• Published:April 25th, 2008
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• Category:Fan Fiction

We’ve seen fan fiction take on Jane Austen and still more classic works of literature are not able to escape being used as fan fiction fodder.

Lord of the Flies: Fruition

Ralph’s eyes were wide with utter shock as they locked onto Jack’s. His fingers fumbled towards his lips, but he refused to touch them. He sat motionless on the warm ground, drawing in a shaky breath. Jack never broke away from Ralph’s gaze as he searched for Ralph’s thoughts that could usually be read clearly on his face. This time, however, he was indecipherable. ‘He knows now, doesn’t he?’ Jack thought, wiping away stray tears. He wanted to break the deafening silence, but chose not to in favor of allowing Ralph to recover. But the boy merely sat, not breaking away until just a moment later as his eyes trailed slowly to the floor. Ralph’s mind was astir with thoughts and emotions. ‘J-Jack…’ He could not bring himself to think coherently.

“You - you must know now.” Jack whispered, blushing madly but not caring enough to turn away as he usually did. “J-J…” Ralph was stupefied. Slowly Jack began, eager to reason with the boy. “This island is far different from the place we used to live in. Am I wrong?” Ralph sat silently, allowing his fingers to trail aimlessly on his lips. “This sort of thing…it might not have been accepted at home, b-but -” Now Jack was lost for words. Was this wrong? He looked for something simple, an easy way to offer an explanation. “I don’t - care if this might be wrong. I don’t know how this happened or what it means. I just know that I feel it…and it’s killing me.” Other tears slipped across his face, and Jack simply let them fall. Now Ralph knew, he finally knew.

Ralph looked up to him slowly, blushing now as well.

Lord of the Flies: Sinful Secrets

Jack slapped him harder this time. “You think you can stop me?!” He slapped him again. “Can you?! Huh?!”

Simon now remained helpless beneath his deadly dominator. He got kissed on the lips but refused to return the favour. Jack punched him hard in the stomach and grabbed his groin. Simon screamed in agony.

“I’m gonna hurt you Simon,” he sneered. “You wanna feel pain?”

“Jack please stop,” Simon sobbed. “I don’t want this.”

Once again, he felt another hot kiss purge his soft lips. A hand travelled down his chest and poked his navel. He really felt like crying, but he couldn’t. He wanted Roger so bad right now, but the more Jack consumed him the farther Roger would go in his mind. He had no other choice but to give in, for now.

He slipped his tongue in Jack’s mouth, allowing it to dance with the other’s. His hips bucked up and Jack was caught in a trance.

“Simon…” Jack moaned. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

To Kill a Mockingbird: The World From My Porch

As Dill was bedridden for the next few days, it was up to me to run errands generally be active for him. I brought him meals and read with him, even going to visit his editor.

By the end of the week, Dill had taught me how to drive adequately, with him sitting in the passenger seat and grabbing my hand on the clutch every time I made the car stall. I couldn’t honestly say I minded the physical attention, as our kiss was still fresh in my mind. Whenever I thought of Marcus, that horrified expression on his face, I felt a guilty pang. I blamed my sudden attachment to Dill on the excess of time I was spending with him, not on the fact that perhaps deciding who I liked more was a little easier than I had first imagined.

To Kill a Mockingbird: The Present

“I wanted to give you your present early, Atticus.” I said pushing my face up to my brothers after the rest of the family had left. The room was quiet a few moments after my statement.

Atticus took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, turning to look at my expectant face. He pushed up his glasses and smirked. “You know, I actually got you a real present, the kind you unwrap.”

“Oh, come on. You can unwrap your present.” I grinned and took off his glasses and setting them on the coffee table, looking deviously into his eyes.

“That’s not funny, Jack.” He said sternly, blushing again and reaching for his glasses. I chuckled and bent over his body, straddling him with my arms. He grumbled and lay on his back, resting his arms on his chest.

“You know you like this. I know you desire me more than you wish to admit.” I laughed at his uneasiness and pressed my lips against his. His eyes fluttered and he relaxed, moving his lips with mine.