My Explosive Chris Noth Page
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Well, hello there. I'm assuming if you're reading this that you are a huge and enthusiastic fan of the incomperable Chris Noth, a talented and gorgeous man who deserves a site soley for and about him. Now, keep in mind that the stories you'll find here will not have anything to do with his roles on "Law & Order" and "S*x and the City." I have fan fiction sites for detective Mike Logan, as well as "Mr. Big", which I will list at the bottom of this page, so this one will concern itself with original characters being portrayed, characters which come solely and completely from my imagination.If you're like me, you want to see Chris Noth in many roles, playing people totally alien from the man himself. Now, I won't claim that these stories are all happy and light-hearted. Some are excruciatingly difficult to absorb. Have I piqued your interest yet? I certainly hope so, for this project is a labour of love for my very favourite actor. He's not only gorgeous to look at, but his acting talents are extraordinary. He's played so many different types of roles that it's pretty near impossible to lump them all together. Remember his role as Carl on "Touched By An Angel"? I found that show extremely painful to watch and had to keep reminding myself that it was just fiction.
That is what I want you to do with the stories you'll find on this site, for they can be very sad and disturbing. I'm enjoying my "Chris Sites" and hope that you will keep coming back for more. Chris is a method actor, as is Marlon Brando and the late James Dean. This means that he delves deep inside his soul to extract emotions and characterizations. He's mesmerizing to watch, because he literally becomes the role he's playing. There are, along with short stories, three novellas-in-progress. Actually, this site still needs a great deal of work, so please bear with me while I get organized. These writings will, hopefully, elicit feelings of joy, sadness, fear and astonishment. If the entertainment industry keeps a tight creative reign on Noth, he can really let loose with my stories. Here are some yummy Chris pictures to gaze at before delving into my fan fiction:
If THAT doctor is in the house, then let me be sick!
This is one of my particular favourites.
Ah, the man of my dreams. Well, I've decided to put my Chris Noth fantasy on this page. Remember, you can submit your own if you wish. I love reading other fans' writing. I find it inspirational and it offers a kind of "cyber-closeness". Here it is: Here I am, daydreaming my life away as the supposed paramour of none other than the highly underrated and deliciously sexy actor named Christopher David Noth. No, I am not crazy---and I am fully aware that I may very well never meet this talented and terribly intense individual, so..........I’ve decided to write a cybernovel on what might happen if we did meet. Of course, this is all strictly my imagination running wild here and so please don’t take the following story as true or that it may, in fact, actually occur some day. I’m a dreamer but not a fool---that’s why the novel, to release some of my pent-up frustration in a tale that embodies all of my happy hours spent wondering just what it might be like. One balmy New York afternoon, I wandered down a busy and congested street, amid screetching tires, loud, raunchy rap music blaring through open car windows and horms blasting up such a frenetic storm that all of this incredibly din nearly drove me headfirst into a bona-fide, bone-rattling anxiety attack. Finally, I reached Central Park. Now, I’d heart many different interpretations of this notorious, green oasis in the midst of jutting high rises and asphalt. Some had warned me not to walk alone in the park alone, even in the middle of the day. I thought this to be just a wee bit guarded and exaggerated. Others said that as long as I wasn’t caught jogging before sumrise in a skimpy halter top with really short shorts, I had nothing to worry about. Throwing caution to the proverbial wind, I progressed into the lush greenery and sat down to engage in one of my favourite activities: Feeding the squirrels. Now, many people subscribe to the theory that squirrels are no more than rats with pretty tales and if you cut them off, they would lose their cuteness fast. Well, I couldn’t imagine doing something as heinously inhumane as chopping a little squirrel’s tail off, so I just refused to pay credance to such nonsense and cruelty. After the little critters had munched their way through every piece of bread I had on my person, I arose from the bench and began walking along one of the paths, thinking about how stupid I was to not dress for a good run. Well, it was the peak of daylight, after all. Surely no flasher or rapist would be stalking me at high noon, would they? Then, as I stooped down to retie a shoelace that had come undone, I had the strangest sensation, as though someone I knew was standing next to me, smiling. Since I’d come to New York with my friend, Kelly and she was spending her sunny day indoors shopping at every boutique she could find, I knew it was nobody from my life in London, Ontario, Canada. Shifting myself into a standing position, I nearly swallowed my gum when I recognized those gorgeous, large hazel eyes with the sad cast to them. Could it be? Was I meant to be this lucky? Or should I run like hell? There could be no doubt who this man was and nothing could have prepared me for this golden opportunity that only happens in those nauseating romance novels. I moved my lips to talk, but they felt as though they were constructed of Silly Putty. Flustered and so nervous that I could feel my feet sweat, I eventually controlled my rubbery lips and said, simply and with decidedly flat tones, “Um, you’re Chris Noth, aren’t you?” I could have kicked myself for that lame introduction. I mean, as if the guy didn’t know his own name. I continued, like a freight train out of control that has to keep barrelling down the track at a frantic pace. “It is you, isn’t it?” God, that was even worse. I thought that it might be exercising the better part of valour to shut my big trap up for once and let him talk. But did I really want to know what he was going to say to me? To my intense relief, Chris smiled that killer grin of his and remarked, “Yes, it’s me. You all by yourself here?” He was actually concerned for me! “If you are, I strongly suggest you not keep that Walkman blasting in your ear. You need to keep your ears pricked up all the time. This place isn’t even safe in the daylight anymore.” I was overcome with giddiness and felt like a slobbering dog who’s just met his master again after many months apart. “Well, I, well---I didn’t think anything of it.” Then, I found that I couldn’t resist adding, “You played detective Mike Logan for too long. You think this is a city full of perps.” How lame could I get, for crying out loud? To my relief and delight, Chris smiled. Yes, the one and only Christopher David Noth was laughing at something I said! Could life get any better? “That may very well be the case, but I’m just using common sense. You’re not from New York, are I wondered how I could be that transparent. Did all visitors to this city look as out of place as a chicken dinner at a PETA benefit? “As a matter of face, I’m Canadian,” I replied, expecting Chris to launch into that silly song, “Blame Canada.” Thankfully, he didn’t and now that there was a brief lull in the conversation, I said to Chris what I felt I would tell him, particularly after reading on the Internet that he was often less-than-friendly to fans who wanted autographs and/or pictures. Taking a deep, cleansing breath, I remarked, “You know, Chris, I really don’t want anything from you. I know that it must seem that a lot of your fans want you to sign pictures after your play on Broadway and have to have a picture taken with you embracing them as if you were their long-lost brothers or sisters. I just want to give you something---a hug. Can I give you a big bear hug, Chris?” Well, that proved to be the ticket to Chris’s kindness and generosity. “It’s really refreshing to have one of my fans say what you just did. It seems that, all of a sudden, everyone wants a piece of me, a part of me that they can claim for their own. I didn’t get into the business to be fawned over and become some kind of celebrity pretty-boy. God knows I’m not great looking.” I couldn’t stand by and let that self-deprecating comment go by. “Chris, you truly are way too hard on yourself. I mean, here you are, this phenomenal actor with the world at your feet and you think you suck, basically. What can I say to erase those negative self-impressions for you?” I didn’t want to go on about his cute looks, because I’ve gathered, from what I’ve read about Chris Noth, that he doesn’t want to be seen as a “hunk.” Besides, he didn’t think he was good-looking either. What had happened to him in the past to make him be so self-loathing? He is so wrong----Chris is a big guy and it really suits him. Personally, I'm not that fond of skinny men. I like someone I can curl up on and feel safe and warm. To be continued... Yes, there's more to come, but this is what I've written so far. Here's some cool pictures of Chris. What can I say? He's gorgeous, whether he thinks so or not, right, ladies?
That last one's a personal favourite. ;) Just below you will find this seemingly endless letter that I wrote to Chris awhile back. I couldn't believe it when I finished and it turned out to be over six typed pages in length! You aren't obligated to peruse the entire thing---you can skip down to the story links---because it would be a shame if I put you all to sleep. Even if Chris never responds, I can still hold onto the knowledge that he MAY have at least read it. Hope he has a lot of free time. Now that his Broadway stint is over, Da Man might be able to catch up on his fans' words of respect and admiration. Ready? Here goes:
Dear Chris:My Super-Long Letter To Mr. NothDISCLAIMER:This is a l-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-n-g letter, but one filled with great stuff for a man who’s stolen my heart, (and other parts of my anatomy), so will you please, whoever is reading this, give it to Chris? Then it’s his choice whether or not he reads it. Just please give him the choice. Thanks. It would give me such a lift during quite trying times. Thank you very much . This world has a great deal of ugliness and shallowness in it, so any kind of pleasant diversion, like looking forward to something or someone. I just got out of the hospital after being very ill and I want Chris to know that he had an important hand in my recovery.
Dear Chris, Well, to begin with, the disclaimer at the introduction of this is to strongly encourage whoever is reading this to give this poor sucker an even break. I know that someone has a job to plow through all these silly fan letters and then, probably after reading the first sentence or so, whip off an autographed picture to placate us and prove to all his fans that, “Hey, he got my letter! Chris actually read something I wrote and that is sooooo cool!” The cold, hard reality is that the guy didn’t even see the strategically-designed envelope, specifically designed to catch the sleepily sexy, adorable actor with that deliciously pouty lower lip and those gigantic, “I can tell what you’re thinking just by looking at you” eyes. “(Uh-huh, some of my sentences run on like a babbling brook). So you see, I didn’t just tumble off the proverbial turnip truck. Still, I will write this epistle as if you, Chris are actually reading it; otherwise, what’s the point of investing all the forthcoming wit, verbosity and imagination, right? This is likely as far as you are going to go, oh “Chris-answer-all-that-freaking-mail” individual. No disrespect to you, of course, but, please give this poor Canadian shmuck a break and let Da Man himself take a gander at this missive. After all, my country got seriously maligned with the oft-quoted South Park Oscar-nominated tune, “Blame Canada.” As a born-and-raised Canuck, I require some serious emotional balm, ‘kay? Man, this all sounds so pathetic, but I’m a desperate gal----that or an incredibly nervy and obnoxious one. Chris, you don’t know me from a frosted cookie, but I’ve been transfixed by your talent, charisma and those phenomenal looks for several years now. I didn’t watch Law and Order from its onset, as I just figured, “Oh, brother, another lame cop show”, but an e-mail friend urged me, in 1995, to give it a try because of this “hotter than hot hunny of a hunk”. Since I had no boyfriend at the time, having lost one in the recent past, I decided to take a look and see what all the drooling was about. Needless to say, another saliva-fest occurred when I got an eyeful of the brash, angry, sexist, tough but adorable Detective Mike Logan. Unfortunately, that was your last season, but when A&E began rerunning the show four times every weekday, well, I figured I’d discovered heaven on earth. (Yes, perhaps I should get a life). Actually, I have one, as a published writer of an admittedly dark and disturbing autobiography, showcasing my not-so-jocular side. If you ever have a stretch of time with absolutely nothing to do---I mean, we’re talking ABSOLUTELY NOTHing, you can order the pathetic waste of the rain forest’s trees at Amazon.com. Or your local bookstore. Be sure to wrap it in brown paper as if this were the early 1960's and you were clutching a much-anticipated copy of “Tropic Of Capricorn to your breast. Entitled, “Let Me Make It Good: A Chronicle Of My Life With Borderline Personality Disorder”. Actually, it’s kind of neurotic to knock my own work, but everybody does it, including you. R.E.M. gave me the rights to the first part of the book’s title for free. It’s a line from one of their songs, “World Leader Pretend” with which I strongly identify. Mighty thoughtful and kind of them, eh? Here are some of the lyrics, which include my title: “This is my mistake. Let me make it good. I raised the wall. And I will be the one to knock it down.” Mighty thoughtful of them, eh? Oh, by the way, that film, “Girl Interrupted”, was about that particular illness. I’m sure you quite remember the star, the one-and-only winsome Winona, as in Ryder. I believe the lady propositioned you. Must have given you a real lift. Well, hell, why shouldn’t she? I was kinda hoping that something would click for you two, as I think you would be a lot better off. Well, being on a disability pension sucks, which is why the manuscript I’m working on had better allow me to be financially independent again. I’ll likely never be rich, but have no desire to be. I’d just give it all away like I do now, even though the cash runs out before the end of the month and it’s time to live on peanut butter and crackers again. Lennie Briscoe likes maccaroni; I get off on pb&Cr. Simple tastes for simple....well, in my case anyway----minds.
Want to hear a funny joke, in keeping with your Mike Logan persona? Well, here it is anyway, regardless: What is the definition of copulation? Answer: Sex between two consenting policemen. No, I didn’t make it up, but it never fails to amuse the hell out of me. From what I have read in “Law and Order: The Unofficial Companion”, you weren’t exactly George Dzunza’s biggest fan, you nearly decked poor Michael Moriarty (he’s Canadian too----told you we get no respect *sob*), and you sure get off on that infamous f-word. Man, take that out of the English language and you’d practically be mute! (In case you haven’t noticed by now, I am not sucking up to you or doing any of this “star ass-kissing” crap. Celebrity for celebrity’s sake does not impress me much. I know a lot of musicians, including Burton Cummings (if you haven’t heard of this Canadian former lead singer for the Guess Who, then shame on you), Bryan Adams (a real sweetie. particularly after a few drinks and Michael Stipe (really intense, shy and brilliant---I call him Mr. Clean With Attitude, because of his shaved head). Having said that, I would love to meet you, but I can’t afford to visit NYC. It’s not really that far from here and boy, would I just LOVE to be front row centre to see you in “The Best Man.” ( Hey, great role for you, by the way!)
(Heheheh), I’m in a kind of manic state these days and, as is my wont during those times, I have a whole bunch of projects going on. The physical stuff includes five or six hours per day of power walking (I can do 11-minute miles which is nearly as fast as I run and people don’t make fun of my “silly walks’ anymore, as the sport is rapidly taking over running. I race walk marathons and a few years ago we couldn’t. I’m aiming for the NYC one next year.) Now this brings me to a point I’d like to make about you: What’s all this nonsense about exercising yourself into the ground with this sadistic trainer person? Do you honestly think you are fat or something? I know you have been quoted as saying something along the lines of, “I’ll never be a sex symbol. That’s just not going to happen. I can just see the article in People now: ‘Chris Noth: Body By Budweiser’”. Pleeeeeeeeze don’t think that way. It’s one thing to be self-deprecating, but it’s another to blatantly put yourself down. Not everyone is naturally a Tom Cruise or Mel Gibson body type. You is what you is and your fans adore you just as you are. Trying to make yourself into something or somebody else can lead to serious eating disorders. I recently wrote a letter to the aforementioned People magazine about their 200th cover this year, it seems, on the skinniness of Hollywood affected Joe Public. I basically said, “Enuff already!!” and then at the end said that I was being treated for an eating disorder right now (which is true) and that they should congratulate themselves for getting another convert. Hey, they’ll never print something that vituperative, but it was beneficial getting it off my sunken chest. Sure, keep running five or six miles a day but don’t buy into this appearance crap. It’s what’s INSIDE that matters and you are beautiful both inside and out. That’s not lip service or butt-smooching----it’s the truth, okay? End of the lecture part of this epic letter that you probably won’t ever see.
By the way, do you have a computer yet? If not, you must be one of the few people on this planet without one. Of course, anyone who builds a log cabin by hand in the woods a la Grisly Adams likely feels he can exist quite happily without such things as e-mail, Usenet (stay away from that mine field) and web-surfing. However, were you ever to take the cybernetic plunge, you’ll find all these wonderful sites featuring yours truly. You are by far the most popular of the “Law and Order” cast, past and present, like it or not. I hope you are happy. Most people these days aren’t terribly comfortable with their lives. You can have all the money, talent, adulation and attention in the world and you can still be miserable. No, I’m not playing shrink here or lecturing you as if I were your mother (a classic example would be Jerry Seinfeld’s television mother, who said more than once: “Jerry, everyone likes you! Why wouldn’t anyone like you?”) Remember that episode? You seem the type to go for a good comedy and that was one of the best. And......if you happen to be surfing about the cybernetic jungle (I’m assuming you’ve given in and purchased a PC), here’s my website. (Ooh, Jane’s getting tackier and tackier. First the book title and now this. I’m not surprised if you fancy me an egomaniac. I’d show you my Noth fiction one but it’s just getting started and is currently about as exciting as watching my cat take a leak. (It’s kind of fun the first few times but gets old real fast. Ha ha)
If you signed the guestbook I’d likely faint dead away or lapse into a coma of ecstatic jubilation. Then the folks here at the group home would think I was having another grand mal seizure. HINT HINT HINT.
What do you do for excitement and/or relaxation besides sports and hanging out with friends? I had you pegged as an animal lover even before I found out how much you love dogs. I’m a cat person myself, owning two of the best felines ever produced during a feline gang rape, but dogs are fantastic too. I’m a member of the Animal Alliance, which is affiliated with Animal Rights. People figure we’re all crazy fanatics and either write us off completely or blame us when some nutbar blows up a lab because they tested perfume on rabbits. Come to think of it, a L&O episode featuring yourself started out with you and Jerry Orbach figuring a woman’s murder was the work of animal rights activists. I just sighed and said to my roommate, “Geez, my favourite show is kicking me in the chops”. This letter is getting tedious. Time for some creative stuff. Of course, what I’m likely to end up telling my fellow “Noth groupies” (that’s my e-mail address: nothgroupie@wwdc.com) that “Hey, I wrote Chris this priceless, funny, informative letter and all I got was this f------- autographed photo”. Life just ain’t fair, but what are ya gonna do? Oh, to the phantom individual who gets this, I seriously doubt if you’re still reading, so I feel kind of foolish prattling on and on. However, I have some free time right now (actually, I’m procrastinating from working on my novel but don’t tell Mosaic Press) so I’ve decided to show you some projects on which I am working which would be terrific (if I do say so myself) vehicles for you, even though you’ve most assuredly got your hands full with “Sex and the City” and “The Best Man” on the Great White Way. I advise you not to listen to the Goo Goo Dolls latest song, “Broadway” because, like a lot of rock music these days, it’s depressing as hell. Remember when rock and roll used to be fun? Sure, I .like a good, introspective and angst-drenched song now and again, but please, when artists like Lennie Kravitz were originally told that their material was “too upbeat”, then you know full well that there is definitely something terribly wrong with this generation. You’re my age so you endured the same political and personal maelstrom as I did---well, we were a bit young for Woodstock and civil rights, but do I remember terrible things like the assassinations of President Kennedy, the Reverend Martin Luther King, Jr. and Bobby Kennedy, on whom I had a teenybopper crush just before he was shot. God, those were bad times for good people. If I were American I would definitely be a Democrat. I was happy to read that you were too and have no more desire than I for yet another Bush in the White house. We have to contend with this dickweed called Stockwell Day, running for the Alliance party here in Canada. Get this: He wants the death penalty back (I so don’t believe in it at all), no rights for homosexuals, no government support for unwed mothers and no abortions. True, abortion should not be used as a form of birth control, but if a man knocks up his own daughter, then it becomes a question of the poor girl having to bring a baby to term that was conceived during incest. I remember your last episode on Law and Order, when you punched out the crooked politician? Well, I’m sorely tempted to do likewise to that stormy Day if he gets into power. (But I’m such a wuss I’d back down at the last minute).
Oh yeah, I was talking about roles for you wasn’t I? I’m a very hyper person with verbal diarrhea, even in print, but I will try to focus. Let me preface all that by saying that here in Canada, we don’t get much of the stuff you’ve done except the two television shows I’ve mentioned. I am going to order tapes of films and television parts you’ve had, as soon as I save up the money. I’m moving into my own place from a group home and every penny counts right now. I did catch “Abduction: A Father’s Love”, which I thoroughly enjoyed, except for all the smoking. No, no, no, I’m not one of those ex-smokers who think they’re all high and mighty and go around preaching about the evils of tobacco, but I do get concerned for peoples’ health. You’re just five months older than I am, but we are getting up there and......Oh, shut up, Jane. Chris has probably been told all this a million times by his mother. Did I mention I had project options for you? Finally, here they are, if you’re still awake: Having sworn off any sequels to my squalid autobio, I am concentrating fully now on novels and screenplays. (Taken many courses and attended a week-long screen writing seminar in Ottawa several years ago where we got hands-on training and hobnobbed with the likes of Atom Egoyan. I sure hope you’ve heard of him-----he’s Canada’s foremost screenwriter/director). Anyhow, the manuscript is entitled “Feast Of the Philistines” and is about the aforementioned Usenet nightmare on the web. It’s heavily based in reality and concerns a 33-year-old woman’s hopeless entanglement in a bizarre newsgroup and the psychiatrist who tries to change a lifetime of her self-destructiveness, becoming emotionally involved to the point where she actually dramatically affects his life. The entire novel is done with e-mail, newsgroup postings and other Internet goodies. The shrink is the prototype of my doctor, a man named Michael Milo who looks something like you and has charisma to burn. He’s gotten to know me quite well and vice versa and, well, there’s definitely some chemistry there. Most of my book will be the flights of my extremely overactive imagination, but it would be so very, very cool if you would take the part of Milo. My character is younger---in fact, the age everyone thinks I am, which is 33 or less. I even got carded two days before my 36th birthday while trying to buy a bottle of wine. The guy thought I was using fake ID! I should have been flattered but was pissed when he wouldn’t sell it to me. Looking very young and being really small (98 pounds at 5'3") doesn’t warrant one a helluva lot of respect. You look very, very youthful too and I wish you would keep your hair grey and look a bit scruffy. I find that so incredibly sexy in a guy (in a woman it would be pretty freaky, actually).
I am also developing a series ( Hey, David E. Kelly can’t have the entire television schedule, after all) and it’s perfect for you. In a nutshell, it concerns a recently released psychiatric patient who struggles to put his life back together and encounters people with many problems who, at first, are leary of him, knowing his background, but then realize that he is wiser and more compassionate because he had a breakdown. Yeah, I write a lot about mental illness, but they say to write what you know, so.... As the eternal optimist, I’m imagining that Mr.Big is reading this and not someone else. In closing (did you ever think I’d shut up?), let me just say......WOW! Also, if you ever happen to venture north of the 49th parallel to a semi-metropolitan town of London, Ontario, look for the skinny woman with the yellow Walkman and the t-shirt that says, “I just ate Mr. Big.” Naw, it ain’t really dirty----we have a chocolate bar with that very name here. Think about it. Tell Sarah Jessica Parker to get hold of some----or I can mail you a bar or two----to use on the show. Hell, Cynthia Nixon’s character, Miranda, can put one in her “goodie drawer.” I’m going to take a page out of Columbo’s book and go, “There’s just one more thing....”: I love poetry too and it was my work that caught the attention of my publisher in 1987. It’s all very, very dark but I have made up that’s more in keeping with my pensive side of late.
The Nothman ComethA Poem For CutieThere seemed to be no loving left.The world had somehow shifted. All people seemed so damned bereft, We needed spirits lifted.
Then someone special came to town.
I told him that the sun had gone.
“Just what has happened to this place?
The stranger’s name was Mr. Noth,
He didn’t mean with pretty things,
“So beauty was within”, I thought.
I’d been the person on the run,
The Nothman took me in his arms,
In other words, it seemed to me, Jane Wanklin, 2000. This is a poem inspired from your awesomely powerful role on “Touched By An Angel” and in my work YOU are the angel. Believe it or not, my friend, you have helped take me out of the darkness and into the light. Seeing you on television is a welcome diversion and cheers this individual up immensely. (And if you tell anyone I have a soft side, I’ll deck ya). Ha ha. Sincerely, jane
Well, folks, if you've managed to plow through this novel-length letter, you'll see that once I get typing, I just go on and on and on.....etc. I mean, how interested could he be in my meanderings and talk about original series and my book anyway? But, you know: I can dream, can't I?
Attention Chris Noth Fans!
On this site, there will be a number of short stories as well. I have made some headway on the ones listed on the link just below this and should have them completed by next week: Here we have a proposition for a new series, starring Chris Noth, of course. I've gotten a start on it, so if anyone wants to check out what I've written so far, it can be found by clicking the link below:
The Spirallers: Life In A Metropolitan Mental Hospital Chapter One: The Minotaur Awakens This story is also on its way toward completion and concerns the subject of borderline personality disorder:
Borderline Blues A Fractured Life Revisited
Well, FINALLY I have the first four chapters of my novel-in-progress completed and I've posted them here. The title of this work is: "The Disappearing Act: One Man's Battle With Anorexia This one is an introduction of sorts. It will give you an idea of where I am going with this work. The links to the four chapters are listed on this page, but they can be accessed at the bottom of each page as well.
Chapter One The Bare Bones Chapter Two Meeting Daryl Simon In New York City Chapter Three Daryl Simon's Haunting Transparency Chapter Four The Slender Trap The link below will take you to a brand new story---a work-in-progress:
Opening An Emotional Vein: An Original Story Featuring Chris Noth Here are some more of my literary sites. They all have one thing in common: Chris Noth. If you are crazy about this guy, you should enjoy the journey:
Plaid, Leather & A Flag Pin Original Fan Fiction Based On the "Law & Order" Character, Mike Logan Touched By An Angel Original Fan Fiction Based On the Popular Television Series The Nothman Cometh Original Fan Fiction Based On "S*x & the City Paranormal Pessimism Produces Passion and Paranoia Original "X-Files" Fan Fiction Want to write? Here I am: Noth-Literature HaikuThe Noth Man Cometh.A soul for all emotions. I hope he feels mine. Enigmacat.
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