Graffiti: A Wuthering Heights fanfiction, Part I

The party was reaching a wild note when Locke found his way to the bedroom. Someone was bound to call in a noise complaint to the police soon — not that they would care. Katie’s dad paid the town too much money for them to be bothered about what went on at Thrushcross Grange. “Locke!” hissed a voice. He startled . “Holy crap, Ellie. I … Continue reading Graffiti: A Wuthering Heights fanfiction, Part I

St. Stanislaus: A Crime and Punishment fanfiction

It was still dark when Parker made his way down the seventh-floor corridor of St. Stanislaus’ Home for Unsettled Individuals. Lands, he hated these 5 AM sessions. Unfortunately, it was the only time the patient was lucid enough to speak clearly. The air conditioning blasted over Parker like a freezing wave, making him shudder even in his thick Northface jacket. Why did they keep it … Continue reading St. Stanislaus: A Crime and Punishment fanfiction

Mr. Collins’ Choice: A Pride & Prejudice Fanfiction

  Mr. Collins was well aware of his own charms. As he brushed his lank hair over his forehead, he gave his reflection a simpering grin. It was charitable of him, really, to consider courting one of Cousin Bennett’s daughters. A marriage proposal would be the thing of dreams for them — a notable marriage with a clergyman of his reputation, a respectable fortune, and … Continue reading Mr. Collins’ Choice: A Pride & Prejudice Fanfiction

Rain – A Little Women Fanfiction

Marmee did worry for Jo. Well, for Jo — and for all of her daughters. But somehow she’d never expected Jo to be the child who was left behind. Jo, always charging forward. Always on a mission, afire with dreams and plans. It was not like her spirited second daughter to drift so listlessly through her life. “You mean because the others are married,” Robert … Continue reading Rain – A Little Women Fanfiction

Eight AM – A Matilda Fanfiction

The girl was pretty in a quiet way, but Mark didn’t think it was just her prettiness that drew his eyes. She was captivating in a way he couldn’t explain, distracting his attention from the eight o’clock lecture on psychopathology in a way none of the other female students did. He’d never seen her anywhere on campus before. Come to think of it, he’d never … Continue reading Eight AM – A Matilda Fanfiction

Against the Dying of the Light: A Dylan Thomas Fanfiction

“Don’t let go,” his voice whispered to me. I squinted at him. I could barely see him, his face shot with blurs and streams of light and shadow. But I knew him, knew the shape of his face, bending over my hospital bed. He wanted me to fight. Did I want to fight? Did I want to go? I didn’t know. Rage, rage, against the … Continue reading Against the Dying of the Light: A Dylan Thomas Fanfiction