This is my answer to that oft-asked question of ÒWhere do you get your stories from?Ó. I have two choices: either I tell them that I channel from an alternative universe, or that three people just moved into my apartment suddenly...
Author's note: Yes, there is a Full House one and two... but I'm not going to repost them only because a lot of the jokes are kinda passe... and you don't need them to read this one...
The Scene: A small apartment, with a tired writer sitting in front of a Mac typing madly between stories for a newsgroup and correspondence.
Characters: You know who they are...
Full House III by Sheryl Martin
"No, no, no." Cyberwordsmith bashing head on desk while characters look on.
"Why not? We deserve a vacation... Mulder needs to work on his tan, and Scully's been spending too much time in the dark..." St. George keeps playing with a toy dragon swiped off the top of the computer.
"Look, if I can't go to Club Med then you can't go. Period. End of discussion." Deep sigh of exasperation. "Now, about this next story..."
"How about a crossover?" Mulder offers. "Send St. George and Scully to Baywatch. I'll get the Speedos and we'll be all set..."
"In your dreams, Mulder. I'd rather go to Chicago Hope or ER." Scully snorts. "Two plums and a gherkin, indeed..."
"Wanna play doctor, Scully?" St. George juggles some more dragons. "Gotta admit that those guys are pretty cute... Okay, I go to Babylon 5 then. Me and Marcus and Ivanova... what a party!" Reaching for the remote control, she flips around the channels. "Oh, here's alien contact for you two - Max Headroom. Go visit there."
Mulder frowns, studying the screen. "Nah... that woman looks way too familiar to me... don't wanna go there."
"I know!" Scully snaps her fingers. "How about Twin Peaks? Great show..."
"Been there, done that, got the dress..."
"Now there's an interesting picture, Mulder..."
"Come on over and I'll model it for you, Scully." He smirks. "Of course, you'll probably want to steal it anyway."
"Okay, okay..." Writer rubs temples; feeling headache. "I'm going to work. You three figure it out and tell me when I get back, okay?"
"Sliders!"
"Picket Fences!"
"Melrose Place!"
"Space... oh, forget that." Mulder sighs. "Hate their pool tables."
The arguing continues as I lock the door.
.... I used to have a life once... sigh...
;-)
*****************"If you will practice being fictional for a while, you will understand that fictional characters are sometimes more real than people with bodies and heartbeats."Richard Bach -- "Illusions"
