PROMPT LIST
You can send requests for up to 3 prompts in one fic.
Fluff/Happy Dialogue:
1. “You’re eyes are like tiny stars in the darkness.”
2. “Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done.”
3. “I’ll follow you anywhere.”
4. “How could I not love you?”
5. “You trust me?” “Of course I do. I always have.”
6. "You're worth losing everything else for." "Why?" "Because I love you more than anything else."
7.
Angst Dialogue:
"Did you ever truly love me?"
2. "Maybe you weren't my soulmate after all."
3. "I need you to let me go."
4. "My love can't make up for your lack of it."
5. "Please, you can't leave me."
6. "I love you. But, you deserve a relationship you don't need to hide."
7.
Smut Dialogue:
"You look good pushed up against a wall."
2. "Look who isn't shy anymore."
3. "
Fluff Scenarios:
Movie night
2. First date
3. Love confession
4.
Angst Scenarios:
Homophobic parents
2.
Smut Scenarios:
1.
Shows/movies I will write for:
Stranger things
Supergirl
Dynasty
Charmed
Once upon a time
Do Revenge
Fearstreet
IT
(More will be added as I think of them. Feel free to recommend ones as well.)
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Ghosts of Fear Street, Parents from the 13th Dimension | Review
Title: Ghosts of Fear Street #27 – Parents from the 13th Dimension
Author: Katy Hall (as by R.L. Stine)
Cover Artist: Mark Garro
INTRODUCTION
Flipping a coin. Rolling a die. Drinking milk from the jug without doing a smell test. These are all games of chance. It was by pure chance that I decided to read this book, a simple whim, so this entry will be a quickie.
I was shocked by how Coraline-like this book was. I was even more shocked to realize this book predates Coraline by several years. Both books feature a young girl, unhappy with her current life, slipping into a seemingly perfect alternate world. Although (maybe the Pelosi lookalike on the cover tipped you off), Parents from the 13th Dimension takes a turn for the David Icke.
STORY REVIEW
Why does Sarah Watson think her life is horrible? Her brother is a geek. Her mother collects garbage. And (brace yourself for this last one) her father is a nurse. Sarah has daddy issues on par with Marge Simpson. She isn’t even charmed by his homemade clothing brand. Did I mention he’s a weaver?
Steve’s Weaves
Adorable. It goes to show that traditionally masculine hobbies (e.g. fishing, pumping iron, reading kid’s books, writing funny reviews online somewhat regularly) are totally optional.
Moping along Fear Street, Sarah finds a strange coin. One side has a queen, and the other side has a lizard. While you might assume it’s Australian, this tender comes from a different AU. When the coin is flipped and lands lizard-side-up, Sarah is whisked away to an alternate universe!
Weird at first, life in the 13th Dimension proves to be pretty cool. Sarah’s geeky brother is replaced by a confident new bro. Mr. and Mrs. Watson are replaced by conventional parents. The entire medical field is presumably replaced by something radical like skeet shooting. I’m spitballing here.
Sarah finally has everything she could ever want. She has a dog now. She even gets her own horse! Every girl’s dream! (We can add this book to the hallowed halls of Equine Media I’ve Needlessly Mentioned, seated alongside A Horse Called Wonder and Horse Sense and hopefully nothing else.) There is one peculiar detail about this world, though: Sarah is forbidden from entering one room in her home. According to Fake Dad, this room is under construction. Should Sarah accidentally step on a nail, it’d be very difficult to skeet shoot it out.
Feeling nostalgic, Sarah flips her coin and visits her original dimension. She learns that no time has passed, nobody missed her, and her father is still into weaving. Ultimately, she decides it’s okay to keep visiting the 13th Dimension. But even if weaving doesn’t exist in the alternate universe, an unmistakable sense of danger looms.
When she tries to investigate the locked room, Sarah is punished by Fake Dad, who takes her interdimensional coin away, trapping her in the 13th Dimension. Also, Fake Mom forces Sarah to eat huge amounts of food, alluding to an upcoming “feast.” Worst of all, no TV or skeet shooting for a week!
Sarah snaps. Using a paperclip, the girl picks her way into the mysterious room. She finds her coin, but she also finds 3 shriveled human-suits. Not to be confused with “suits for shriveled humans.” Although, the situation would be more fun if she stumbled into Jagger’s wardrobe. These empty suits would allow a creature to disguise itself as a person. (I swear, I’m not referencing Jagger.) About this time, Sarah realizes her sweet little parents are actually a couple of 8-foot-tall reptiles from the Protozoic Universe! This book turns into Fear and Loathing in the 13th Dimension when man-eating reptiles descend on Sarah.
If only Sarah hadn’t taken her real family for granted. If she hadn’t turned her nose up at her father’s interests, she could save herself now. Somehow. Maybe. I’m trying to connect this back to the moral. But no matter how I slice it, weaving seems like an objectively inferior form of self defense than skeet shooting. (Weaving around the monsters? Suddenly, that loom pun from earlier doesn't seem like such a stretch anymore, huh.)
The girl flips her magic coin at the last possible moment. She decides to take her new dog back to her original universe probably because the horse was too big to carry. She makes it home safe and sound, bringing “Sparky” along for the ride. In the end, she tries to rationalize what just happened, guessing that reptilians must enjoy playing with their food. She doesn’t even consider that scaring your food makes the meat go stringy.
Life goes back to normal, and Sarah learns a valuable lesson: spacetime is the scariest weave of all.
THE VERDICT
Not bad, but not much of anything. From the horror to the moral to the twist ending, it’s very mild.
You can tell Stine didn’t write this one. If he had, the dog would reveal a shocking lizard tongue right on the last page. And then Sarah’s whole family would turn into werwolves and eat the lizarddog or something I don’t know. Regardless, it could never achieve a scarier twist ending than Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail ’72.
BEST QUOTE
This book introduced me to the phrase “dishwater blonde.” I amusingly misread this descriptor as “dishwasher blonde.” What a bizarre insult, I thought to myself. Excluding that one eggcorn, I was enamored by this tubular 90s lingo:
All I knew was that this dream world was one hundred percent cool!
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