Three cousins prevented the September 11, 2001 attacks from happening. By doing that, they unknowingly changed the world as we know it.
A little girl died a tragic death.
A band wrote a song in her memory.
The song killed many people who sang it.
The band who wrote the song was eventually killed in a car accident.
She lived in a fantasy world, but someone killed her because of her disability. The sad reality was that everyone missed her, and they wanted to see her fantasy world one last time.
He married the love of his life, but she already had a daughter.
They told him to send the child away, as she was disabled and had no place in his family.
But he defied them and raised the disabled little girl as his own child.
He told his wife he was gay.
His wife said she would accept him the way he was.
Little did he know that she was heartbroken, for he had lied to her during their marriage.
The next month, his wife filed for divorce and sued him for fraud.
They told me that I needed to be normal, but I had no idea that while I was trying to be normal, I lost my true self.
Samuel Watson (a friend of Mara Llewellyn) can say that writing isn’t easy.
Especially when you have to deal with a stalker.
Sam had recently finished writing “Riddle Of The Stone Men” (novel 12 in “The Sally Montgomery Adventure Series” on Wattpad); he was glad that the series was finally over and he could start writing something else.
Little did he know he would have a different story to tell.
One weekend, he was leaving a high school party when the bus he rode in was involved in a fender bender. Although Sam escaped without injury, he woke up in a small room. The room had only a mattress and a typewriter. A girl was sitting in a chair in a corner of the room.
“Uh, who are you?” said Sam.
“My name is Libby Richards,” said Libby. “You must be Reggie Nelson, writer of “The Sally Montgomery Adventure Series“.”
“OK, what’s it to you?” said Sam. “What’s going on?”
“I’m on to you, Nelson!” Libby yelled as she stared at Sam. “You’re nothing but a homophobic jerk!”
“Excuse me, but you’re talking to a born-again Christian,” said Sam. “And what are you yammering about?”
“You killed Leon Levine in “The Outlaws of Pallas“,” said Libby. “He was my favorite character!”
“You must be kidding,” said Sam. “I know that most of my readers hated Leon and begged me to get rid of him, so I had to kill him off. Plus, he was being a jerk, and I don’t allow jerks to exist in my books. Now, if you think I’m homophobic, think again!”
“Nope!” said Libby as she slammed the typewriter on a nearby table and forced Sam to sit at the table. “You’re not going anywhere until you write me a story.”
“And what kind of story should I write?” said Sam.
“You will write about Leon coming back to life and him hooking up with Brock Farrington instead of Brock hooking up with Stella Avington,” said Libby. “I also want Stella, Daisy, and Eleanor to die and Sally to not have a boyfriend at all.”
Sam laughed, saying, “Well, you must be one of those crazy fangirls who like same-sex parings and hate straight pairings. And you want to break up canonically straight couples and kill the females in the relationship. What kind of writer do you take me for?”
“You will do what I ask, or I’ll destroy your family,” said Libby. “Plus, I’ll make it so the police will never find you.”
“You want to bet?” said Sam.
“Start writing!” said Libby.
Needless to say, Sam spent that weekend practically chained to the typewriter, writing a story that would only make him sick. He frowned, knowing that no writer should have to give in to a reader’s request. It didn’t matter if the readers wanted a certain pairing to happen or not. If nobody wanted a story about a straight couple, they could put down the story and read something else.
Of course, Mara received word that Sam had gone missing and not even the police or Sam’s family was allowed to look for him. But Team Sescape could.
After Sam completed his sixth bathroom break, Libby came into the room, saying, “And where is that story?”
“Here,” said Sam pointing to the manuscript on the table. “I hope it makes you happy, you freak.”
Libby picked up the story and read it, crying out, “OMG, I love it! That’s what your readers need to see. None of this “straights are better” crap! Plus, your faith has no place in your stories…”
“Oh that just tears it!” Sam snarled at her. “Just who do you think you are to say such horrible things to me? If your parents find out about the things you’ve done…”
“You don’t get to talk,” Libby snapped. “In fact, I’m going to break you in half!”
But she never had a chance, as Mara and her friend Tara Schindler burst into the room and subdued her, with Mara doing the Vulcan nerve pinch on Libby’s neck until she fainted.
“Thanks, guys,” said Sam as he saw Mara and Tara. “That girl made my life a living nightmare!”
“I’ve noticed when I got your text message,” said Mara. “Tara and I were working on a plan to rescue you. I didn’t think it would take us that long to find your location.”
“Get a load of this garbage!” Tara cried out as she read the manuscript. To Sam, she said, “Did she make you write this?”
“She did,” said Sam. “I can’t believe she made me write that crap! I mean, what is wrong with her?”
“Was she one of those crazy fangirls who held you hostage until you revived a dead character that she liked?” said Mara.
“Of course,” said Sam. “Libby was a crazy self-righteous fanatic who denounced my Christian faith and called me homophobic for killing Leon Levine! You both know how much of a jerk he was, and I never should have created him in the first place! But not to worry, for once she wakes up, she’ll find herself in a padded room. I will NOT be held down by anyone!”
“You should write about that for the student newspaper,” said Tara.
“And get rid of that garbage,” said Mara. “No one wants to read it.”
“Nope, we need it as evidence,” said Sam. “I’m sure a judge would be very interested to know what goes on in the mind of a crazy fan.”
To make a long story short, Libby was arrested for kidnapping and torturing a person under the age of 18 years (even though she was 16 years old). After the jury read Sam’s revised manuscript, they sentenced Libby to life at Blue Valley Sanitarium.
“Well, I’m just glad this is over,” said Sam as the Fantasy Writers club met in the library after school. “It sickens me to think that some people would want to twist up our stories to suit their own sick fantasies.”
“I’ve noticed,” said Mara. “I recently asked fanficsrus.com to take down a story featuring characters from my story. The site has yet to comply with my demand.”
“Such a shame you must do that,” said Tara. “Things like this make you want to reconsider being a writer.”
“Or not allow readers to create their own fanfiction based on your stories,” said Sam. “But let’s leave the debate for the professionals. We should focus on what we plan to write next.”
Little did Sam, Mara, and Tara (and the rest of the club) know that they had declared war on the fangirls…