Fan Fiction
personal shopper.
– Make an event out of it.’ ” He had said. She’d always hated shopping, though. How bright the fluorescent lights were, how cold it always was. The sheer number of clothes to choose from, with all their "textures" and "patterns" and “color combinations” and whatever else.
By A Baptiste4 years ago in Fiction
The Consequence of Silence, part three
As they walked into the art museum, it was an entirely new thing for Bojack. It was a quiet and relaxing environment with large open areas with lots of seating and couches and plenty of employees watching your every move.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Fiction
The Consequence of Silence
The Consequence of Silence (Originally posted on my fanfiction account) Author's note: I REALLY love this show, and I really love all of the characters in it. I happened to accidentally stumble upon this show while watching reviews of related media, and by giving it a chance, I found it to be one of the most meaningful and mesmerizing experiences that I related to very well, on a spiritual and emotional level. On more than one occasion, these stories relating to these very well created characters made me cry. It's a matter of quality and effort these writers and certainly the creator put into that makes this show the original and honest piece of art that it is. In the face of it's last season already aired, closing this show to its finality, I feel like, in my opinion, these characters all deserve some degree of happiness. This is how I feel about these characters, so this is how I wrote it and I do respect the true ending of the show either way. I don't own it, but I adore it. Also, I'm a huge fan of Todd, and I do respect his asexuality, so I tried very hard to align with that and be realistic to relationships and who they are. This is my interpretation of the last season, and how I see the characters if things played out a bit differently. This begins right before Bojack accepts the drama professor role at Wesleyan University.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Fiction
The Consequence of Silence
Author note : This is part 5, so please don’t read ahead!! Lol 😂 unless you want to! **** Bojack leaned forward, kissing him on the cheek softly. "Listen, I won't ever do anything with you unless you're one hundred percent good with it. This is as new to me as it is for you."
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Fiction
Nothing Innocuous, Simply A Statement
So; today I address mostly myself by the nickname Bedouins, although hypothetically I also address some random potential editorial persona non grata in some remote theoretically extant locale somewhere near a military base in Jersey. Now that this obtuse seeming ritual is done what strikes me as being somewhat noteworthy is that Tonya Snyder is now overseeing the day to day goings on of the NFL's D.C. franchise mainly because of former Super Bowl winning Redskin Head Coach Gruden ( John, not his brother Jay ) . She joins an elite club of pro sports franchise owners of the female gender, including one Georgia somebody and a certain daughter of Jerry Buss as I recall. The LA Lakers and the Rams seem to have done relatively well with women at the helm, so there is no reason to expect any drastic negativity to come from Dan Snyder's being deposed in Washington. The 'skins really cannot anticipate going anywhere but up based upon their relative state of mediocrity. Of trivial interest might be that this type of thing plays relatively nicely insofar as Hollywood portrays this type of situation, based upon what I saw of one movie of this ilk. I believe the movie was On Any Given Sunday, although no one should ( or does ) take me as a quotable, infallible source on such matters of little or no significance.
By P. B. Friedman4 years ago in Fiction
Snow White and Cinderella Meet for a Coffee
Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a beautiful young woman called Snow White ran into a crowded café to get out of the rain. She ordered her drink, while taking off her coat and shaking raindrops off her back hair. When her drink came she looked around for an empty chair. There were a few scattered about at various tables that were already occupied. Should she stand with all the other people who stood in their groups, or should she ask at one of the tables if she could use the chair? It felt odd to be standing there alone while all the others had someone to stand with, so she searched the tables to choose where to sit.
By Meliha Avdic4 years ago in Fiction
