shadyfiction.com - Marshall Gets Wired

“Yo, Paul, what the fuck is this?” Marshall hollered as he thumbed through one of the bags of fanmail.

Marshall looked at the card in his hands—it said thank you at the top—but he noticed that it was abnormally thick—like a book.

“Fan fiction?” Marshall mouthed as he cracked open the mysterious thank you card he’d received earlier.

He was at home, laying on top of his bed covers, and knew he had a few hours to kill before he was going to hit the sheets.

Marshall paced furiously, wearing the carpet fibers beneath his angry feet to a thick matte.

“Who do they think they are?” he snarled to himself, stared at the card in disgust—he’d barely even read it; as soon as he read fan fiction and what it was…

“Let’s see what these bitches think they know,” Marshall growled and quickly started up his computer.

“Oh, damn…” he whispered as he started to immerse himself in the land of Eminem fan fiction. “Shit, that was hilarious!”

He sat there—in one pose with his eyes trained on the screen and anticipating the next words and chapters to load. It wasn’t until he heard the grandfather clock in the hallway chime for midnight did he take his eyes away.

“Should I…join this shit?” he asked himself. “Why not? It’s not like they’d ever believe it was me anyway!”

Marshall went to bed with his mind full of women and people he’d never met, but was written to have fallen in love with, fought with, even had sex with.

But he went to the place of dreams with a deep, genuinely satisfied smile on his face.

These stories are for entertainment purposes only. They are completely fictitious, and the authors mean no harm to EMINEM, his family, friends, or anyone else that may have been depicted as a 'real life' character. No money was made on the fiction here, either directly or indirectly, i.e. paid advertising. In other words - it's just a bunch of shit we wrote for fun. Please don't take it seriously.