them in return. The plot is pretty simple. We read the story through Noctis perspective. It is written at the first person of singular. I like all three characters the same but I was wondering if I could write something with Noctis point of view. I hope you will enjoy the reading and not take that light-hearted story too seriously. Some might find the means of Noctis questionable and they will be right about that. Personally I would prefer Lightning to be in a relationship with Cloud Strife because his personality suits her better than Noctis. But none of this matters anyway since the lady doesn't care about the two men she knows about. Let us begin telling the story now, shall we? Please do no forget to donate a small tip on Vocal after reading the story if you liked it. It will be very appreciated.
By Rachel Daphmar Mombrun4 years ago in Fiction
Skull-Man and the Lords of 80's Evil
From the dark confines of the foreboding Snake Mountain, Skeletor sat upon his twisted bone throne and mused. His throne room was empty of his lesser henchmen, save for the diabolical beauty Evil-Lyn and his savage pet, Panthor. The Sorceress of Night was enjoying the Lord of Destruction's agony following so many failed plots and his savage pet was merely enjoying the wicked sorceress's attention as she casually stroked the beast.
By Kent Brindley4 years ago in Fiction
DCW
DCW (Dragon Championship Wrestling) Episode 1: INT.-LOCKER ROOM-NIGHT A young man (LITTLE DRAGON) sits on a bench with an open duffel bag at his feet, taping his forearms and wrists. We hear a bell ding in the background and the roar of a crowd cheering for someone they love. A much larger and older man in red trunks and shiny boots (PERMA DRAGON) walks up to the younger man.
By Mavrik Alexander Poe4 years ago in Fiction
Stranger Danger
Stranger Danger Keya shook her head she had to stop thinking about the funeral of her grandfather. He was gone and she was now alone. She was only twenty-one years old and she was independent. Grandpa made sure she was left with everything she needed. He taught her everything she knows on raising the farm. That part of death she could handle it’s the other part where she had to learn how to survive without him. Grandpa gave her two dogs which she regards them as best friends. Black and Blackie been with her since they were small pups. Grandpa talk to them and taught them things like hunting, and how to be quiet when strangers were around to attack them. She knew they would hurt anyone who would try to hurt her. The two of them acted like they understood grandpa when he uses to talk to them. She could hear her grandpa now “Gal you can’t get nothing done by being scared. Shake it off and get going!” Otis T pain never beat around the bush and didn’t care to be cuddled. He grew her up to be the same stand up for yourself. She could shoot, catch rabbit and any other game by the age of thirteen. Her mom died when she was born and she never knew her father. The animals needed feeding and she knew she better get up and do so because there wasn’t no one else to do it.
By Peggy Whitaker4 years ago in Fiction
