Posts Tagged ‘fanfic’
Nov 20, 2019
The Flash: A Body Horror Time Travel Crime Thriller (Fan Fiction)

The Screaming Horror Flash

The Flash: A Body Horror Time Travel Crime Thriller (Fan Fiction)
By Chongchen Saelee

My idea for how to do The Flash for the big screen. It would be a mix between Hellraiser, The Time Machine, and Altered States.

The basic premise is that Barry Allen is a crime scene investigator who can’t get over the death of his wife having found her skinned when he shows up by chance at a crime scene. So he makes a deal with The Devil in an attempt to bring his wife back to life. Of course, shit goes to hell when he’s working in the lab and is struck by red lightning, the building burns down, and his body disappears. Everyone assumes he’s dead. (more…)

Jun 25, 2018
Fanfic: Batman and Joker Catch a Train

Batman and Joker Catch a Train
A Fan-fiction By Chongchen Saelee

It’s near sunset in Gotham City and at Gotham Train Station, the miserable Gotham citizen rat passengers were scurrying on and off the grimy, rusted, piss-stench cars, just getting off of work or headed to work, going home, dropping off the molly, off to see a cheap hooker or two, the usual.

Gotham was never a quiet, peaceful city. The cold, dry, midnight blue air always seemed to be filled with gunfire, police car sirens, some pimp and his whores arguing about money, babies crying, and doors slamming in shadows where doors couldn’t possibly exist.

There was a commotion in one of the rear cars of the high-speed train, and as usual, Gotham City Police Department would respond late or not at all, even if someone was bleeding to death and the police dispatch center lit up with calls. As the sun finally turned dark purple and crept into the dark horizon of Gotham’s cityscape, the crowd was murmuring and surrounding a colorful scene in that rear car.

The music started, blasting from some crudely duct-taped smartphones attached to amplifiers, and the sound of kazoos and exploding party poppers filled the crowded car as the train screeched into motion. And from within the mass of Gotham passenger rats came a distinctive, falsetto, almost hawk squawking laughter, a purple suited, white face-painted clown, with green unkept hair, and a smile that seemed permanently fixed to his plasticky face. He was juggling, doing pratfalls, telling humorous raunchy jokes, and was so charming, even the dripping snot-nosed children with the dirt smeared faces were laughing their little faces off, tugging their tired disheveled mother’s coats for a quarter to give to the clown.
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