I got a good idea for a fanfic but I don't know if I should write it about Skinner or about Dogget. It would apply to both of them sinse is a woman in love with him (whoever he is).
Please please please help me choose who I should write about!
Thanks!
Posted on Jul 24, 2003, 9:16 AM from IP address 66.50.29.253
You should definately do the story about Skinner, he needs a little more excitment in his life! For all his faults he always comes through for the others. - Let him have the woman.
Posted on Oct 17, 2003, 5:09 AM from IP address 212.84.112.72
Well,for starters,HELLO EVERYONE! Alright,enough of that. My question is actually about the certain topic "Do people confuse fanfic with canon". I don't think so.See,when we watch a TV show,or a movie,isn't it all just fanfiction?True,some/most of it is created in the minds of those brilliant people who love the strange,BUT...Isn't it all fanfiction?Yes,I understand that in order to have fanfiction,you have to be a fan of something...But creating something initially means you are a fan of something,weather it be science fiction,fantasy,or something else of the sort...Am I right?So,people do not confuse fanfiction with a canon because in reality,a piece of fanfiction IS a canon, it is just simply one that hasn't been discovered yet. I am sure most of the writers of our time have been writting far longer than they've been famous-so what about the things before? Exactly.Some of us will become famous,and create fanfiction or stories of fiction inspired by something we are a fan of...In other words,isn't everything all just fanfiction?Take X-Files...Fanfiction based on the paranormal and things science can't explain...FANFICTION.And then WE write fanfiction based on that fanfiction.So in reality,we are writing canons for the show,only we haven't had them discovered.Fanfiction is basically what we wish to have been said or have happen..Isn't that what TV and movies are about?People writting what they wish would be said and what they wish would happen?You can scold me for taking the logical road here,but you have to admit I have a shocking point.If the directors and creators of our favorite shows weren't at some point writting fanfiction about a favorite something of theirs,then I'm sure we wouldn't even have anything such as books,TV,movies...Not even a Hollywood or any famous people.The first person to ever write anything was a fan of the imagination.The second,a fan of their work inspired to write something similar.The third,a fan of theirs,and so on.It all comes from one source,so basically,everything we write,is in fact,fanfiction,which is,in turn,a conon or novel of some kind.Thank you for your time,and listening to my ramblings.Email me.
~Scully
Posted on Jun 10, 2002, 5:37 PM from IP address 205.188.200.37
Pine Bluff Variant: At the end when Skully and Mulder accused the I think he was referred to as the assistant district att. of conspiring what
were they referring to?
General observations:It's been at least 20 yrs
since Mulder's sister was taken away why hasn't he gotten over it yet?If Mulder has romantic interest in Skully why isn't he at least a little shy about being undressed around her? If they have any attraction to each other why wait 5 yrs? No body
with any harmones waits that long. Skully is way too much of a babe not to be fighting guys off!
Has Carter ever said why the titles to the episodes aren't shown?Am I stupid?
Juminer
Posted on Oct 30, 1999, 12:20 PM from IP address 204.180.118.45
I'm starting an archive project at www.angelfire.com/scifi/xfiles5 If you send it to me I will help you with it just E-mail me. I would love to have a first time author.:)
Posted on May 23, 2000, 8:36 PM from IP address 63.23.41.247
can't pull "Dance Without Sleeping" out of my head!!!
by
from the day I've had my eyes on that terrific story by the terrific Lydia Bower I can't seem to stop thinking about it once in a while. I think that's the best x files releted story ever. sometimes I find my self wandering how'd it be to have it as a two parter episode or something. there is so much to say about this masterpiece isn't it?
Posted on Sep 2, 1999, 5:38 PM from IP address 62.0.182.206
Having seen all the trailers and hype for "Lake Placid" (i.e. northern lake, mysterious deaths, monster crocodile), am I the only one who feels that it's a poor knock-off of "Quagmire"? It's a sad world when movies have to be based on a single television _epidode_! And they probably won't do it as well anyway. <sigh>
Posted on Jul 23, 1999, 2:34 PM from IP address 12.7.121.208
Is there a character that you have a very hard time writing because you simply despise that character but the way your story is leading you have had to write them.
Posted on Jul 10, 1999, 12:08 PM from IP address 205.188.197.186
I have such problems with writing Diana Fowley. In one fanfic I was writing, she was crucial to the plot, but because I just can't stand the character I realized I couldn't write her honestly. With most characters, I'm able to stand back and examine all aspects good and bad, but I refuse to do that with Fowley. I can't bear to think she has any good qualities! :)
Posted on Jul 16, 1999, 12:42 PM from IP address 63.11.30.168
she had good qualities? I agree with you completely, for me it would be impossible for me to write Fowley in anyway but horribly and as someone who is a traitor to M and the x-files.
I also think that in writing in general, for me at least, I have a bias towards the characters that comes out in the writing. I see this while reading some authors as well. Their feeligns for M and S carry over into the writing.
Posted on Jul 26, 1999, 8:17 AM from IP address 152.163.207.77
I have such problems with writing Diana Fowley. In one fanfic I was writing, she was crucial to the plot, but because I just can't stand the character I realized I couldn't write her honestly. With most characters, I'm able to stand back and examine all aspects good and bad, but I refuse to do that with Fowley. I can't bear to think she has any good qualities! :)
Posted on Jul 16, 1999, 12:42 PM from IP address 63.11.30.168
I have such problems with writing Diana Fowley. In one fanfic I was writing, she was crucial to the plot, but because I just can't stand the character I realized I couldn't write her honestly. With most characters, I'm able to stand back and examine all aspects good and bad, but I refuse to do that with Fowley. I can't bear to think she has any good qualities! :)
Posted on Jul 16, 1999, 12:43 PM from IP address 63.11.30.168
After watchign countless episodes where Mulder and Scully are left gazing at each other but then the scene is cut to a commercial or we are left with watchign something a little less satisfying i have become a big fan of the post-ep or fillin the blank story.
What is the scene that you were most frustrated that was never shown what happened next....or what happened from this moment to that.
Posted on Jul 8, 1999, 11:30 AM from IP address 205.188.193.179
well, this is a goody Hettie. I would have to say the scene at the end of small potatoes. Surely they must say something in the car ride home or somehow address the topic. After all Scully was going to kiss a guy she thought was Mulder, just a partner and friend. I would think Mulder was dying to know why and how? I personally enjoy post ep fanfic from this ep.
Posted on Jul 9, 1999, 10:03 PM from IP address 128.223.150.74
Oh now I am frustrated about the lack of closure in this ep too! I hadn't htought about this one. But you are right. Mulder barging in! Scully's surprise.....then nothing until they visit the jail and even then not much discussion. come on! mulder saw Scully about to kiss him! there really needed to be some discussion about this. But like you sad there is fanfic....and one hting I have loved aobut post Small potatoes fic is the fact that there has been such a variety of responses to what happened..
Posted on Jul 10, 1999, 12:07 PM from IP address 205.188.197.186
I would have to say that the worst cliffhanger would be a more recent epy. What happened between the end and the begining of All Things. Now that we know scully is pregnant we kind of know but it would have been nice to know then.
Posted on May 23, 2000, 8:29 PM from IP address 63.23.41.247
Musings of a Paranoid Man
By Lds_phile
rating: G/PG
summery: well, you read it, and then you'll know
Disclaimer: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, the Cigarette Smoking Man and Walter Skinner are co. owned by Chris Carter and ten-Thirteen Productions along with Twentieth Century FOX. No copy right infringement intended.
They call me crazy, ha! I’m not as crazy as they think. In fact, I’m the most rational person in this whole building. That’s not saying much, seeing that I’m in an insane asylum. I was put here because of what I know. I guess the world wasn’t ready for it yet. Empty days pass away in this padded chamber. I was used to a life of running, action, and danger. Now I sit in this cell with nothing but my mind to keep me company. Different nurses take turns shaving my face, cutting my hair, and feeding me. Sometimes they forget to feed me. I’m so hungry! I wonder what time it is. The nurses took my watch away. They were afraid I’d use it to kill myself. That’s all I think about now. If I have to wear this white jacket any longer, I swear I’ll find a way to die. The jacket constricts my space and makes me claustrophobic. I start to bang my head against the wall, not because I’m crazy, but because it comforts me. The repetitive motion clears my thoughts, but it doesn’t hurt because of the soft walls. For a moment, I’m not here. I think myself back in time, before I came to this awful place.
My life was great. It wasn’t perfect, actually it was pretty far from it, but I thought that it was great. I was a promising young FBI agent. I had the best partner that a guy could ever ask for. Sure, we were as different as night and day, but we had an exceptional partnership. Dana Scully was a medical doctor. She stood at only 5'1" and had fiery red hair. We looked odd walking down the J. Edgar Hoover building corridors together. I was over a foot taller than her! More than just our height set us apart. Agent Scully and I had very different reputations. I had a problem with authority, I was a ladies’ man, and my nickname was “Spooky Mulder.” Scully, on the other hand was the all around perfect, by-the-book FBI agent. Heads were turned and questions were asked when Scully was assigned to be my partner. She was originally paired with me to debunk my work and to discredit my investigations into the paranormal. Despite our differences, we grew to be best friends and were considered by many the best team in the bureau. With no family that I was currently speaking to, Dana Scully became my life. She was always there for me, and I for her.
That’s when my ‘life’ ended. After more than five years of being together, they took her away. Scully and I had been working off the mainstream of the bureau, in a division called the X-files. We worked on cases that dealt with paranormal phenomena. We worked to uncover a government conspiracy that reached down to every man woman and child on this planet. Many times our lives were threatened by these conspiring men we aspired to reveal, these shadow men. They went to great lengths as an attempt to stop our work. They knew how close Scully and I had become and how much I came to depend on her. If these men wanted to stop me, they knew how. I had no fear for my own life, but I felt obligated to protect hers.
If I had been there the night when she was taken, my whole life would be different. If I had been there, I could have saved her. Had I been a better partner and friend, I would have been there. It’s my fault. They took her to stop me, no, to stop us. I showed up at her apartment to go over some paper work. When I arrived, it was too late. Tables and chairs were upturned, signs of a struggle. A note written on the wall in what looked like blood read: GAME’S OVER G-MAN. THIS TIME SHE WON’T BE RETURNED. As I picked up a chair and smashed it against the blood-stained wall, I yelled, “If that’s her blood, I’ll kill you!” My voice cracked and a single tear ran down my cheek as I added, “I swear I’ll kill you.”
I knew that whoever had done this to my partner was long gone, but I needed to voice my threat. I needed to scream it so the world would hear, so she would hear. It was as much a promise to myself as it was to Scully.
After that terrible agonizing night I died. I couldn’t eat or sleep. Once in a while I’d doze off, but the nightmare that was my life managed to wake me every time. I contemplated suicide, but that’s what the shadow men wanted. They wanted me to give up. I couldn’t do that to Scully. I couldn’t leave her out there. I didn’t even know whether or not she was alive. No one fully understood how close Scully and I were, how much she was a part of me. I remember thinking once that all I need to live was air and Scully by my side. She was my human credential, my other half.
Finally, I couldn’t take it any longer. I cracked. I went to work and I marched right into Assistant Director Skinner’s office. I was prepared to hand in my letter of resignation. I decided to give up on my job at the FBI and search for Scully full time. At that moment I didn’t care about anything but my oath to find her. When I walked into Skinner’s office, I saw him. One of the shadow men I blamed for my partner’s disappearance, one which I called the Cigarette Smoking Man. He stood talking to my boss. How could Skinner betray me like that? My rage and emotion over took me, and next thing I knew the Cigarette Smoking Man lay stiffly on the ground with a bullet hole from my gun in his head. I don’t even remember drawing my gun or pulling the trigger, but when it was done, I was glad that it happened. He deserved it. The Cigarette Smoking Man had been at the barrel of my gun before, but then I didn’t have courage to pull the trigger. I’m sure that he had killed a man on more than one occasion, and with less reason than I had to kill him.
I don’t clearly remember what happened after that. I know that I ended up in court. I recall taking the stand in my trial. The lawyers asked me questions. I didn’t believe that they were asking the right questions, the ones that proved how much the Cigarette Smoking Man deserved my bullet. When I couldn’t stand the interrogation any longer, I went off on an enraged tangent. I stood up in the middle of the court room and told the jury what I knew. I told them that I was a key player in an ongoing government charade, a plot to conceal the truth about the existence of extra terrestrials. That it’s a conspiracy that reaches down to every man woman and child on this planet. That the Cigarette Smoking Man and his allies were working against me. They didn’t want me to reveal their secrets. That’s why they took my partner, to stop us from uncovering the secrets that they worked so hard to conceal. They were allies with aliens that were going to colonize our planet. The shadow men help them in order to ensure their own survival in a future that seemed inevitable.
The judge and several officials attempted multiple times to force me to my seat, but I refused. I was held in contempt of court and later the decision was handed down that I was not mentally capable of standing a trial or taking responsibility for my own actions. So, I was placed in this asylum where I sit day in and day out banging my head against the wall while pleading for my freedom. I promised her I’d come and save her. They don’t understand. She needs my help. I’ve concluded that I’ve been contained here for almost six months.
I hear people coming down the hall. Two sets of heavy footsteps pounding and one set lightly tapping the hard marble floor. They visitors proceed silently down the corridor as their footsteps grow louder and louder until they reach my door. I hear the jingle of the guard’s keys and the sound of one key sliding into the lock on my door. I wonder what they want to do to me now. Haven’t I been through enough yet?
The door opens to reveal the impossible. Dana Scully stands beside two muscular guards in uniform, tears flow down her face the moment she sees me. My heart almost lurches out of my chest. Is it really her? Has she finally come back to me? There is only an instant of hesitation before she comes to my side. As quickly as she can, Scully takes the straight jacket from me. She sits down on the floor with me and we hold each other, rocking and weeping. I wonder how she managed to come back to me and if they’re still going to make me stay here. I soon forget my worries and lay my head on her shoulder in what I hope is a never-ending embrace. Tears flood our eyes and streak down both of our cheeks. We don’t need to speak. We know each other’s thoughts. I don’t ever want to be without her again. A small smile of pure bliss surfaces on my lips, hopefully the first of many in what seems to have been an eternity.
Feedback?! I need it! this is my 1st story, I need encouragement or critisism, either one.
Posted on Jun 25, 1999, 12:33 PM from IP address 205.212.120.254
For you first fic, I liked it. Well written, sad in a way, happy in the end. Good job. You could also add a little more to the ending. Like, Mulder recognizing the sound of her foot steps. I would think that if I was locked up all day with nothing to do I would be so in tune with the surrounding sounds? No? Just an idea I had. Now what I want to know is why you posted it here On our message board? :) I don't mind of course, but I am curious. Second, why don't you post it on a list or newsgroup somewhere and then you can get quite a bit of feedback from readers as well as authors. Hettie and I are just starting to get this message board going so not many visitors yet. Now when are you coming out with the musings of a kidnapped woman? That I am eager to read too.
L
Posted on Jul 9, 1999, 10:15 PM from IP address 128.223.150.74