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The Metropolitan Man


The year is 1934, and Superman has arrived in Metropolis. Features Lex Luthor as the villain protagonist as he comes to grips with the arrival of an alien god. Occasional point-of-view chapters/sections featuring Lois Lane. Takes place outside any established comics continuity. Complete.

Mother of Learning


Zorian, a mage in training, only wanted to finish his education in peace. Now he struggles to find answers as he finds himself repeatedly reliving the same month. 'Groundhog's day' style setup in a fantasy world.

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Fantasy

Current setting: Very Hard


I broke my fixation on the woefully empty bottle of beer to glance down at my phone as it dinged, notifying me about an email. I sighed. Debt collectors and spam. That's all I ever got anymore. At least the latter allowed me the pleasure of pressing the fun little trashcan icon.

Branches on the Tree of Time


Kyle Reese has traveled backwards in time, not to save Sarah Connor, but to help her rewrite the faulty utility function of Skynet. Together, it's possible that they might avert Judgment Day and save the world from nuclear Armageddon - and hopefully create a utopia ruled over by an AI god in the process. Fully completed. Diverges wildly from canon.

A Crack Slash Epilogue


This is a “Six Years Later” epilogue to Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality by Eliezer Yudkowsky that I wrote a while and back and am just now getting around to posting here (it was previously posted on /r/hpmor). It contains ending spoilers for that story, and for six other books that have not been (and will not be) written. As should be clear from the title, it is not meant to be taken entirely seriously.

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Seventh Horcrux


The presence of a foreign soul may have unexpected side effects on a growing child. I am Lord Volde...Harry Potter. I'm Harry Potter. In which Harry is insane, Hermione is a Dark Lady-in-training, Ginny is a minion, and Ron is confused.

The day we met for coffee


The day was bitter. The day was harsh. The day can only be pleasant if I drink my cup of hot black coffee in the cafe dolce. I shook my patched robe in the rain, water splashed down on a girl's face. She was walking across the street with her umbrella with ladybugs print. She would think it was just umbrella failed to block that drop of water. If only she had a moment to stop and looked up to the sky, she should see my old pale head floating over the convenience store's billboard; my fingers dancing on my cold teeth and trying to play Mozart's Piano Sonata No. 11. But she was too busy to notice me. I jealously saw her ran into a Starbucks. On the day like this, a cup of watery coffee from Starbucks would warm my dead feet. Then I heard the girl screamed like audiences who saw my broken body that crashed by an eighteen wheeler years ago. She ran out with two men, and then a flock of customers busted the door like a rushing flood. I flew over to the Starbucks, through the window, I saw a creature that was wrapped in green and yellow mixture gunk are pushing barrister into the corner. Poor barrister and his man bun looked same desperate. He kept throwing things he could find from the shelf to the creature, but the thing was only growling and walking towards him. Barrister decided to throw cotton of milk to the thing, the box exploded on that thing's face. The while liquid washed away a little bit dirt on that creature and I noticed the thing had same facial structure like me. I flew over to the thing and found he was wearing my favorite grey jacket I bought from Target. I thought it was a good idea to wear that to go to school and I didn't know I will be killed by an eighteen wheelers that was full of chemicals. The thing finally get a hold of the barrister, it grabbed the barrister's arm and teared it off like pulling apart a piece of well-cooked pulled pork. The barrister screamed and screeched before the thing bite into his throat. The scene was so gross that I was happy I was already dead that I have nothing to scare of anymore. The thing kept on chewing barrister's lifeless body with its nasty mouth. I flew near the thing to observe its bizzar feasting. It has one eyeball hanging on its face, but I was in shock. I am too familiar with this face. This zombie is me. How did my body turned into a zombie? If my body becomes a zombie, why am I existing? I've heard about our body is just a vessel for our soul, does it mean that my vessel are now set free from my soul and it decide to eating people for fun now? I never know my body was such a jerk. A long siren went near us, I saw a couple of cops jumped out of their car, holding their pistols and approaching to the Starbucks. The thing kept eating its food like the world surround it is disappear. "Dude, get up and leave, these cops are gonna getcha." I said. The zombie me didn't hear me, it started devouring barrister's right thigh. Cops opened the door; one of them slowly crawled behind the couch. I can see he took out a different gun; the gun was transforming and loaded with blue liquid in its magazine. "Carter at the position. The medicine will kill the moving organism immediately." The cop reported to his radio. I don't know what to think. My body became a monster and it finished the poor man's body in less than ten minutes. I would hate to save a monster but I would also hate to see what these cops going to do with my body next. I waved at the zombie me, it didn't react. I lifted a glass bottle that labeled as chocolate and thrown it to the rear door. This time, zombie me heard the sound. It looked at the door, dripping the blood saliva from its half chin. I throw another bottle of vanilla, zombie me stood up, slowly walked to the door. The cop lifted his gun, I throw a bottle of cinnamon to his head. "Shit, there's someone else in the shop!" Cop reported to the radio. "Did you see who is it?" "No. I only see the effected citizen here." Radio fall into silence for a second: “Officer Carson, Are you seeing visions?" "What? No, but someone from nowhere thrown bottles to the door and then it throw the something at me, oh it was a bottle of cinnamon powder." "Officer Carson, please abort the action. We will need to run a full check on you." "Shit." "Do you copy?" "Copy." Officer Carson spit the words and slowly crawled out of the door. Zombie me looked around and slowly walked to the direction of the rear door. I was flowing in the center of Starbucks, and wondering where is my body going. I decide to chase the bastard and see what was going on. I have plenty of time and I need something to cheer me up if I can never drink coffee anymore.

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The Story of the Battle of Hullsworth: Setting Pt.1


Hullsworth is a fortress between Empire of Gorm and Kingdom of Albion, Albion has invaded thus far but a quite surprised wait for them at Hullsworth. Although Albion has been invading Gorm has also been defending the epic showdown of good versus evil lies at the battle of hullsworth. All the troops are rallied up for battle waiting for the sounded horn to be struck. Albion is forced to split up because of the Invasions of Nords guard, even though Albion does not care. Albion's excellent general Nadric has stayed on the front guards rallying up for the attack even though his intelligence is low he reels that something is going to happen at the fortress with an Archer Tower Hullsworth.

John has Died on the toilet Pt.3


Finally we have found out why john has died. It is because he was taking his last turd he did not know how to work this out but he just wanted to use the bathroom just one time more. John is dead everyone R.I.P at least he did not go to heaven constipated. Although we're still on the case of how he died he is dead R.I.P we do not know all we can do is worry. Why do you think John has died on the toilet? Put you comment of the real reason he died below!

Valhalla Cena


"Today we mourn the lost of a important person" says the Newsreporter "John Cena has died..... too many memes of him were made.... and he wresteled someone to the death and lost...".

John Has Died on the Toilet :Pt 2


It's located in a desert he does not understand why John is dead in a desert. He though he said Dessert but instead they headed to the desert. I want to know why John is dead on a toilet in the Desert. What happened? Did he get eaten in the ? Or did he die from constipation while on the toilet? What happened? Who knows what happened to John all we know is he is dead and we need to help him. He laid his last brick as said in the previous story. He really did not have any dying will he just was dead spread open.

The Black Book


"Boom".......... There was this nice lady in this nice house on a nice street with a very quiet mouse. She always knew people did not like her, but that did not bother her at all. One day a boy was walking home from school. He noticed her every single day carrying a black book. The first day he did not pay it any mind. Once he saw her carrying the black book everywhere she went, he became very supicious. Yes, I know this is extremely crazy. However, it is very true. The lady always carried around a black book. No one knew why. One day the boy finally went up to her and asked her why did she carry around a black book. She informed him that the book was very private. The boy had no understanding of what the lady was talking about. No one knew that the lady was in America for an "investigation". She has been here for 1 year. She was sent here from Utomtia. Utomtia is known as an extremely bad place. You can't even walk outside without being harmed in some sort of way. No one in America knew she was here. How did she even get here? The answer was in the black book. The boy knew he had to see what was in the black book, so he set up a plan. He snuck out of the house at 2:00 a.m. The lady left the black book on her kitchen table. He could see it through her window. He climbed through the window and ran to the table. The moment was here. He opened the book. All of his questions were answered. The lady was from Utomtia! How did she get here? She stole someone's identity! How did she do that? She murdered someone! On the next page the following words were printed..... "Yes, I did murder somone. Yes, I am from Utomtia. The sad thing is no one can know." The boy screamed. A light came on, and there was the lady standing right behind him. "I guess this is it...", said the lady. "Boom"**

A Very Realistic Very Short Story about some of my life and some of my imaginary twin's life


I am attending a school called, "Southwest School of Land Transportation and Pnuematics" in South Dakota. I really love it here. Everyday I go to school and see my favorite people, all the sweggie kids. Even though they are v sweggie, they are my enemies. Their names are Harriet, Jessie, Laura, Carla, and Sara. They are all big meanies to me and I have all of my classes with them. I have a couple of friends...although they are all imaginary, but its okay. My mommy always tells me that they are not nice to me because I am amazing, but I know she is lying to me because she is crossing her fingers behind her back when she says it. I can tell because there is always a mirror behind her.

Lost Without a Compass. Part 1


I am 15 years old, on an island and I don't know how I got here. The last thing I remember is sitting in my familys yacht with, my father, brother and his fiancé during a storm. I heard the wind howling over the sea and the rain beating across the deck. I looked out the window while sitting on the leather and satin seats in our living room quarters. I could hardly see the ocean's waves through the rain although I could most definitly hear them. I remember thinking to my self while hearing the waves smash into the side of the boat; "was the boat was made to handle this kind of storm". While laying on the hot sand that surrounds me I have enough common sense to say to myself "apparently not". I have a stange feeling that in my future I will be talking to my self a lot.

It's All Their Fault


How am I still here. I mean why is life a thing. The world turns and I don't fall even though I'm super clumsly. I can't keep my focus even when I try. How am I supposed to keep myself happy when everyone around me isn't. There is so much hatred and sadness. Even the people who seem happy go home and cry the rest of the day. Life is a burden so I give up. The world says that it believes in me, the youth that will make a better future. Yet how can I make a better future when I'm ashamed of the past. The adults messed things up. They were selfish and greedy. The War has carried over to our lives. How could people be so concieted to not care about their children. Why would my parents bring me into such a horrible world. Where there are smiles on faces but scars on hearts. So here I am. Me, nothing extrodinary just the girl you see and ignore. I want to sit here and sleep and never wake up. Maybe I will. Because this world is a mess and it's all their fault.

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by SarahMc

The Metropolitan Man


The year is 1934, and Superman has arrived in Metropolis. Features Lex Luthor as the villain protagonist as he comes to grips with the arrival of an alien god. Occasional point-of-view chapters/sections featuring Lois Lane. Takes place outside any established comics continuity. Complete.

Mother of Learning


Zorian, a mage in training, only wanted to finish his education in peace. Now he struggles to find answers as he finds himself repeatedly reliving the same month. 'Groundhog's day' style setup in a fantasy world.

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Fantasy

Current setting: Very Hard


I broke my fixation on the woefully empty bottle of beer to glance down at my phone as it dinged, notifying me about an email. I sighed. Debt collectors and spam. That's all I ever got anymore. At least the latter allowed me the pleasure of pressing the fun little trashcan icon.

Branches on the Tree of Time


Kyle Reese has traveled backwards in time, not to save Sarah Connor, but to help her rewrite the faulty utility function of Skynet. Together, it's possible that they might avert Judgment Day and save the world from nuclear Armageddon - and hopefully create a utopia ruled over by an AI god in the process. Fully completed. Diverges wildly from canon.

A Crack Slash Epilogue


This is a “Six Years Later” epilogue to Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality by Eliezer Yudkowsky that I wrote a while and back and am just now getting around to posting here (it was previously posted on /r/hpmor). It contains ending spoilers for that story, and for six other books that have not been (and will not be) written. As should be clear from the title, it is not meant to be taken entirely seriously.

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Seventh Horcrux


The presence of a foreign soul may have unexpected side effects on a growing child. I am Lord Volde...Harry Potter. I'm Harry Potter. In which Harry is insane, Hermione is a Dark Lady-in-training, Ginny is a minion, and Ron is confused.