Eros And Aphrodite and#39;On Persephoneand#39;

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Image Credit: Jessica R., Phoenix, AZ The author's comments: I've always liked the relationship between Eros and Aphrodite. Eros doesn't seem to like Aphrodite much, but he still does everything for her. There isn't even clarity about Eros being her son or her lover, which is really strange. I also love the story of Kore, her being dragged into...

Memories of Rose

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Image Credit: Angel V., Tecumseh, MI The author's comments: This is my first fanfic about Doctor Who, I hope you like it! The ache that appeared when I saw her photo has not gone away. The TARDIS can feel it; she hums softly as I make my way through her maze of rooms, stopping before an all-too-familiar door. Her room. I had asked the TARDIS t...

A Forgotten Letter

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Image Credit: Brian M. The author's comments: I really love Harry and Ginny's relationship and I write a lot from her point of view... A tear hit the camp bed pillow. And another. And another. I didn't bother wiping them away. I let them fall. A sob makes it way out of me. And another. And another. I let myself cry. Then suddenly I freeze. Fo...

Intro

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On the edge of the isle was a boat. It was weathered, with bold white sails and a malformed masthead. Many adventures had occurred in and around it, the sort that would make its current tenants gasp in glee. But all these had happened in the past, so long ago that not even the infamous sailors who had sailed it quite believed the truth of the stori...

Unstable Magic (Pt 1)

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Image Credit: Chyla P., El Dorado, KS The author's comments: I will go ahead and say that not everything in here will be completely accurate. I tend to manipulate the stories in my fanfiction. I also admit that this may turn out to be longer than I expected... By the end of this part, the story plot hasn't even started. The next part will be muc...

A Change of Image

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Image Credit: Steve S., Marblehead, MA The enormous ballroom was alive with golds and blues, illumined by four extravagant chandeliers. The hum of violins was scarcely loud enough to outdo the hum of conversation as all the best-dressed bachelors and bachelorettes of the kingdom mingled on the marble floor. Bellis Beryla watched the commotion by th...

Peeta Mellark in the Hands of the Capitol

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Image Credit: Tom M., Philadelphia, PA The author's comments: Just a short piece on Peeta's time as a Capitol prisoner after the force field blew up in the Quarter Quell arena. I did my best to convey the emotions he would have felt; both his own and the hijacked ones. I wake up every day not knowing the date, or the day of the week for that m...

Witch of the Highlands

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Image Credit: Hannah B., Linwood, NJ The author's comments: This is a sort of fan fiction of Discworld. For those who read it, Nanny is Granny Weatherwax's predecessor. The old woman turned and smiled. She was a witch, and today was not her day. She wore a black pointed hat like most witches did, and she had a small white cat rubbing against he...

Hold On

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Image Credit: Julie K., Vancouver, WA The author's comments: This is a one shot based off of David Archuleta's song "Hold On" from his latest album Forevermore. It's meant to describe a powerful and epiphanic moment between a fan and David, even though the moment is only in the fan's head. This song has been extremely helpful since David left on...

Never Remember Me

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Image Credit: Treza R., Kalispell, MT The author's comments: What would you do? Would you keep your friends hidden for eternity because of the man who can never die until you do? What would you do? For Artemis, it's a better for her friends to remember her as being dead and never existing. Looking out my window, I could see the bright, shining...