Hi guys! Ok, I am kinda new here, and I'd like to write my own fan fic, but I need ideas!!! http://www.sitcomsonline.com/ubb/eek.gif Please Help!!!
~Em

"My name is Dinah, I'm the Dining Car. I'll cook for you and listen while you lean upon my bar. I'll serve you with your dinner while the train goes loop-de-loop. Gee I'm sorry gentlemen, I hope you wanted soup!"
~Dinah, Starlight Express

i dunno...try a reunion or somthing like that those are always fun but don't make anyone having kids cuz there are a lot like that and well...i dunno

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"Hey! Nice Girls don't throw trees!"- Jo

"I've just had one of my brilliant ideas! -Blair

:) Kerri :)

Well, I don't think anyone's done a fanfic on this topic, so how about one where Jo gets a tattoo, or we find out that she had one already?

- Mystery Jo Fan

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"Because I love trouble"
- Inspector De Lorenzo

"Kate: Didn't you have a dog once Jinny?
Jinny: I had a plant, it didn't make it."

Gotta add one more thing...

Perhaps we could get a bunch of people with their own takes on the idea doing fanfics. Like someone could do it with an "Early Seasons Jo" type character, and someone does it with a "Later Seasons Jo" type character. Just an idea. http://www.sitcomsonline.com/ubb/smile.gif

- Mystery Jo Fan
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Jo: Why don't you put your money where your muzzle is Benji?

My friends and I have tried that before, and it turned out pretty good! I think that's a great idea!

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T: Oh no! She's right! Sweet little me IS a mass murderer! But I don't remember any of it. Multiple personalities! That's gotta be it! Six faces of me! Each face responsible for a different death! Andy, George, Natalie, Blair, Beverly Ann, Jo.
B: And then there was Tootie!
T: AAAAHHHHH! Blair! But... I thought you were...
B: Dippity-dooed? That's what I wanted everyone to think! That made it easier to get rid of the rest of you!
T: You? You're the murderer? Blair, that's so inconsiderate!
B: Don't you see? That's part of my plan to eliminate everyone who falls under the fifty percent tax bracket!
T: But we were your friends!
B: My friends don't wear polyester! They don't drive motorcycles or ramblers! They don't buy their shoes from the supermarket!
T: I get mine from Paris, honest!
B: Face it, Tootie! You're hopelessly middle-class!
T: Blair! Blair! Please, wait! Please! Blair! Oh no! AAHH!
BA: No, please, please! No! Don't kill Tootie! No!
N: Beverly Ann, wake up!
BA: Don't drink the cocoa!
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~Danielle~