(This is a copy of an original post from my fanfiction days. I have left it as it was, so you can see how things change. I marked this up for html but everything is exactly the way it was posted in 1997.)
Marell Moore (Nomoore114@AOL.COM) Tue, 17 Jun 1997 15:19:13 -0400
I posted a small bit of humor to the list over a year ago...after one of them all nighters where nothing, but nothing went right....so here I am....a hundred and some odd pages into a full blown novel and I am so damned tired of freakin' reference books...here is just a bit of humor to lighten my shall we say sanity.
as always..........m
by mhm
The next in a very long night of fuck-ups hit the trash can, rolled around the edge and then unceramoniously, fell to the floor. The woman sat on the bed and dropped her head into her hands. For a split minute she considered throwing the small table off the bed and then doing something totally outrageous. Like getting drunk. She sighed and turned her head enough she could look out the window. It was so beautiful this time of day. She could see the cliffs of the Badlands, bathed in purple and misty blue. A storm was coming in off the Great Plains. She sighed and felt the motion of her breath slam down to her toes, which were still buried beneath the cozy down comforter.
Picking up the magazine, she looked at the article of the pyramid builders at Giza and closed her eyes. She let herself feel the desert. The sand.The heat. She breathed in the smell of sweat and camel shit and smiled. Looking down at her hands, she saw callouses upon callouses built upon each other from the years of intense labor. She could swallow the saliva that gathered in her mouth and with a bit of imagination feel the coolness as it vied with the blistering heat for her attention.
It had been a hard six months. But she was so close to the end. She picked up the looseleaf notebook beside her and thumbed through the pages. So many stories written by so many friends. She thought back to the days when fanfiction had been her greatest joy. Writing about the characters already established. Giving them her words and her feelings. Walking through her house and talking to them all hours of the night. Crying with them, agonizing with them and grieving with them.
"Methos."she sighed. He had been her favorite. The beginning. She opened the notebook and stared down at some of the titles. Serious stories, funny stories, ridiculous stories. She smiled and remembered the "strawberry" stories and stories involving blatant sexual fantasies involving items like "chocolate".of all things. She shook her head and laid the book aside. Had she thanked them all enough. Let them all know how much in her own way she loved them all. Their passion, creativity, and humor.
Through all the stories she had dealt with the tragedies, the pain and the joys of her own life. Once again, she looked down at the pages in front of her. Then shaking her head, she shoved the unfinished page onto the bed. She opened the drawer and took out her red pen and got a clean piece of paper. Across the top she scrawled. "Their Brother's Keeper."
Yes she thought as the sky outside turned to black; she'd been away far too long. And against the darkness of her eyelids as she closed her eyes and sighed, walked the visage of a slender man with shaggy dark hair and ever changing eyes. A soft accented voice and classic aquiline features. Opening her eyes, she smiled and began to write.