Cute little fact I found on the internet:

"Fanfiction, also known as fan fiction and fanfic, is fiction written by fans of a particular TV series, movie or book. It has probably been around as long as fiction has existed--girls penning their own ending to Little Women in which Beth survives and Jo marries Laurie, for instance. But it only emerged as a shared experience in the sixties, with the advent of serial TV shows that gained cult followings."

Anyway...I just wanted to share my (probably awful) piece of Little Women. Please give me C & C if necessary (which it most probably is).

Disclaimer: Little Women and Good Wives belong to Louisa May Alcott and the publishers who first published it. The characters do not belong to me (although if they were real, I'd snag Laurie away from silly old Amy in a flat second!).


Beth March was a rosy-cheeked girl of thirteen when Laurie Lawerence came into their lives. And with Laurie, came Mr. Lawerence, his grandfather.

Beth and Mr. Lawerence were somewhat 'kindred spirits', and both enjoyed playing the piano. He told her she reminded him of his deceased daughter, who also played piano quite well.


Beth was seventeen when Meg, her oldest sister, got married to John Brooks, Laurie's tutor. The wedding was lovely, Jo had finally realized she would have to deal with the loss of her sister to growing up, and Beth was so happy for Meg. Meg had finally gotten her 'castle in the air', and that was all Beth wished for her; a great deal of happiness.


She was almost eighteen when she visited the Hummels, that poor, poor family, who was far worse off than her own. The baby was crying, and then lay limp in Beth's arms. Beth had cried then, the baby was so small, the Hummels were so poor, it was so cold out. She had gone home that day, still very upset.


Beth and Marmee went to the seashore with Jo's earnings. Beth and Marmee both loved that day. The waves crashed against their feet, and the sea air seemed to put a smile on both their faces. Beth didn't feel sick that day, she felt healthy again. She felt like she was before; pleasant, and calm, rosy-cheeked, caring and ready to play her favorite piece for Mr. Lawerence.


Jo had come home for her from her time as a governess in New York. Beth could go to heaven and be an angel. Jo didn't want her to go, Beth understood that. But her heart was being pulled in two directions, the stronger one towards the light. Everyone who knew her already thought her to be an angel, but Beth, sweet Beth, had to go and become a real angel; the kind with wings. The kind nobody ever saw again.


Beth watched her sisters rise and fall, grow and grow, and watched their children play. She watched as a small blonde child, a little girl, Bess, her namesake, grew into a beautiful blonde girl. She watched as Meg's daughter Daisy grew and reminded almost everyone of herself, being so timid and kind and wonderful.

Beth wished that she could be down there with her sisters, doing the same; growing up and then down as they became elderly. But Beth, their angel, their sweet, sweet Beth, was those kinds of angels that never returned to Earth.

Elizabeth March

Beloved Friend, Sister and Daughter