If all of our fandoms had never existed.
If everything was written non-fiction,
Would we be the same people we are today,
Without our beloved addictions?
If Harry was a boy who lived under the stairs
And that was just there was to it.
If Luke Skywalker grew up as the chosen one
And old Ben never told him he knew it.
If the wardrobe to Narnia had never been built
And Lucy had never met Aslan,
If the blood of the children had not been split
When the Capitol, was ruling Panem.
If Poseidon had never met Sally Jackson
And Percy had not saved the world,
If Beatrice Prior had not been divergent
And just stayed a regular girl.
If the Doctor's police box was just a police box
And had no way to time travel.
If Sherlock and John had never been friends
And Found mysteries to unravel.
If Bilbo and Frodo had stayed home in their armchairs.
And Sauron had not been brought down.
If the four nations had never had any great wars
And the Airbenders never died out.
If Walt Disney had never gone into cartooning
And Mickey had not come into being.
And all of the magic Walt worked to create
Had never helped us keep believing.
If the authors and writers of all of our fandoms
Had never written down their ideas.
If the characters that mean so much in our lives
Were gone and meant nothing to us.
If our fandoms were taken away
And all there was left was just me.
Sometimes I sit and I wonder in silence:
What kind of person would I be?
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Random Sherlock Oneshots
Fanfiction"I know this is a bit stupid. But..... Happy Birthday Sherlock........... I know this was a waste of time...... Why would I say happy birthday to a grave?" -John Hamish Watson
