Fan fiction was an unfamiliar beast for me when I started writing. I learned much later that many writers hone their writing skills by producing fan fiction: cutting their teeth on plotting and writing techniques within someone else’s writing universe and using their characters and motivations.
I discovered fan fiction when some of the TV series I watched didn’t live up to their early promise. I found chatter on how writers had taken it upon themselves to write scenes they would have liked to see on screen.
Once The Blue Bar was contracted to be published by Thomas & Mercer, I realized there were many aspects of the story and its characters I was yet to explore . I could write fan fiction within my own writing universe!
I began penning fan fiction in the one-shot gazette, which has become my most popular edition, outstripping the writing gazette and the reading gazette in its rate of subscription.
Some of the fan fiction I poured into this blog, where it lives in little bits and pieces. Below are a few snippets from The Blue Bar universe, some from the One-shot Gazette, the others from this blog:
If we’re talking secrets, I have one. One I ran away with. It made it worthwhile to run. I never had a reason before. I also had no one to run to, especially not you. I can say this now, what I would never have admitted before: if I ran to you, and you tossed me aside, I couldn’t bear it.… Read More
Footsteps, measured. Loud in the sudden silence. Raj-put. Went the murmur. Raj-put. Sa’ab. Raj-put Sa’ab. Whispers. Nods. Men and women, focused. Until he appeared.
Tall, his mustache a shadow over his bow-shaped upper lip. Eyebrows curved, but lashed in a frown. As if to say, go on, out of my way. Expecting the path to clear… Read More
Most days Papa accepts Bilal’s offer of the drink. A light sleeping potion mixed in. Not enough to make him sleep, but it calms him down, making him pleasantly drowsy. Dangerous man, Bilal, but fortunately for us, loyal to a fault… Read More
Rain patters in my balcony, droplets clinging to the ferns, seventeen floors above the stink and stress of Mumbai. Had we been married, or even engaged, I could have asked him to stay back a little longer, enjoy the rain with me… Read More
Why she likes him is a mystery. His boys, goons every one of them, tell him he’s handsome. She doesn’t. She spills the truth. She’s remarked on his fat belly, thick dark neck, and receding hairline as objects of her affection for the past seven years. If either of them had cared a little less, he’d have married her… Read More
I stare, unseeing, at the ceiling fan. My mother-in-law says that suffering is a woman’s lot in life. I believe her. Like each morning, I’ve woken early, hoping for a few minutes of quiet before Mumbai comes grumbling into my bedroom with its traffic noise and fumes, the clatter of my neighbor’s kitchen, weak monsoon sunlight… Read More
The target is in my line of sight to the stage, seated at a prime table, within easy reach of the bargirls who are mostly women in their twenties or older, outfitted in garish sarees and ill-fitting dresses. Other than her… Read More
When it happened to her, it felt like the end of the world but now that she’s away from it all, she feels nothing, not pain nor hunger, because you need a body for those, and she has none. There were bits of bone under the mossy bridge where they dropped her, but after a few years these got picked up and squirreled away in a ziploc bag, an evidence drawer.… Read More
I share my rooms with six other bar girls. I’ve never been on such an empty stretch, nor anywhere this quiet except for the endless swish of the sea, and the waves crashing on the shore. They seem cheery, with much to say, but then disappear without a trace into the sand. Just like us bar girls… Read More
The first thing I noticed was his mustache. The second, his broad shoulders. Third, the way he spoke. A savarna. A higher-caste man. My terror mounted, but all he wanted to do was talk. Chat with me. And quickly afterward, with my parents.
A policeman. An Assistant Sub-Inspector in Mumbai police. My parents, terrified, didn’t approve, but that was neither here nor there…Read More
Do you ever read or write fan fiction? Would you ever write stories set in the world of your own novels? Have you read any of the stories above? What do you think of the characters? Would you like to read more of their story?
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