Not A Fan Of Fan Fiction

(I’m moving out of my dad’s house and my sister is helping me clean out and pack up my room. She hands me a huge stack of loose pages and notebooks.)

Sister: “Here’s a stack of old stories you wrote.”

Me: “Oh, hey, this is all the early fan-fiction that I wrote eight years ago before I got a laptop and began typing everything!”

(I take a break to read a few of them.)

Sister: “So, are they as good as you remember?”

Me: “We have to shred them and then cremate the scraps so that no one will ever know that it was me who wrote them…”