Fan Fiction
The Diary of Bellatrix Black - June 1968
***1 June 1968, Hogwarts*** There is a perfect wizard, and his name is Lord Voldemort. Last night was the slug’s last dinner party of the school year. I wore a pink dress that Mother bought for me last time she was in Paris. I let it stay pink this time.
By Deanna Cassidy5 years ago in Fiction
The Diary of Bellatrix Black - May 1968
***1 May 1968, Hogsmeade*** There is a perfect wizard, and his name is Lord Voldemort. What an awful day. I woke to the sound of the door opening suddenly and angry footsteps approaching my bed. The phrase, “Magical law enforcement!” sprang to mind. I reached for my wand on the bedside table, but a woman’s hand wrapped around my wrist and pulled, jerking me out of bed unarmed. She slapped me.
By Deanna Cassidy5 years ago in Fiction
CHRISTMAS JUST AIN'T CHRISTMAS
CHRISTMAS WITHOUT THE MARIGOLD I don’t have to tell you, we are still currently experiencing a grim milestone in history, dealing with the trials and tribulations of the Covid-19 pandemic; over half of a million Americans are dead, and the virus is still raging with the new delta version. These are dark times and we’re headed straight into another covid Christmas Season.
By Fabian Ellis5 years ago in Fiction
The Diary of Bellatrix Black - February 1968
***1 February 1968, Hogwarts*** Cold and windy. It couldn’t have been Helena. Dumbledore interrogated her yesterday morning. She and her collection of romance novels disappeared from the library before lunchtime. When Leonard walked me back from my detention to the Slytherin common room, he said that at dinner, Professor Dippet introduced a thin, severe-looking young witch as the new librarian, Madam Irma Pince.
By Deanna Cassidy5 years ago in Fiction
THE ONLY TIME I LOST MY PREY
I have no friends. I can be social, just don’t bother my prey. As a matter of fact, if I were a human, I’d be considered a sociopath. My bite is deadly, and I don’t care about the blood. As a matter of fact, I love the smell of blood. I even love the way it tastes. I don’t care if you’re not bothering me. I bother you. During feeding time, the whole ocean around me colors itself red. I’m used to it. I’m probably as old as dirt, but I have a big belly to fill, so cut me break. I don’t expect you to imagine me second guessing my food. “It is what it is.” I’m mean, I’m big, I’m grey and that’s the way I like to keep it.
By Beautiful Intelligence5 years ago in Fiction
Jabber Jaw, Then and Now
This is a tale of stardom and downfall, of addiction and recovery, of violence and redemption. This is the story of everyone’s favorite drum playing, shapeshifting, great white shark, Jabber Jaw. Jabber Jaw’s climb to success was simple, he was one of very few talking sharks during a period when talking sharks were in high demand. The shark craze of the 1970s was every talking shark’s dream. He was invited to Hollywood parties before he even had an agent and landed some well-paying modeling work in the early 1970s. He started playing drums in his friend Clamhead’s band, The Neptunes, and the group achieved a superabundance of success.
By Jeffrey Myles5 years ago in Fiction
To Whom It May Concern
To whom it may concern, If you are reading this letter, you may either be surprised, angry, or not reading this letter for very long. To the media all I’m ever known as is a goon or a henchman, or worse, a “Rubberband”, thanks to that pseudo-hero Gold Guardian. I have a name and it is Samuel White, not that any of you ever cared to ask. I don’t really blame you, though. I know my own choices put me here and I have no one to blame but myself, especially for having some hope that I could find help while I was drowning in my mistakes.
By Pseudo Nym5 years ago in Fiction
There's Just Something Not Right About Maria
As the days seem to roll on in the month of October, June and Jade loved preparing for the Halloween celebration. It became a ritual year after year. But even more important to them was celebrating through November 2nd. Their families and friends all took part in the celebration as part of their heritage.
By Jason Friend5 years ago in Fiction
The Dark Trio {A Harry Potter Fanfiction}
Harry was sweet to Hagrid, he actually liked him more then he liked most people, however when Harry and Hagrid parted at King’s Cross, Harry felt like most of the kids there with their families and their happy goodbyes weren’t for him. Harry dragged his trunk aboard and found an empty compartment. About 5 minutes later the boy from the robes shop entered, the one with the blonde hair and the sharp nose. Harry slid himself into the corner of the compartment, pushing into the shadows as he often did. The blonde boy sat and slowly two larger boys entered and a girl with sharp facial features and dark hair. He learnt the boys were Crabbe and Goyle, and the girl was Pansy, the boy from the robe shop he knew was Draco Malfoy.
By Becky Arthurs5 years ago in Fiction
The Mermaid, her Project Mermaid X and thoughts over an inexpensive, non- shark fin soup
The Mermaid, her Project Mermaid X and thoughts over an inexpensive, non- shark fin soup As an ocean loyalist young mermaid perched over her soup, she looked over the oceans and felt she needed to advocate for the 400-million-year existence of her protectors and her shark species friends. The sharks who kept so much of her home, when she was not attending land-based meetings, being the ocean beds balanced, safe and beautiful. Shark heritage reminded her of land icons like Mandela, Obama and Fidel Castro alike. All shark species were her friends, and she knew she was going to use her voice to defend their rights as do for all in the waters. She would stop at nothing even if it meant working with the allure of her flowing, shiny locks and beautiful unicorn colored, mother of pearl tail scales as a distraction for her cause.
By Marica Quarsingh5 years ago in Fiction
