Novel & Cerita Fanfiction The Hobbit

“What in the world are you talking about, Gabby?” “Well…” She drew in a deep breath. “It all started the night I kind of, sort of broke into someone’s apartment.” THE END Next in the Fairy Tale Quartet: B & E Ever After A Hansel and Gretel Story

Embarrassed to say I’ve watched those movies about eight times! Me:Only eight? Lightweight. I must have seen them all twenty times! I watched them all in one day once. Alice:Me too, LOL. Have yet to watch all the Hobbit and all LOTR in one day though. Me:That would be fun. Maybe we should try it. I press send, my lips curving up. Alice:Ha! The man has stamina. Me:That would be telling :-) Alice:Oh, I see what I’m dealing with here :-)

“Fantasy?” Came the uncertain inquiry through the bullhorn that sounded out loudly amongst the hustle and bustle of the crowded pier. Raising my hand I picked up my duffel bag and began making my way forward. As I walked the men about me stared. They always stared. It was kind of nice and yet annoying at the same time. It didn’t help that my Russian born mother so enamored with her relocation to a new and in her eyes, ‘fantasy land’ of America had named me as such.

And she also wanted to thank the author of the book she was reading, it’s a pretty good guide for raising children. Yes, the book she was reading was a guide to parenting. It was in the pile of books she hoarded at the storage room that she never read as she thought it was useless. She just picked it up from a traveling merchant as her interest was picked by the title. ‘A Guide to Raising Hobbits.’ She thought it was funny that’s why she brought it, that was the time where the drive to pursue knowledge and magic was at peak. And her drive to pursue such worldly magic and knowledge, she stumbles upon the forbiddens lines.

Yet another fantasy Prologue Legora, the largest capital city in the world. Once one of nine, now there are four. We had lost five cities in the great calamity. Creatures from god knows where poured in from a tear in the earth. A dimensional tear in space and time the men of science called it, but really who the fuck knows? All I know is they were bigger, stronger, looked nothing like us and they outnumbered us hundred to one.

I felt stupid enough to apologize to him tomorrow and bring him a cookie. A flood of nonsense hit first: roleplay forums; romance book rec lists that looked suspiciously like my browsing history from lonely winters; wikis that read like teenagers high on Mountain Dew had built them at three in the morning. I dug harder, forcing my way past fanfic to the kind of folklore sites with ugly fonts and long paragraphs.

Gregory held Willow's hand as they walked to the door together. Once outside, Willow threw his hand out of hers and began to run. She needed to get away from him. This was all some kind of misunderstanding. She is Willow Winter, the once famous miracle child, orphan girl that hustles her way through life. She did not need a hand out or a knight in shining armour. Marriage is a big step, Willow still believed in fairytales. She still thought about the love her parents shared. She was apart of a fairytale until fate took them away.

CAST OF CHARACTERS Jake Fowler Matt Wayne Gabriel Howard Nicole Parsons Ryan Fowler Julia Wayne Cole Robert Fowler Elizabeth Fowler Maria Howard Henry Crawford The librarian The Security guard and Apophis the demonic serpent god All characters, products and locations depicted in this literal set are fictitious, forged from the author's imagination ergo any similarity to actual persons living or dead is totally coincidental. Hi there, Did you enjoy the story? The story was actually written during the weekto 2020's Halloween, with a chapter representing each day and as you've noticed the culmination to the Oktoberfest event.

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.

“On the first day when I had asked to assess your knowledge I had put sentences up on the board. They were from a Latin version of Dante’s Inferno…” The whole class groaned without me finishing. “…but I’m not that mean. I won’t assign that as reading. Instead, I am going to have you read The Hobbit.” As I finished off passing Risa her paper, I grabbed the stack of books in the back of the class. Handing them out as I made my way back to the front, I set the two extra on my desk. Turning back, I could see them riffling through the pages since this version also had drawings in them.