Joel's Final Fan Fiction

I need to preface this fanfiction stating- I do not own the rights nor anything else related to the Twin Peaks television series. 

I do however love it, and have seen it countless times so please let me know what you think about the below!

As the sun rises slowly over the redwoods surrounding Twin Peaks, the mist sinks deeper into the town's rich earth. It is here that the esoteric reigns supreme, and where secrets lay beneath each of the fallen pinecones that litter the forest. 

Agent Dale cooper has arrived to investigate the appearance of a local girl washed ashore, shrouded in a polyethylene wrapper in a town where littering is not commonplace.
The sleepy-eyed special agent alights from a newly polished silver bullet of a greyhound announcing into his pocket Dictaphone, a message for his personal assistant:
"Diane, it is 6.38am and I have, after a lengthy and arduous journey found myself in Twin Peaks," Pausing, he scans the town to take in it's beauty and gauge the quality of the architecture before continuing; "The air here is pine-needly fresh with a tang of newly turned earth, a fresh cup of Joe calls to me and my fingers stay crossed, that it’s flavour is on the level of deliciousness the air surrounding me has reached."
He returns the loan of the Dictaphone back to his ever-faithful friend his pocket and in no particular hurry, with his chin high and grin wide, lends his gravity forward through the streets in search of a warm and caffeinated beverage.

The Double R Diner finds Norma putting the finishing touches on the day’s pie, spooning freshly brewed berry compote into dishes to cool. A stainless pot shakes momentarily, indicating the coffee’s readiness to be drunk.

The two scents meld into a sweet steamy entrance curtain through which Agent Cooper passes on his way to the counter.

Norma, spotting the entrance of the well-kept stranger, acknowledges his entry with a toothy "Good morning to you sir, what might you be looking for this early?”
Coop, in his ever polite fashion, is now itching for that first coffee for the day yet as ever, manages politeness with ease, "Why thank you Ma’am, it is a sample of your finest cup of Joe that I am in search of."
Norma leans away from the counter without averting her gaze from the eyes of the Agent and breaks the thermos’ seal, pouring it’s first offering for the day.
"What might bring you to Twin Peaks Mr...?"
"Special Agent Dale Cooper at your service, Mrs...?"
"Mrs. Norma Jennings, owner of the Double R Diner."
"Might I say Mrs. Norma Jennings, that this here is one of the finest diners that I've seen in some time. A joy to behold."
Norma hesitates a smile before her response, "Thank you sir, might you be in town for long?"
"I sincerely hope not Norma, in this line of work the shorter in a place the better."
"Oh?"
"Tis a sad case when an agent has too much time in one location, it is representative of the solving of the issue taking too long."
"Well then," A downwards gaze and a flicking of apron, "May your visit be speedy, and your coffee be acceptable Agent Cooper."
"I would find it impossible to believe it would be anything less than, thank you Norma."
Gripping the tall white mug with both hands, Agent Cooper brings the steaming coffee to his mouth. He sips, shut-eyed, and declares: "Now that is one very fine coffee indeed!" to nobody in particular, continuing on to sit in a large ten-berth booth.

Seated, Coop produces a dossier, and with his mug in one hand and a page in his other, is surrounded by an incredibly large space unfit for a man on his own.

Like his seat at the booth, the sole Federal Agent on the case is merely one soul in a town with a population count of just fifty thousand, to solve the riddle that is the death of Laura Palmer.

Coop, Having read the first of many pages on the case, reclines into the supple pleather, closes his eyes, and drifts into slumber.

The agent approaches the water’s edge,

A blue-grey mist gorges on the town’s streets, seeping from the roots of the redwoods, whose movements reach him through the thickness and echo in his mind.

An apparition appears: a woman cloaked in black.

Arms spread open as though calling for an embrace.

Her face covered by sheer silk.

Her feet touch not the water’s surface, but the air between.

Her wake is a warped reflection of reality.

Her face reflected, is a dreadful and shifting caricature.

A nefarious other, in the presence of she.

Her approach does not quicken.

The distance between them closes not.

Coop tries to ask her: “Who is the dead? What lies between? Who is the other?” but his vocal chords fail to ignite. His body succumbs to the pressures of gravity, slumping into the water-smoothed pebbles on the shore.

His head, like the appendages he remembers as his arms and legs, hang low and motionless.

His mind calls out “LAURA!”

Her reply is abandonment.

She turns and is speedily lost, fading into the heaving fog.

A broom from under the table he is leant over knocks a foot, waking him.

The Agent, once upright and free of the brooms person, records a note home: “Diane, I have been proffered a vision I believe shows there is more to this case than a dead girl in plastic. I will keenly search for what this is, though I believe further meditation on the matter is in order.”

He abruptly leaves the diner, his destination the pebbly crime-scene on the lake.

Again there will be a woman, though not moving.

She will be shrouded, though not in black.

He will have questions, and again they will remain unanswered.

Adam's Final Fan Fiction

Hi guys, welcome to my fan fiction. My name is Adam and I don’t own anything expect for my laptop which is used to write this piece of work. This is my first fan fiction story, I have spent some time to sort out the story line of my story “Thor2, The memories of past and now”. So please try to enjoy it and you are welcome to comment some feed backs which I can use to improve this fan fiction story.

(Story set after Thor the movie, what will happen after next?)

This will be the fisrt chapter of my Thor fan fiction, ( Memories ).

Today is an honorable day for the Asgardians, people celebrating their good king “Thor’s” tenth anniversary of being the king of Asgard. Loud as ever, drinking wines and feasting on foods on long tables around Thor. He is very happy, smiling with big grins on his face. As today, is also the day that the Bifrost Bridge begins to operate again.

Since Loki’s betrayal, our great king “Odin”  has passed the crown to his beloved son “Thor” due to his illness. It has been ten years, memories have become blurry and images within Thor’s mind have fainted through the pass of time, it has been a long time since Thor said his last farewell to Jane. All that he could remember from the past few years was hell, demons with fire around its body, its burning eyes looks as heartless as the dark elves that rains their arrow upon our city, and as cold as the frost giants who strikes their ice-spears into our brethrens’ heart.

Two years after Loki’s betrayal, Thor thought he has lost his beloved brother Loki forever. Who has fallen into the deep space with the broken pieces of Bifrost Bridge, which was shattered by his almighty hammer “Miolnir”.

 At a time of feasting, Odin, Thor and the rest of guardians felt their tables shaking, roaring sounds of some kind drawing near from the shattered Bifrost Bridge. Everyone stopped for a moment, while Thor makes his way to the balcony. He was shocked from what he has seen with his own eyes, standing still for a few moments, looking stunned. He then turns around and alerted everyone in the chamber that they are under some kind of invasion.

Odin, our king. On his walk to Thor, he seems to look very serious as some familiar feelings have come to his heart. Once he walked next to Thor, he knew what was going to happen next and what were they after, when he saw his old enemy “Hela” ruler of Hel. Riding on top of his hell horse, with flames like Sun burning around its body, as for Hela himself, carrying nothing but the deadly blue flames surrounded on his hair, leading armies of thousands followed by the burning steps of his mount. Odin then uses he great power to warns the Asgardians and locks all gates from the outer city of Asgard, keeping the villains from entering. He then calls upon his mighty spear and uses his power to send out signals to his allies, the Light elves from Alfheim, dwarves from Nidavellir and Asgardian's sister race from Vanaheim for support. Those were the three realms within the world tree “Yggdrasil” that has allied with Asgard, it was formed to drive Hela back into Hel from Midgard, which mortals call it Earth. Long before king Laufey, the frost giants.

Suddenly now, silenced for a moment. Grounds have stopped shacking, as if time has stopped itself. It has given our young prince the time to break out from the startle, as the great war of Asgard is about to begin. Hela have stopped the march by stopping his mount, just one step over the Bifrost Bridge, facing the outer city gate of Asgard. He uses his power to increase his volume and announced “my old friend Odin, I have come to take what belongs to me and my long sweet revenge from you and your people”. Thor did not take this taunt very well, he calls forward his mighty hammer and raged his way down in front of the outer gate. 

Now, standing face to face with the ruler of Hel. Deep in Thor’s heart, he knew now why his father has signaled for supports. From the top of castle, Hela seems to be normal sized as the rest when Thor was looking down from the balcony. Standing in front of him, a horse, double the size of normal, covered with fire, staring at Thor with its glowing red eyes. Riding on top is Hela, a muscular old man, bigger than king Laufey, wearing only broken fabrics around his waist. But Thor did not back down, he lifted his hammer and calls upon thunders, charging his Mjolnir with powers ready to attack. Hela was not feared by Thor’s little ability, sitting still on top of his mount, as if he is asking for Thor’s thunder bolt. Just before Thor make his move, Loki walked from the shadows behind Hela, greets his brother with an surprise attack. He launched a ice-lance covered with dark magic which he learnt from the dark elves, striking Thor’s chest, leaving his defenselesss on the ground, Just before Thor closes his eyes, half absent from his mind, everything has become clear in his mind. It was loki, his beloved brother...back for his evil revenge.....TO BE CONTINUED!

Joel's Fan Fiction draft

Not yet a draft but an idea of what I will be writing about.
The short will be based on the Agent Cooper character of the Twin Peaks series, and may include verbal cassette diary entries to his secretary Diane as per the program, along with traditional narrative.
As yet undecided on exactly where and in what part of the plot I will enter into the universe, some reminder watching may well be in order!

Enter scene in the Double R Diner, Coop orders a long cup of Joe, black and aromatic as ever from Shelly Johnson. She perhaps offers today's pie still steaming from the oven.
Coop declines, until Norma comes through with some freshly whipped cream before leaving on her regular meals on wheels route.
Coop, sitting in a corner booth much larger than needed for his party of one, is speaking to Diane into the microphone, recalling an odd dream of Audrey Horne in the place of Laura Palmer, small waves from the lake lapping onto the plastic in which she is wrapped in.
Floating above the steamy surface of the lake, toes painted red leaving a wake, and a break in the steam in which he reflection is warped. Warped to create some sense of abnormality, describe image in a manner that brings terror, or perhaps a feeling a little more subtle.
He hypothesizes that there is some form of danger related to the girl, and post recording surmises there is in fact something wrong, a dangerous palpable tension in the air.
Without actually alluding to Audrey's infatuation with Coop, somehow through the depiction of the dream show that she is, and he is, becoming unintentionally involved. I do not wish to develop this idea further, as there are plenty of references to this in the original series, but think it could be an interesting piece of prose.

Perhaps start with the offer of pie, then recollection into microphone, then after some period of reflection on this, ask Norma/Shelly for a piece after all.

As the sun rises slowly but surely over the redwoods surrounding Twin Peaks, the mist begins to shrink, lower and deeper into the town's rich earth. It is here in Twin Peaks that the esoteric reigns supreme, and where a secret lies beneath each fallen pine cone that litters the forest. 
Special Agent Dale Cooper has arrived on this autumn morning to investigate the appearance of a local girl who was shrouded in a polyethylene wrapper, and discarded as a diabetic would a candy bar having purchased and thought the better. She has washed up on the shores of the lake, and is creating quite the commotion in this normally slow paced, comfortable town.
It is this very morning a grey-eyed special agent alights from a newly polished silver bullet of a greyhound.

Into his pocket dictaphone, Coop records a message for his personal assistant:
"Diane, it is 6.38am and I have, after a lengthy and arduous journey found myself at my destination," The agent pauses to scan the township of Twin Peaks, to take in it's beauty and gauge the quality of the 1930's architecture before continuing; "It seems that this onerous journey was all the worth it, this town's beauty is something else, and I feel although working on a mission, that this place is just the ticket to rejuvenate my soul of it's city life's languor. My first move before visiting the crime scene, will be to enjoy my first cup of joe. I sincerely hope that it will meet the level of deliciousness that the view before me brings."
Coop returns the loan of the dictaphone back to his ever faithful friend his pocket and in no particular hurry, with his chin high and grin wide, lends his gravity through the streets in search of a warm and caffeinated beverage.

A few blocks South West in the Double'R'Diner, Norma and Shelly are considering the day's pie options, wondering if there should be a sweet version, sweet version and sweet version, or perhaps; sweet, sweet, and a savory version.
They opt for the former, Shelly rolling the pastry while norma works on reduction of the cherry, blueberry and berry berry compotes for the fillers.
A rattling of the lids of pots a bubbling welcomes Agent Cooper into the Diner with a honeyed aroma steaming in the direction of his entry.
Norma, spotting the entrance of the handsome stranger in a trench coat, acknowledges his entry- "Good mornin', might you be interested in one of our famous breakfast stacks?" Shelly to the rear of the kitchen leans/lends(?) her face towards this first customer of the day to inspect the newcomer with a shy smile.
"Why thank you Ma'am," Coop, in his ever polite fashion, is now itching for that first coffee for the day and manages politeness
"Norma, please."
"Why thank you Norma, I would be delighted to try this stack of yours at another time but this morning my stop is brief, it is a sample of your finest cup of joe that I am in need of."
"Shelly," Norma leans away from the counter without averting her gaze from the eyes of the Agent, "A big good morning cup of our finest for the gentleman here."
"Of course Norma." Chirpy as ever, Shelly breaks the seal of the thermo for the day.
"What might bring you to Twin Peaks Mr...?"
"Special Agent Dale Cooper at your service, Mrs...?"
"Mrs Norma Jennings, owner of the Double R Diner."
"Might I say Mrs Norma Jennings, that this here is one of the finest diners that I've seen in some time. A joy to behold."
Norma hesitates before her response, and is now grinning through her eyes at the formality he is using "Thank you sir, might you be in town for long?"
"I sincerely hope not Norma, in my line of work the shorter in a place the better."
"Oh?"
"Tis a sad case when an agent has too much time in one location, it is representative of the solving of the issue taking too long."
"Well then," A downward/s gaze and flicking of (her) apron, "May your visit be speedy, and your coffee be acceptable Agent Cooper."
"From my impressions of you diner thus far Norma, I would find it impossible to believe it would be anything less than. Thank you."
Gripping the tall white mug with both hands, Agent Cooper brings the steaming coffee to his face, with eyes closing in unison with his hands approach. Still shut-eyed, Coop takes a tentative sip before declaring: "Now that is one very fine coffee indeed!" to nobody in particular, then continues into the large 10 berth booth towards the front of the diner.

It is here that Coop produces a case dossier, sitting with one/a mug in one hand, one/a page in his second hand, surrounded by an incredibly large space unfit for a man on his own. It is as this comparison that The Special Agent is walking into Twin Peaks for (while?) the investigation (ing) this murder, one man in a colossal town, with a population count of just fifty-thousand.
After finishing his cup, he reclines into the red leather of the booth and closes his eyes to catch some well needed rest for just a moment.

A heavy mist envelopes the town, gorging on the town's streets and buildings. It seeps from the depths of the forest, where those in between worlds exist for their own reasons.
The lake in front of Agent Dale Cooper speeds wide and glass like, partially viewable through the fog that is rolling ever closer.
The image of a woman comes to Dale's mind, floating above the surface, with arms spread open as though calling an embrace. She is in a sheer mourning dress, bridal in cut, and touches not the water below her.
The Agent attempts to see through her veil, but nothing is clear. The closest to understanding her impression comes in the form of a wake-moddled reflection of her face. It seems to be frightened, perhaps not for herself, her eyes depict a disconnection from that which she means to warn of.
Cooper feebly tries to get up from the pebbly shore only to crash back where his useless legs have bought him to. He wishes for her to arrive, to find him and offer those condolences, but her approach does not seem to lessen in distance. He cries out "Laura!?", and finds the ghostly figure turning to abandon him. He is transfixed on the space between her soil covered bare toes and the water's surface, unable to move his deadweight appendages he remembers as his arms and legs. 

Perhaps at this stage of the story, incorporate some part of Cooper's beginning of study of Steiner's Anthoposophy, and let him 'fall' into a moment of contemplative rest before being approached with the vision, maybe not of Audrey as mentioned above in the initial planning stages (i.e scratch love interest from the FF), but of Laura Palmer, who has been murdered. Create some tension through description of the warped reflection still, add some sound effects into the recollection/description of the image that reaches him.

Fadak's final fan fiction. =-)

He couldn’t see past my skin colour, he was so sure I was one of them. He was blind and couldn’t see me anymore. Even though I loved him, admired him! Adored him! Every emotion within my soul moved for him. He was the wind to my emotional sea. Yet his words attacked my soul savagely, he spoke against people who shared my skin colour. They are like me, and I am like them. I couldn’t deny my past, I couldn’t deny my whiteness, I couldn’t deny who I am!

I loved Malcolm, yet I hated his words. His words resembled the passion, the obsession that ignited within his soul. The words he spoke could do so much change. He was a threat. This love and hate for Malcolm needed to stop, it needed to end… There was no other way...

I watched him grow over the years, I watched him accumulate strength with every follower. They were like ants; black, hardworking and together they were peerless. I watched from a distance without him knowing. It has been 13 years without his presence in my white life, 13 years and I’ve felt the need to know what happened of him now… I missed him; I missed the face, the hands, the charm, intelligence… The list is endless… though I felt over-shadowed by his over-powering persona; he was certainly the only man I ever loved truthfully…

When Malcolm spoke they froze, they listened, and I saw their spirits waking, their throats clearing and their voices rising. They broke their own chains just by realising their true identity and value. They dropped the heavy shackles as they streamed on a road to freedom and equity. Men or woman, young or old, Malcolm woke them up. He dusted their past away, the same way you dust dark mahogany.

I saw it the same way any other white man did; he was one man with too much power but he wasn’t white. So no pedal stool was placed below him, and no one raised him up to victory. He did the hard yards and climbed his own Everest.

I planned to kill him. I planned to plant 20 bullets in his heart, to express my love and animosity. I had my mind set and my gun polished, but I wasn’t going to do it myself. It had to be one of them, and I was to pay him the price he asked. Killing Malcolm X was no easy mission. It was hard; it was hard to kill such a cultured and sophisticated man. It was almost, like crushing a diamond into many, many pieces.

He wasn’t the only one we were crushing though… You see Malcolm wasn’t the wind to my sea only; he was the hurricane to those angry black spirits that followed him. He controlled their movement, how fast, how slow, the depth and length. He controlled it all; even the enemies who loved him yet despised him at the same time.

The street boy I once knew was no street boy now… He was untouchable to me and that I couldn’t abide, all I ever wanted was to be in his divine presence…

“Malcolm” I said with a loud staunch tone, I thought I’d surprise him.

“Ella? Is that you?” He was almost scared, not scared of me. But the memories he might relive when he sees me.

“Yes, it’s me Malcolm. It’s Ella. I’ve missed you.” He knew that it meant I hate you for leaving me all those years. I didn’t have to say it; it was said by my angry tears that invaded my withered face. He looked youthful as always, not much about him has changed physically.

He looked at me like a guilty child, like someone who expected compassion, something I wasn’t going to give this time. I wanted to hold him though.

“I… I… I’m sorry Ella, I really am.” I know those words meant nothing, I knew he still thought of me as the naïve little woman that once showered him with affection and respect. 

“It’s okay Malcolm” he stepped towards me; I was still much smaller than him. He looked me in the eye as he stroked my cheek. At that very moment I knew I was ready to let go.

The two men I hired knew exactly when to fire.

Julia's Final Fan Fiction

This is my first fan fiction. Hope you guys enjoy reading :)

I don’t own Skyrim or The Elder scrolls

I returned back to the guild to get my reward after successfully completing the Nazir’s contract.

As I walked down on the stairs, Astrid was standing besides the stone table as usual. She seemed quite concerned about the new problem happening around the guild, the Night mother’s listener.

“Ah…now you’re back…This is going to be a long conversation”

“This isn’t just about the Night Mother; I don’t know what she is up to about the guild. However I sense that this opportunity will grant us the honor and glory which the clan hasn’t had for centuries. But don’t misunderstand; I am still the leader of the Dark Brotherhood. You are going to start working on Night Mother’s plan and also you must work under my command as well.”

“Understood”

Astrid became more confident than before the conversation.

“Good! Then let me get to the main point. I want you to do something for the guild. There is a public wedding held in the castle of Solitude. I want you to go there and assassinate Victoria Vicci, the Emperor’s cousin. I will give you a bonus cut if you succeed to kill Victoria during her public speech on the balcony.”

I remained silence.

“It would be a lovely affair. You’ll mingle with some guests, eat some cakes…stab the bride…and they will say the romance is dead”

This is going to be a great chance to nail my name in the guild.

“As you wish”

As soon as I arrived to the castle of Solitude, I could hear loud noises coming out from the Temple of the Divines. I walked towards to the crowd, kept an eye on their movements. I could clearly notice two guards standing on the left gate. I looked around the place and carefully started to choose a best spot to kill her. The small lookout on the left rear wall of the castle caught my eyes. That place would be the best place to aim her with my bow and escape after the assassination.

I moved quietly among the crowds and entered the door. As I got to the top of the stairs, there were few arrows and an archery potion under my foot.

I sat down, drank the bottle of potion, took out my bow, and pulled the string

The bride and the groom entered the door that leads to the balcony. They came out of the other door and stood on the balcony.

“My husband Aesgir and I give thanks to you for participating our wedding. We appreciate your love to us”

I slowly aimed to her neck. But I was afraid to shoot; the place where I was hiding was directly opposite side of the balcony. If I shoot her, the groom will notice me

As I was hesitating to shoot because of my cover, she finished her speech and both the bride and the groom went down.

I lost my chance to earn the bonus but I know my own safety is worth more than the bonus.

As they returned back to the seat, I knew that this is going to be the last chance.

I pulled my arrow, aimed towards her neck and patiently waited until she sat still.

My heart was bumping fast like a Dwarven Pumps

Patience is the best weapon I reminded myself

I finally let the arrow go. A deadly shot hit the target. I killed with one shot

Her body fell down to the ground. The crowd started panicking.

It was lucky that I’ve killed her with one shot but there’s no time to enjoy the mood. If I don’t hurry myself it would be a meaningless victory.

“Victoria! No!”

The groom cried out

“The bride has been murdered!”

“Somebody help!”

The crowds went mad and they started to search the assassin. I had to find the way out before I get caught by guard.

Suddenly, I heard someone’s footstep coming towards me.

It was my companion from the guild.

“Astrid ordered me to keep an eye on you. I guess you could use my help to ex-filtrate.”

He smiled

“I’ll try to hold them off as best as I can. You go back to the Sanctuary!”

He went down to the quad again. I could hear him fight against the guards.

I changed my shoes to muffle and drank an instant invisible potion to escape.

I sat down quietly, moved down to left corner of the quad along the corridor to get into the temple.

Fortunately, no one noticed me getting inside the temple. I began to notice my hands sweating like an overcooked cheese wheel.

I looked around and found a stairs leading outside of the castle. I quickly sprinted and got out of the castle. Soon after, I journeyed back to the Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary.

Joon's final fan fiction

hey guys, i feel you will be disappointed reading this saying 'what the heck are you talking about?"
well, this is about time travel and the paradox that lies within the theory. Starts off with doubtful things about our existence and faiths and so on, and i really dont mean to offend any religious belief or faith, so hope you dont get too upset about some of the religiously related passages. my writing may lack for linking passages, because once i had finished writing this, i saw 2300words appear on my word count number, so i had to cut down more than a half the words..


Time Travel Fan Fiction                                                                                                                            Back to the Earths(Paradox)

Born from nothing. Nothing, as in the state of the absence of even the smallest element. That is… of course within the boundaries of the laws of physics that we would recall on every unexplainable phenomena.

“So, what was the ‘Nothing’ that was the very first ‘Something’ in the very beginning of all matter?”

Everything has a reason for its existence. Even the most insignificant matter would contribute to the cycle of the nature. Although, the contribution might be so little that hardly anything could ever recognise its value, it is still sharing a certain common sense of whatever is relevant to.

The reason I am able to state such a deliriously sounding idea, is because the knowledge that we, humans, have been accumulating are not the only way to verify everything in this world. There is just too much more information that we cannot even think of becoming curious about. And evolution also has been a constant interference to many of the perfect answers in the past, and is still interfering even at this very moment.

“So, what are you referring to anyway? What is this all about?”
“Anger, it is. Anger, the parasite, that breathes all around us… It retrieves polluted minds. Regrets, curiosity, disbelief, desire, blindness, hate, and loss of innocence.”

We have seen the look of our Planet Earth on televisions and computer screens. On July the 20^th, 1969, Neil Armstrong first landed on the Moon as the representative of the human race. And I remember the majority of the scientists saying that..

"We went to discover the Moon and there, we discovered the Planet Earth.”

Maybe, there is a reasonable motive that our instincts always seem to desire for seeking the unknown, but only from a safe distance. That is why, we are eager to know the formation of the Universe, or whatever you would call that ‘Matter’, then, we will have the ability to visualise ourselves in virtual terms. However, we are too constrained to see that far from here and the ‘Time’ would not let anything into its already flown past. The ‘Time’, Heraclitus, a famous Greek philosopher, once said, is like the river, that “you cannot step in the same river twice.” Or else, time could also be just like fate, that it is already in place and we are only taking parts in a very tiny amount of space.

I would say they are both wrong.

Time is ‘Flexibility’ in another term. It can be expanded or restrained like a rubber band on account to the subject, which the acceptance of individuals on a particular period would vary in consideration of the individuals' experiences, backgrounds, personalities, and even physical appearances. Therefore, measuring time in the universal sense would be just impossible, at least to satisfy every individual at the same 'Time'.

“How long does it normally take for you to have a lunch? How long would you say is an adequate amount of time to have a proper meal on your own?”

What we need to recognise is that such a word as the universality should be treated differently from the word, majority. So, after all, the so called universal time measure words as seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades, and centuries are meant to be the standard for nobody!

 “You sound a little angry…”
“Yes, I am. I am angry, because the 'Time' has never been a flexible figure.”

“What if it were? What difference does it make to you?”
“I have a tumour. It polluted my mind, and I want to go back to fix this evilness. The evilness that let myself seek for something that I will never get the answers for, forever. All I ever wanted was to feel sympathy with others. Now that I am not spongy as I was, that I only fear the heterogeneity among others, and that I no longer hope for super powers… I will from now only let decades pass by, become old and sick, and die to be labelled as a ‘Nothing’. No obsession for achievements, but only leaving my indifference to those who ever tried to teach me joy and showed me love. I am now grieving by the mirror for my uselessness, selfishness, egoistic mind, and all the regrets. These are the only friends of mine in this dark corner of the Galaxy. If I could practice the 'Time' even beyond its flexibility... if I could just turn back the time to where I was just..”

"How about it? If you were to turn back the time, what do you think you can change?"
"If I could just travel back to where I was starting to build up this anxiety, I would kill myself at the very moment of the prayer.. Then I would not be where I am now..."

"The prayer? what prayer?"
"The prayer that let me start grow this tumour and made me become vulnerable and as stubborn as I can get... The prayer that told myself that I do not matter to anything in this world..."

"Tell me about yourself. I mean... before you had gotten the tumour."
"There is a young boy. He has been praying since he could start to speak. Despite when, where, what, why, and how, he just keeps praying for the safety and happiness of his family. One night, he was praying just like the other ordinary days. This time he gets up slowly from the damp ground with his eyes still closed, and beats the dirt from both the knees. Looking up to the starry skies, asking no one for the first time, which the question that he already knew the answers to from a long period of time. And he turns, staring at me without fear as if he already knew that I would come back to him for this moment. And I am telling him to finish up the prayer. He would just keep smiling at me as if I could never turn harmful on him."



[Silence keeps whispering for a few moments]

"What happened my friend? What did you see?"
"I think I now can tell the answer to the question. I didn't kill him, or I'd say... I couldn't. It was the 'Time', the 'Something' that created everything. It is not a setup, nor is it the 'Fate' that we have been excused for many years. And it is rather a paradox that nobody is actually going to leave my regrets and disbelief in the death of my doubts. Because, as I was about kill the young boy with the deepest anger of mine at its climax, he said to me..."





"You have come from the future to kill me, but if you had...
where are you going to be?"

Adam's fan fiction draft

I will chose a source from either movie, tv show or ainme. Which would be Thor.

Outline of the story is the love story between Thor and ….(forgot her name) and her granddaughter in Earth.

After Thor had destroy the teleport machine to safe the Ice Giants from extinction which he also destroyed his only way of reaching back to his lover ….. on Earth.

In a blink of an eye, 50 years has passed. The …..(People from Thor’s planet) created a portal that opens a door to any other planet in the universe. After 50 years of  long wait, Thor’s pure love for ….still carries on blah blah blah…..Thro traveled through the portal to Earth to only find his loved … and passed away in her 79^th birthday leaving the world with regrets of not able to meet Thor once again.  ( before Thor found out all that, he mat a girl who looked just like …. Which turns out to be ….’s granddaughter who is interested in this universe and continued her grandmothers legacy )

After …found out who Thor really is, she asked him why he didn’t show up before her grandma has passed. Then Thor started to explain what happened 50 years back.

( This is where introduction ends and starts the story )

After Loki’s betrayal, Kings from other galaxies gathered and united an army of fearless warriors to assault …..( Thor’s planet ). Taking revenge  from Odin, as he has taken all their powerful weapons to keep them from their greedy of conquering from planet to planet, destroying peace in universe.

Within three month of time, sixty thousands fearless  king of ….has passed his crown to Thro to protect and keep peace to their galaxy.

To be continued……

I have taken my time to do some background research about Thor, now that I have all the information needed for my fan fiction. Here is some ideas that I had before I started my FF.

Fifty years after Loki’s betrayal, the Bifrost Bridge has finally been fixed. Thor made his way back to Earth, where he first met Jane Foster at the desert of New Mexico. As Thor walked around the desert, he noticed nothing has changed until he made his way to the town. Where people wear differently, building looks smarter and shiner, vehicles are now floating on air. He walked around the desert and the town, but still couldn’t find the Jane’s lab. So he took his time and went to a burger shop for a big feast. Thor was then taken to the police station as he did not have the money to pay for his burgers, the polices could not find Thor on their personal profile system, which Thor’s dead brain had actual clicked for once. Saying himself as a relative of Jane Foster, which he soon found out that she has passed away in her seventies.

Later in that evening, Thor was taken to Jane’s house. He saw Jane’s granddaughter who looks exactly like Jane, who is also influenced by her grandmother. She carried on with Jane’s aurora borealis type phenomenon study. Thor couldn’t control his feelings and hugged Marry when she opened the door, as she was also attracted to his handsome strong man, just like her grandmother.

Few days later, after Marry has checked the story told by Thor with grandma Lewis ( Jane’s old friend )…..then Thor talked about his past and the time when first met Jane….

After Thor’s story, an evil Dark elf, uses his magic to track Thor since their loss in the great war of Asgard ( in Thor’s past story when he was telling it to Marry). Waiting for the perfect chance to strike him down. The dark elf wonders who Marry is, then read through her memory after on her way back home from lab. Then kidnapped Marry and threatens Thor to drop his mighty hammer a battle for Marry.

In the end Thor retrieved his hammer and used his thunder bolt ability to kill the dark elf.