Blanket Permission Granted

I'm all for sharing. If you get inspired and want to re-use elements of my stories for other stories, artwork or anything that tickles your muse, feel free to do so.

I love comments of any kind, length, and language, no matter how old the story is.

I hope you enjoy your time in this little corner of the fanfiction world!

Stories

Mostly Fluff

Hide and Seek - Truth - Where Are They? - Leo Needs a Hug - Space Heroes

Balanced

Just Fine - If You Cross Over - Rat Problem

Mostly Angst

Drifting Away - Harmful Secrets

Crack Fics

Ninja Cat - Surprise Guest - Because Fandom Says So

Random things I find inspiring or hilarious

"If the book is true, it will find an audience that is meant to read it."

"May you live every day of your life." - Jonathan Swift

"Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing." - Benjamin Franklin

"You ask me why I buy rice and flowers... I buy rice to live and flowers so I want to live. - Confucius

• An Oxford comma walks into a bar, where it spends the evening watching the television, getting drunk, and smoking cigars.

• A dangling participle walks into a bar. Enjoying a cocktail and chatting with the bartender, the evening passes pleasantly.

• A bar was walked into by the passive voice.

• An oxymoron walked into a bar, and the silence was deafening.

• Two quotation marks walk into a “bar.”

• A malapropism walks into a bar, looking for all intensive purposes like a wolf in cheap clothing, muttering epitaphs and casting dispersions on his magnificent other, who takes him for granite.

• Hyperbole totally rips into this insane bar and absolutely destroys everything.

• A question mark walks into a bar?

• A non sequitur walks into a bar. In a strong wind, even turkeys can fly.

• Papyrus and Comic Sans walk into a bar. The bartender says, “Get out – we don’t serve your type.”

• A mixed metaphor walks into a bar, seeing the handwriting on the wall but hoping to nip it in the bud.

• A comma splice walks into a bar, it has a drink and then leaves.

• Three intransitive verbs walk into a bar. They sit. They converse. They depart.

• A synonym strolls into a tavern.

• At the end of the day, a cliché walks into a bar – fresh as a daisy, cute as a button, and sharp as a tack.

• A run-on sentence walks into a bar it starts flirting. With a cute little sentence fragment.

• Falling slowly, softly falling, the chiasmus collapses to the bar floor.

• A figure of speech literally walks into a bar and ends up getting figuratively hammered.

• An allusion walks into a bar, despite the fact that alcohol is its Achilles heel.

• The subjunctive would have walked into a bar, had it only known.

• A misplaced modifier walks into a bar owned by a man with a glass eye named Ralph.

• The past, present, and future walked into a bar. It was tense.

• A dyslexic walks into a bra.

• A verb walks into a bar, sees a beautiful noun, and suggests they conjugate. The noun declines.

• A simile walks into a bar, as parched as a desert.

• A gerund and an infinitive walk into a bar, drinking to forget.

• A hyphenated word and a non-hyphenated word walk into a bar and the bartender nearly chokes on the irony.

- Jill Thomas Doyle