|The protagonist of my current original fiction project, about a cynical, wannabe mad scientist in a world of superheroes and -villains.|
Sitting on the SidelinesSummary: A Daria one-shot. Evan Landon loved football. Too bad he never actually played it.Sitting on the Sidelines by JoeMerl
When Evan Landon was a baby, his father Andrew’s fondest wish was for him to be a football player. That would be the perfect complement for his daughter Jodie, who was already on the fast-track to becoming the first African-American/female president. And after all, Andrew could have played professionally himself, had his entrepreneurial ambitions not gotten in the way. (And no, Michele, that was not just a burgeoning midlife crisis talking.) Now it was up to Evan to fulfill that dream for himself.
Too bad that was a dream that Evan would never seriously consider.
“Go Ravens! YAAAY!”
The five-year-old cheered, sitting so far on the edge of his seat that he threatened to fall out of his chair. Jamal Lewis scored a touchdown on the Landon’s TV screen, which was so massive that they might as well have been sitting at the fifty-yard line. He pointed excite
DASkPrRSummary: An Invader Zim drabble, part of a collection of unusual pairings. Someone rescues the Skool President from the underground classrooms.DASkPrR by JoeMerl
She moaned, her eyes half closed, her entire body limp. She felt nothing but exhaustion and despair; even the pain had long since faded, though she was still hanging in the air by her arms that were manacled to the wall. Pain would have almost been a comfort at this point.
Where was she, anyway? She could barely remember.
Oh, right. The bathrooms. Why did I have to complain about the bathrooms?
It was such a little thing, really. She had tried not to rock the boat. She just wanted the toilets to be a little cleaner. Was that too much to ask?
The Re-Educator machines would start up again soon. She wished they would just break her, force her back into being the happy-go-lucky Skool President that the administration wanted. Maybe she was too far gone for that. Maybe her mind had been shattered so much that it was j
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Anyway, hello! My name is JoeMerl, dAddict and obsessive member of many fandoms. I mostly draw cruddy MS Paint fanart, write far better-quality fanfiction, and am also working on some original fiction that gets posted here in bits and pieces. I hope you like my stuff, and if nothing else, thanks for one more pageview! |
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Current Residence: Pensacola, FL, USA.
Favourite style of art: Cartoonish.
Shell of choice: Turtles.
Favourite cartoon character: Dib from "Invader Zim." There's a very long list of others I could mention.