Category: fanfic

A piece of Alfredian fanfiction published under the pseudonym of Scarlett Inkwell. Once upon a time, in a far-off land, there was a young girl named Maeve. She was a talented artist, with a passion for all things creative and beautiful. She had long, curly red hair that cascaded down her back, and bright green eyes that sparkled with mischief. One day, Maeve was wandering through the forest, gathering flowers and leaves to use in her latest painting, when she stumbled upon a group of men dressed in strange, ancient clothing. They were gathered around a tall, imposing man with a crown on his head, who was speaking in a language Maeve had never heard before. Intrigued, Maeve crept closer, until she was close enough to hear …

The Redheaded Artist and the King’s Lessons Read more »

A first person Alfredian fanfiction written by Yonit Mishor. As a great king, I have always known the importance of learning from the wisdom of one’s elders. One day, I sat down with my son Edward and began to tell him about the meaning of the Ogham symbol “Ura,” which represents patience and endurance. I explained to him that patience and endurance are two of the most important virtues that a king can possess. Edward was a young boy at the time, and he struggled to understand the importance of these virtues. But I knew that he would one day understand the value of patience and endurance, and so I continued to teach him about the importance of these qualities. As I spoke, I noticed the Jewish …

Alfred’s Legacy Read more »

昔々、日本の海には美しい人魚が住んでいました。その人魚は、藍色の髪と真珠のような肌を持ち、歌うことが得意でした。人魚は、海中の美しい音楽を奏でることで、多くの人々を魅了しました。 ある日、人魚は海岸に近づき、偶然にも若い漁師に出会いました。漁師は、人魚の美しさに驚き、彼女を捕らえようとしました。しかし、人魚はすばやく逃げ出し、漁師が手に入れたのは、彼女の鱗の一枚だけでした。 その鱗を手にした漁師は、不思議な力を感じました。彼は、その鱗を使って、大漁を獲ることができました。しかし、人魚の鱗を手に入れた代償として、彼の漁業は次第に衰えていきました。 ある夜、漁師は再び人魚に出会いました。彼女は漁師に、自分の鱗を返してほしいと懇願しました。漁師は、人魚の美しさと歌声に魅了され、鱗を返すことにしました。 人魚は喜び、漁師にお礼を述べるために、美しい歌を歌いました。その歌声は、海に響き渡り、人々を幸せにしました。以来、漁師たちは、人魚に対して敬意を表し、彼女たちを大切に扱うようになったと言われています。 そして、今もなお、日本の海には美しい人魚が住んでいます。 In a rough translation: The MermaidOnce upon a time, a beautiful mermaid lived in the seas of Japan. The mermaid had indigo hair and pearly skin and was good at singing. The mermaid attracted many people with her beautiful underwater music. One day, the mermaid approached the shore and happened to meet a young fisherman. The fisherman was amazed by the mermaid’s beauty and tried to capture her. However, the mermaid quickly escaped and the fisherman obtained only one of her scales. With the scales in his hands, the fisherman felt a strange power. He was able to use the scales to catch a great catch. However, the price for acquiring the mermaid’s scales was that his fishing business gradually declined. …

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Recently, I found this personal narrative that depicts a 15-year-old French girl’s experience with depression and how writing fanfiction has helped her cope with her mental health struggles. Republished with the author’s permission.

A Swedish fanfic about King Alfred, written by amazinguwu Alfred går genom biblioteket. De flesta av böckerna och texterna här är ovärderliga. Prästerna har lagt ner hundratals timmar på att skriva, illustrera och binda dessa böcker. Att ha tillgång till dem, att ens kunna förstå dem är ett privilegium som få har. En dag önskar han att fler hade tillgång till dem, om än bara för att sprida Guds ord. Om någon timme, när solen satt sig, så skulle Iseult komma. Hon hade bett om att få se hans böcker. Han var maktlös till att säga nej. Vilken man kunde se ett sådant ansikte, en sådan själ och neka en så liten begäran. Han vet om att Iseult kan mycket om runor eftersom hon är en trollkvinna. …

To becume þin rice Read more »

A Spanish King Alfred fanfiction, written by corasketches Cálida, era la única palabra que encontraba Alfred para describir la sonrisa de la chica, tan cálida como el sol que sale por el este al amanecer, iluminando todo lo que consigue a su vasta extensión. De esa manera sentía que la sonrisa de Abigail iluminaba cada habitación en la que ponía pie, caminando con gracia y delicadeza como si flotara por el suelo cuando avanzaba. Tuvo que contenerse a sí mismo para no continuar mirándola y volvió en ese instante los ojos al libro que yacía frente a él. Era la hora en la que ambos estudiaban todos los días, vigilados por un tutor que les explicaba historia y geografía, a veces también les hablaba de Dios. El …

Alfred y Abigail: Dos secretos Read more »