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Post Your Fanfiction Here (aka Pieces of Writings)
Post your fanfiction or other writing pieces here. They can be from school, online, etc.
They cannot be from magazines, though.
Hope you don't mind, Gavin, but I clarified your title so that anyone could know what it's about when reading said title.
They cannot be from magazines, though.
Hope you don't mind, Gavin, but I clarified your title so that anyone could know what it's about when reading said title.
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GENO EDIT: I'm familiar with the "M" ratings. PM me if you think the link is good to put back, along with a good reason why.
Pay attention to the M ratings
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Here's the first chapter of a fanfic I started writing, and can't finish until CR gets back online. XD I made the latest chapter there, and now I can't retrieve it. The first two chapters are on the PWM forums. Anyway, here ya go. A fanfic about Magnifi.
MAGNIFICENCE pt. 1
April 23rd, 2019.
As I stare down the dark tunnel, into the abyss, I wonder if many have done so. If they were courageous people, if they were cowards. The latter applies to myself, I now reluctantly admit. Though who do I admit this to? No one. The time for that is too late. Nothing matters but that cold handle I have in my hands. The footsteps, talking, everything is drowned out by the sound soon to come. Am I sweating? Is my heart racing? Can they notice either? If so, I'd rather not alarm someone to what I am about to do. Not yet. As I lie here in a dark, sterile room, I ponder... how did this begin?
... It began when I gave up my name. That must be it.
April 3rd, 1977.
The roar of applause crashes over my body like a wave of... relief. A high, to be sure. My name is Clyde Adriano. I'm known throughout this tiny town as "Sly Clyde", a popular magician in town. Though I had not yet seen a talent agent to come to Alachua, Florida. That, or my luck was as stunted as my career. Though these mere facts washed off of me like dirt in rain. Their adoration was intoxicating. Their pure voracity in each clap, with each eye wide in disbelief, each vibration from their voices and whistles; I could feel it then, and can feel it even now, though faintly. I could also feel the brushing of the curtains as they slink towards each other, and in front of me, each step that leaves this tiny theater, each blink as I realized it was over.
Reluctantly, I unconsciously walked towards the dressing room, and I saw myself in the mirror upon entry, with my white silk garments. Brother said it would look dashing on my dark complexion. I entertained the thought, this notion that I could inspire such emotions. Though I couldn't account for taste, I certainly could see its effect, and that was most pleasing of all. Slowly transforming from "Sly Clyde" to "Mr. Adriano", I was almost finished with my tie as a knock suddenly taps at my door. "A fan!", I gleefully wished. Though what was on the other side was beyond my wildest imaginations.
"Mr. Adriano?", a high-pitched, male voice calls. "Mr. Adriano, if you are decent, could we have a little chat?"
"Who are you?", my voice cracks in reply. I could not contain my excitement at the prospect that was just a turn of the knob away.
"Boris Valko, a, uh, freelance agent. Can I come in?"
My hand acts on its own, but this lack of control was welcome. My tie was perfect, as was this moment. "Sure. Hope you don't mind the lack of room."
"Nah, I've been in tighter binds. Heh!" There is a stark cockiness about him. He laughs, hiding... maybe enticing? Looking back, this would be suspicious, but I was young. "Anyway, I like your stuff. You're a guy with talent, am I right? I'm right. You don't need to be in little dead-end crud like this! We in agreement so far?" It was like he could read my mind, as I could read each of his hand movements, all exaggerated and grandiose. I nodded in excitement. "So it's like this: I can book you somewhere else. Somewhere in Miami. It'll be your big debut, 'kay? Heh heh, picture this: 4,000 people, all coming to see you, Clyde!" My heart was pounding faster than ever, and my hands moved with a mind of their own, shaking his.
"Mr. Valko, name the time and place!" I roar with delight.
"Heh heh, calm down, buddy, we'll get to that. But first, I wanna talk about your act..." I swallow, almost frozen.
"M-...my act?"
"Yeah! Heh, don't worry, it's just a few suggestions, buddy. Now, here's what we do..."
April 13th, 1977
I can feel the curtains part, each ray of crimson bursting between the increasingly large crevice. I see their mouths individually go agape at the sight of me. The silk of my cape drinks in the color, almost as if the fabric were bleeding. My eyes were focused, my body moving out of my mind's control. Glancing to the side, I saw Boris' intent gaze on my person. If I were to show how I felt, it would be pure shock. Only ten days to rehearse, with a full new repertoire suggested by Mr. Valko. My mind mouthed the words as they rang out, since I knew them by heart, having wrote them.
"And now, prepare to be mortified, shocked, and mystified at...
The Magnificent Gramarye!"
My left big toe twitched, as it always does when I am surprised. That wasn't my stage name... but at the time, I just continued the show. My name wasn't important, the smiles on their faces were. Before me were many sheaths. Following procedure with these types of tricks, I have random audience members touch the blades, and see them as authentic. After having them politely chaperoned off by security, I was ready to begin. My body acted on its own, as the show was now my mind. Taking each dagger, I slipped each through the silk, and the audience saw the fabric bleed. My eyes feigned agony, my clenched teeth indicative of the phantom pain, the crowd's murmurs being very audible. After seven blades had pierced my personage, I slowly took each one out, all of them dripping with the "proof" of my deeds. No sooner had the last dagger escaped, had I used it to rip through each button. Slowly opening the flaps of my shirt, I revealed that not a scratch had befallen me.
They clap. They cheer. They whisper. I can feel it all. The act has changed, and so has the affections of the audience. I know now what it means to truly be a performer. I know what I want. I want their happiness. I want their unbelief. I want their love. I want to be The Magnificent Gramarye.
TO BE CONTINUED...
MAGNIFICENCE pt. 1
April 23rd, 2019.
As I stare down the dark tunnel, into the abyss, I wonder if many have done so. If they were courageous people, if they were cowards. The latter applies to myself, I now reluctantly admit. Though who do I admit this to? No one. The time for that is too late. Nothing matters but that cold handle I have in my hands. The footsteps, talking, everything is drowned out by the sound soon to come. Am I sweating? Is my heart racing? Can they notice either? If so, I'd rather not alarm someone to what I am about to do. Not yet. As I lie here in a dark, sterile room, I ponder... how did this begin?
... It began when I gave up my name. That must be it.
April 3rd, 1977.
The roar of applause crashes over my body like a wave of... relief. A high, to be sure. My name is Clyde Adriano. I'm known throughout this tiny town as "Sly Clyde", a popular magician in town. Though I had not yet seen a talent agent to come to Alachua, Florida. That, or my luck was as stunted as my career. Though these mere facts washed off of me like dirt in rain. Their adoration was intoxicating. Their pure voracity in each clap, with each eye wide in disbelief, each vibration from their voices and whistles; I could feel it then, and can feel it even now, though faintly. I could also feel the brushing of the curtains as they slink towards each other, and in front of me, each step that leaves this tiny theater, each blink as I realized it was over.
Reluctantly, I unconsciously walked towards the dressing room, and I saw myself in the mirror upon entry, with my white silk garments. Brother said it would look dashing on my dark complexion. I entertained the thought, this notion that I could inspire such emotions. Though I couldn't account for taste, I certainly could see its effect, and that was most pleasing of all. Slowly transforming from "Sly Clyde" to "Mr. Adriano", I was almost finished with my tie as a knock suddenly taps at my door. "A fan!", I gleefully wished. Though what was on the other side was beyond my wildest imaginations.
"Mr. Adriano?", a high-pitched, male voice calls. "Mr. Adriano, if you are decent, could we have a little chat?"
"Who are you?", my voice cracks in reply. I could not contain my excitement at the prospect that was just a turn of the knob away.
"Boris Valko, a, uh, freelance agent. Can I come in?"
My hand acts on its own, but this lack of control was welcome. My tie was perfect, as was this moment. "Sure. Hope you don't mind the lack of room."
"Nah, I've been in tighter binds. Heh!" There is a stark cockiness about him. He laughs, hiding... maybe enticing? Looking back, this would be suspicious, but I was young. "Anyway, I like your stuff. You're a guy with talent, am I right? I'm right. You don't need to be in little dead-end crud like this! We in agreement so far?" It was like he could read my mind, as I could read each of his hand movements, all exaggerated and grandiose. I nodded in excitement. "So it's like this: I can book you somewhere else. Somewhere in Miami. It'll be your big debut, 'kay? Heh heh, picture this: 4,000 people, all coming to see you, Clyde!" My heart was pounding faster than ever, and my hands moved with a mind of their own, shaking his.
"Mr. Valko, name the time and place!" I roar with delight.
"Heh heh, calm down, buddy, we'll get to that. But first, I wanna talk about your act..." I swallow, almost frozen.
"M-...my act?"
"Yeah! Heh, don't worry, it's just a few suggestions, buddy. Now, here's what we do..."
April 13th, 1977
I can feel the curtains part, each ray of crimson bursting between the increasingly large crevice. I see their mouths individually go agape at the sight of me. The silk of my cape drinks in the color, almost as if the fabric were bleeding. My eyes were focused, my body moving out of my mind's control. Glancing to the side, I saw Boris' intent gaze on my person. If I were to show how I felt, it would be pure shock. Only ten days to rehearse, with a full new repertoire suggested by Mr. Valko. My mind mouthed the words as they rang out, since I knew them by heart, having wrote them.
"And now, prepare to be mortified, shocked, and mystified at...
The Magnificent Gramarye!"
My left big toe twitched, as it always does when I am surprised. That wasn't my stage name... but at the time, I just continued the show. My name wasn't important, the smiles on their faces were. Before me were many sheaths. Following procedure with these types of tricks, I have random audience members touch the blades, and see them as authentic. After having them politely chaperoned off by security, I was ready to begin. My body acted on its own, as the show was now my mind. Taking each dagger, I slipped each through the silk, and the audience saw the fabric bleed. My eyes feigned agony, my clenched teeth indicative of the phantom pain, the crowd's murmurs being very audible. After seven blades had pierced my personage, I slowly took each one out, all of them dripping with the "proof" of my deeds. No sooner had the last dagger escaped, had I used it to rip through each button. Slowly opening the flaps of my shirt, I revealed that not a scratch had befallen me.
They clap. They cheer. They whisper. I can feel it all. The act has changed, and so has the affections of the audience. I know now what it means to truly be a performer. I know what I want. I want their happiness. I want their unbelief. I want their love. I want to be The Magnificent Gramarye.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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I've been working on a plotless story about Psyche-Locks, it is also a Fire Emblem 6 cross-over, it's not finished yet, but here is the story thus far.
To be continued..............
Spoiler : Long, plotless story :
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SEE MY SIG FOR THE LINK TO MY FANFIC. PLEASE COMMENT!
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Spoiler : Plotless Wocky/ :machi: drabbles :
I love all generations of My Little Pony and I'm proud of it! Paste this into your sig if you are too!
To please my Yuri side. (Picture by adcoon on DA)
♂ + ♂ = ♥
♀ + ♀ = ♥
♀ + ♂ = ♥
Love should be genderless.
If you agree, please add this to your signature.
To please my Yuri side. (Picture by adcoon on DA)
♂ + ♂ = ♥
♀ + ♀ = ♥
♀ + ♂ = ♥
Love should be genderless.
If you agree, please add this to your signature.
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Saw this thread and felt like contributing something, so I scribbled up this... uh... Not sure what to call it... in about 15 minutes. Hope you enjoy.
Spoiler : The Beating :
And all the carries and junglers will look up and shout "Save us!" and I'll whisper...
"MORDE ES NUMERO UNO HUEHUEHUEHUEHUEHUE"
"MORDE ES NUMERO UNO HUEHUEHUEHUEHUEHUE"
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I'll post the first chapter of my Yu Yu Hakusho fanfiction. For more fics from both me and my dudes, go here. http://mysticforum.forumotion.com/f10-f ... n-fanmanga
Spoiler : Detective Shin :
Auron: No time to waste, let's go!
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I've got a Sonic one. (Tails/Vanilla fluff) You'll need LibreOffice or OpenOffice to open the file I put in the attachments.
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I love all generations of My Little Pony and I'm proud of it! Paste this into your sig if you are too!
To please my Yuri side. (Picture by adcoon on DA)
♂ + ♂ = ♥
♀ + ♀ = ♥
♀ + ♂ = ♥
Love should be genderless.
If you agree, please add this to your signature.
To please my Yuri side. (Picture by adcoon on DA)
♂ + ♂ = ♥
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Love should be genderless.
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Actually, OpenOffice can open that file type, too.Trialman wrote:I've got a Sonic one. (Tails/Vanilla fluff) You'll need LibreOffice to open the file I put in the attachments.
Made by me, anyone can use it, if they wish
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Testimony Amended. Also, what are your thoughts on the story?Commander Shepard wrote:Actually, OpenOffice can open that file type, too.Trialman wrote:I've got a Sonic one. (Tails/Vanilla fluff) You'll need LibreOffice to open the file I put in the attachments.
I love all generations of My Little Pony and I'm proud of it! Paste this into your sig if you are too!
To please my Yuri side. (Picture by adcoon on DA)
♂ + ♂ = ♥
♀ + ♀ = ♥
♀ + ♂ = ♥
Love should be genderless.
If you agree, please add this to your signature.
To please my Yuri side. (Picture by adcoon on DA)
♂ + ♂ = ♥
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Love should be genderless.
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I've put my Tails/Vanilla fanfic on FanFiction.Net, here's the link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6934785/1/Softer_Heart
I love all generations of My Little Pony and I'm proud of it! Paste this into your sig if you are too!
To please my Yuri side. (Picture by adcoon on DA)
♂ + ♂ = ♥
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Love should be genderless.
If you agree, please add this to your signature.
To please my Yuri side. (Picture by adcoon on DA)
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Love should be genderless.
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This is a Bleach/Final Fantasy VIII fanfic I entered for a fanfic contest last year. I gotz second place for it. BTW, site is in Spanish, but the fic is in English.
http://paquines.com/2WP/?p=389
http://paquines.com/2WP/?p=389
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I have a lot of fanfics written, but I doubt anyone here will recognize the fandoms they're for.
With that said, I don't have much time now, but I'll start reading these ones later. ^_^
With that said, I don't have much time now, but I'll start reading these ones later. ^_^