bluedogeyes asked: Use your literary super powers and write a little fanfic /short story about me
No one knew exactly where Daniel’s beard had come from. It was rather embarrassing trying to explain this to strangers, since most people are aware of how body hair works. You don’t shave, it grows. This is how it worked for most people for at least a million years, and we assume the same for most of our primate ancestors, though the fossil record can’t prove whether they had access to razors or not (nor cared enough about personal hygiene). It’s generally accepted by the great scientific minds of our time that left to its own devices, hair will inevitably grow, sometimes coming in thick and lustrous and liable to be molded into all manner of pomps, curls, and fros, while other times popping up in less than desirable regions of the body. Most people believed the scientists knew what they were talking about when they said this was a natural part of the life process and never thought about it again.
Which is why Daniel was so strange, as he had been born with his beard. Considered a medical marvel, many exalted him as the Chosen Beard of our time, that he was destined to be the beard that would lead all other beards to greatness. Soon, his home was constantly encircled in the flowers left by the devout, who would sometimes make great pilgrimages to just get a glimpse of his wirey chin hairs. As a child, it was hard for Daniel to understand why people were expecting divine things from him, as he was facing a dark side to his facial predicament as well: some thought Daniel an anomaly, a genetic aberration or worse: a secret government experiment hoping to gain control of society’s rampant hair growth. For if you control the Beard of a Man, do you not control the Man himself?
His life was a constant struggle between messiah and mutant, divinity and deviant, Beard or…. No Beard? That was the day Daniel finally decided to take his destiny back into his own hands, to deprive the world of the thing they most adored and feared. Taking pills for his anxiety, Daniel stared at the face in the mirror, wondering just what was underneath that hairy visage staring back… He raised the razor to his face, his hand trembling, sweat dripping down his temples like condensation, just one swipe, he thought to himself…. one swipe to set himself free from the world and its mighty expectations of him….
Does he succeed? Will Daniel recognize his baby face? Does he even have a face at all or is he all beard? Find out next time! Same Beard Place! Same Beard Channel!
Part of my ill named collection of fanfic: 50 shades of bluedog. Send your fanfiction now.