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October 10, 2014

Donna's Fan Fiction Writing

by Donna Huber

I thought it might be fun as part of our fan fiction theme to share a little from a a fanfic story that I once started writing. I changed the names so you don't know which fandom it's from. 

“Ugh!” I can't sleep. “Little one, are you about ready to greet the world?” I absently rub my hand over my abdomen. I probably won't get any more sleep after she arrives, but hopefully the few hours I do get will be more peaceful. Ha! Peaceful, who am I kidding, but at least this pain will be gone.

“Little one, the doctor says you'll be here any day now.” I guess I should go to the bathroom since I'm awake. It seems that I'm constantly in the bathroom these days. I will be glad when this pregnancy is over.

Don't get me wrong, I've enjoyed being pregnant. It is indescribable the feeling I get thinking about a new life growing inside me. I've eagerly followed the growth on a website that describes my baby's development each week since I found out I was pregnant. However, the last few weeks I have been miserable: I am fat, tired, hot, achy... like I said miserable.

I heave a sigh and scoot to the edge of the bed. “Ugh!” I rub my belly as I stand and shuffle to the bathroom. I only make it a few steps when “OH!” Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness! Of course it has to be a night I'm alone! Why did I tell Jennifer I would be okay and send her home?! “Oh goodness!”

Ok calm down, think. We have a plan. Yeah, the plan was not to be alone! Ok not helping...

Deep breath. There is nothing I can do about that now. As my therapist has advised on several occasions I need to let go and follow the flow.  Okay, I need to focus and not panic, everything is going to be okay. I need to find the phone!

“Where's the phone?” I frantically chant as I turn towards the nightstand. I quickly locate the phone and push the 2.

“Please pick up... Please pick up...” becomes my mantra.

After two rings “Katie?” the voice on the other end answers.

“I...I think my water just broke. Ugh!”

“Okay. Stay calm. I'll be there in a few minutes. Remember to breathe,” the voice responds calmly with an air of authority before the line goes dead.

“Breathe Katie” I mentally chant to myself as I head to the closet to get my bag and my “going to the hospital” outfit Jennifer laid out for me. As quickly as possible I change my clothes and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I cannot leave the house without clean teeth. As I hurriedly brush my teeth I stare at my reflection in the mirror. Is there anything else I need to do? No, of course not.  The plan stated I only needed to make the one phone call, if I was alone. Everyone else would take care of the rest ... as long as they follow the plan.

“Ugh!” I hope for once everything goes according to the plan.

So what do you think? Can I write fiction?


  1. I started in FanFic :) This was a nice little piece, thanks for sharing.