Homage Stories

This story is an homage/parody of the video game series Sonic the Hedgehog. As such, it all takes place on an alternate Earth -- better known as Immobi. This wicked wild world is home to a variety of anthropomorphic animals, including two 19-year-olds in particular. There's the good-sported, itchy-footed, and quick-witted Umeme Cheetah. Then there's the cocky, carefree, and foolhardy Radi O. Peregrine. The cat and bird are best buds who not only share a brotherly bond, but a need for speed as well. Hence their names (translated in Swahili) these two Immobians wield the power of electrokinesis. Pretty self-explanatory, but they're able to generate high amounts of electricity within their bodies -- allowing them to perform various tricks and techniques. The most prominent being to move at literal lightning speed, as our duo race across the vast African continent -- if not beyond -- in search of thrill and danger. Be it open plains, dense jungles, scorching deserts, or etc. etc. -- these sparking speedsters will certainly be there in a flash. Throughout their adventures, Umeme and Radi will come across various characters -- both friend and foe alike. With their most frequent foes being monstrous entities known as Nightmares. Created from a currently anonymous source, each kind varies from shape and size -- yet shares a common goal to wreak total chaos. While these Nightmares are determined to do so wherever they go, both cheetah and peregrine are determined to stop them in their tracks. So don't blink -- 'cuz if you ever see two streaks speed by, you can bet one hell of a storm's a brewin'.

Wilmuh Tremblerod knew from a young age that she would become the world's greatest playwright. Unfortunately, the world, and her talent (or lack of it) disagreed. Until one day, Linus, a young and relatively untrained muse finds her in a bar and inspires her to great things. Of course, she isn't the person he intended inspiring, but everyone makes mistakes. With the subsequent loss of Linus' powers, Willmuh's ability to write compelling and mesmerising plays runs out of control and an alarming number of people decide that Wilmuh has become some literary god, meaning that her very creativity becomes a danger to the world. When a competition is announced to find the kingdom's greatest entertainers, Wilmuh chooses to use her new-found talents to seal her place in history. But with rival entertainers and people in authority rallying against her, Wilmuh may find it harder to achieve than she first thought, and her troupe of wayward and strange thespians may not be able to stop the world from falling under her accidental-spell. And there are faeries, too. But watch out for them, they're really shady. Contains a gratuitous and shameless parody of a Doctor Who episode. I'm not even sorry.

Festivus time is here! By golly! After an avoidably unfortunate incident involving an unnecessarily large cat, with an odd way of choosing its prey, a lazy ogre, and a decision against getting knees cold, a set of brothers, long since thought gone from the world, set out to bring their itinerant feline home before things get really, really messy. Unfortunately, the Festive Boys can't stop themselves from following their Festivus instincts and the village of Drippings on the Lea have no understanding of what's coming. With a reluctant queen, an even more reluctant witch, who isn't really a witch at all, a permanently confused farmer with a rabid fear of thinking, and a reindeer called Civilolph, who has no idea why he's pulling a haywain, the villagers of Drippings on the Lea attempt to get in on a little Festivus miracle, even if they have to fight for it. Deck the halls, not your neighbours!

part time cool dude part time ghost.... living both worlds! well maybe not living since I'm fucking dead 😐 || NARUTO

There's nothing more dangerous than a book, especially in the wrong hands. And, in this world of magic, wars and an alarming number of self-serving, gratuitously selfish people, there are a lot of wrong hands to take advantage. When the world's foremost mage, Anpound Pudbatter (fresh from a magical accident that had turned him back into a teenager with all the associated raging hormones) meets Gammer Goodhiding, the world's most polite, yet indefinably terrifying witch, and Bindi, a Druid who almost has a filthy mouth, they come together to search for an object that could very well spell the end of the world as they know it. Or change it in ways they cannot imagine. From the intermittently high Mount Pintel, to the vast, unending Library, to the indeterminately located city of Lost Vagueness, where hope, and Coin, go to wallow in despair, to the world's most important, prominent, and tiniest city, the three of them must follow the magical chaos wrought by the presence of the book. And with warlords bent on conquest, thieves out for a quick score and a djinn with a mischievous attention to detail in the way, things may not go quite according to plan. And what, exactly, is the origin of the book? Only The Archivist's All-knowing Almanac knows for sure. A love-letter to the works of Terry Pratchett and Douglas Adams. [Cover created in Canva, using an AI generated image from a stock clip art and text from Logokit]

Rebecca and Fluffy were inseparable. The best of friends. "Best Friends Forever!", they said. Until someone else came along. *Inspired by Steven Universe Cover Illustration by: https://www.instagram.com/pean8butter/

My name is Flak Tartrum. I'm 15 years old and you would not want to be me. First, there's this thing called the lightning curse that's plagued me for nearly all my life, striking lightning down at me everyday. Second, I'm a demigod apparently and that means I live life on the edge. Everyday if I'm not near a hearth, I could get attacked by monsters any time and I've got the battle scars to prove it. Lastly, you remember what I said about the lightning curse? Yeah, it got worse. Much, much worse. -------------------------- So, I started rereading Rick Riordan's books. My favorite's Magnus Chase but I know more about greek gods than norse so here it is. All inspired, I consider it a homage. I wouldn't say it's a ripoff. Might go on a writing craze sometime.

A free tribute to the master of romantic thrillers that brought us one of the greatest cult sensation hits. Resulting in spawning its own sequel only made possible by the twisted desire of its followers and creator. This is simply a fan fictional story about what possibly led to the attacks in the Birdemic movies.

"Are sure you want to?" I say with a smirk hoping for him to say yes. He gets close to me and smirks, "Baby i've al-" found out to see what he sees and what happens ;)

Join me on an expose of three alter egos, in the style of Washington Irving.

My poems about love, farewell, nostalgia, and solitude.

The lost chapters of the Lil Soniq epic: Sonic's Ultimate Harem, written by a loyal and die-hard fan and writing apprentice.

Recently listened to a Mystic Messenger track called "I am the Strongest" and while listening I thought in my mind, huh this could kinda work for a certain bluenette terrifying cinnamon roll we all know. So here it is, an Assassination Classroom based songfic and walkthrough of Nagisa Shiota's character arc. P.S might be kinda shitty since it's pretty much an abstract blurb in my mind. Also duh trigger warnings for physical and psychological abuse(we're all looking at you Hiromi), mentions and images of death, blood, gore, violence, and nods to intrusive thoughts of the violent variety.

Henshin inspired short story There are those who fight the monsters and those who become them in the aftemath. Having a taste for it, taking things out of this world and gathering power. This is the story of a boy who protected his world, haunted by what he did. His power allowing him to be anything if he took it's life, but his actions spoke chillingly. Dammed him and doom the world to fall under his rule.

[ Heartfelt homage to to the immortal soul of Rabindranath Tagore