Sometimes the place and time you read a book is all you need. I got a bucket of ice to eat like popcorn and, already channeling Mulder and Scully enough in my choice of shitty motels, curled up in the big bed to read all night about Mulder and Scully working a case in shitty motels. Not even ironically or nostalgically or self-consciously- but plenty self-indulgently- this was the first book I went for as soon as I was back in the room. We covered so much ground, and got around to fanfic and the joys of it, and talked about our favorite shows, and before I left with my stack of books she tossed this one in for kicks. One afternoon was nothing but storms, and I ended up spending all of it in this little used bookshop talking to the owner for hours.
I may be able to speak with some authority on the subject, is what I’m saying.Ī few weeks ago, I was at the beach. Stories I’ve saved, stories I’ve written (like an ambitious/incomplete undertaking where I elaborated greatly on the canon of seasons 5, 6, 7, 8, and 9, episode by episode), so there’s the understatement for you: that I’ve read and written, and still write and read, my share of X-Files fanfic.
#X FILES FANFIC AUTHORS WHO WROTE UNDER PSEUDONYMS FULL#
I may be able to speak with some There’s a folder on my hard drive- named “Apocrypha,” what else?- that, like maybe anyone who came of age on the internet at the same time, is full of X-Files fan fiction.
There’s a folder on my hard drive- named “Apocrypha,” what else?- that, like maybe anyone who came of age on the internet at the same time, is full of X-Files fan fiction.
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