Tag: Fan Fiction

  • Sheepdog Fan Fiction – 40

    I wrote another sheepdog vignette (sorry, not sorry 😂): Andrew downshifted, leaned forward, then revved the Honda CBR; blowing past the Rite Aid through the stale amber light at the intersection. Another day, another car full of leftists he thought to himself as he shook his head, glancing in the rear view mirror to see…

  • Sheepdog Fan Fiction – Women & Whiskey

    Jaxon was jolted awake, instantly feeling like he needed his morning coffee more than usual. It could have been the regular “saving the world” type dreams he had that made him feel less rested, or maybe it was because he was already subconsciously annoyed by the sound of his girlfriend McKayleigh’s Macbook keyboard. She was…

  • Sheepdog Fan Fiction – Bruthers Will Be Bruthers

    See you in a bit, I’m headed to AutoZone!” exclaimed Jared to his fiance Karen. “Didn’t you already get the Punisher decals and that huge chrome Calvin urinating on the Toyota symbol last week?” she replied. “Hell yeah I did, I gotta upgrade to the racing brake pads though… for safety” he barely managed to…

  • Sheepdog Fan Fiction – Kyle Loves Tread

    I looked at this pic, and almost immediately created this Sheepdog fan fiction you can read below: Kyle pulled into the parking lot of the Best Western PLUS, making a hard left then pounding the gas pedal once; making the nearly bald tires on the Crew Cab Dodge Ram 1500 4×4 chirp loudly. Coming to…

  • AR-15 Charging Handle Bottle Opener And The 2nd Amendment Audit Sheepdog

    You used to shoot to get away from drinking.  Now apparently… 😬😬😬.  I wrote a fan fiction I hope you’ll cringe reading: “MODELOS FOR THE FELLAS. PACIFICOS FOR THE…” Brian paused briefly, hoping his girlfriend Carly would finish his sentence; she didn’t. Brian continued emphatically “HOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES” as he attempted a shuffleboard style slide of the…

  • Sheepdog Fan Fiction – Old Man Charles And The Shotgun

    A couple people sent me this pic, so I had to do another Sheepdog Fan Fiction. “They don’t want this smoke!” Charles muttered as he strutted on the deck, vaguely motioning to the outside world while looking over at Irene, his wife of 65 years. “Isn’t that what our grandson DeShawn says?” he asked. Irene…