Essay on Fanfic: A Short Story

“With the knife I had, I opened his chest to that place…. I inserted the knife point, and with great difficulty, at last i pulled it out”

“He was a marked boy. Bullies, drawn by his oddity and hoping to goad him into uttering Italian curses, pelted him with rocks, taunted him, punched him, and kicked him. He tried buying their mercy with his lunch, but they pummeled him anyway, leaving him bloody. He could have ended the beatings

She looked at the ground, and her eyes looked left and right and she just nodded. I asked her again if she had been struck how. She said he (her boyfriend) pushed her. (Her boyfriend’s name is Gary Laxson, he owns a tattoo parlor next door to the Cellar Door bar.)

Isaac stood there, not able to move a muscle. He kept eye contact with her as he continued shaking. He started breaking into sweats wondering why he wasn’t able to move. One of the men unlocked the cell door, letting Renee

The blood was everywhere, but still, most of the blood covered the woman’s eyes. She seems to have no more energy to pick up the knife. Instead, she murmured:“He’s still alive...You killed him! It’s you! He was still alive when you told me he was

At least she’d drawn blood. It was Quade that she’d stuck, and she was glad for it, even if the damage was minimal. It hadn’t been Quade’s first time on the wrong end of a blade, either. The man was built like a lugnut, and he had a thin, shiny canyon of pink scar tissue snaking down across his face, from above his right eye to the edge of his left jaw. It must have been a real feat just to keep that pug nose intact. “You won’t be so feisty once you meet Mr. Talmidge, miss,” he drawled. He’d torn a section from his t-shirt and tied it tight over the gash she’d made in his forearm with the little pocket knife Brian had given her for her birthday so many years before. She’d finally had a chance to use it for something other than picking splinters.

Caroline stood there looking at the man who just saved her life. She watched as he bent over the dead soldiers, looking through their pockets, looting what little money they had on them. He stood up, turning towards Caroline reaching over his shoulder repositioning the quiver and bow he wore on his back.

Even nerves burned away. Before he could do any more harm to himself, Izanagi seized him by the wrist, claws tracing over the branded, leathery flesh. At the same time, the refreshing trickle of healing magic flowed through his veins, relieving the pain. Not enough to stop it altogether, but he wasn't going to

What if Darth Vader had been one of the rebels as opposed to the face of the Empire? What if Huckleberry Finn’s story had continued, and detailed his ambitions of running west to Indian territory? What if the story of King Arthur and his knights had taken place in the future as opposed to the past? Questions such as these have been asked for as long as people have been reading for entertainment. Very rarely are questions such as these answered by the authors of the work, meaning that, if a reader is to have an answer, they have to create one themselves. This is why fan fiction was created, and why it continues to hold popularity among fans of the works it is based upon. Fan fiction, while being an entertaining and engaging form of

The man's face was heavily bandaged, perhaps only just keeping the bones beneath intact. The poor soul had clearly gone without

“Fifty Shades of Grey” by E.L. James, “Gabriel Trilogy” by Sylvain Reynard, and “After” by Anna Todd, are books that sold millions of copies all over the world. What do they all have in common? They were all once fanfictions. But, these are just some of the vast amount of books that were originally fanfiction. Because of these books, fanfiction has been getting a lot of attention over the last year. If you didn’t know what fanfiction was before, there is no way you could ignore it now. Some people may say that it’s just a childish trend that obsessed teens have just started doing. Or people may praise it, and say it’s the start of a new era. But, let me tell you, fanfiction has been around for a very long time. It’s hard to pinpoint where

I hit him there with the edge of my palm with a chopping movement…and he fell down and squirmed on the floor…I left him there and walked out and gave up the strong man’s life once for all. (23)

He had to try again, but he couldn’t see past all of the blood. He grabbed the dangling toe and broke the rest of it off. He knew he couldn’t scream and wake the men up. He bit down on the cloth as hard as he could and moaned.The wounds were not bleeding as profusely because the negative seventeen degree temperature slowed the blood flow. The wounds were bandaged and numb from the coldness and adrenaline running through Finn.

During the summer I could do a five-week writing workshop on Harry Potter fan fiction. The first week we would start by discussing how to write fan fiction. I would start by telling them the needed to read the seven books in the Harry Potter series. I would also have them read up on the fictional world. This would include fan sites and other books that support the main Harry Potter series. Finally, I would explain to them that there is good fan fiction and bad fan fiction. I would allow them the week to explore the fictional world and read fan fiction. They would need to choose how much they read of the Harry Potter series that week. Some people have more time than others over the summer to read.

Emitting vines from her arms, Sabra attempted to finish the fight quickly. Vittorio continued to show little concern watching the vines entangled around his arms. Sabra tugged on her vines, pulling Vittorio off the rock as he flew towards them. Gerard’s aura started to glow golden around his body, summoning his guardian angel. The aura gained a physical appearance resembling a monk. It sported gauntlets on both arms and a bead necklace, similar to what Gerard wore. Vittorio’s calm demeanor changed a bit, seeing the faceless monk standing next to Gerard. Vittorio placed his hand on the vines, using his manifestation to make them explode. Overdoing the explosion, everyone including Vittorio flew back a bit.