This is a story of He-Man, sex, and the early days of Internet fan-fiction, and how I became the most hated person in the Masters of the Universe community, but I am getting ahead of myself here.

This all took place during my college days, from 1996 to 1999, a magical time for me. Never in my life have so many people shown interest in what I do. Over one hundred thousand people visited my site, The Grayskull Library, and I was hooked on praise like an addict on heroin. At one point, the fan community was asked to list their favorite stories, and mine took the top three spots, winning 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place. This only confirmed what I had believed since the third grade, that I was destined to be an author. But I was a young, idealistic student attending the University of South Florida, pursuing a BA in English and an MA in History, and did not have to worry about restaurants, mortgages, or raising children. As far as I knew, my future was golden, and in a few years’ time, my novels would surely be selling all over the country.
Of course, my first site, Nick’s Story Page, did not go over well. It featured original content, including my first novel, The Nomad, but I was still new to the Internet and had yet to realize that nobody would ever find my book unless they already knew about it. This led me into the world of fan fiction, where I could connect with readers with similar interests. But for aspiring writers like myself, fan-fiction is a double-edged sword. You don’t have to come up with your own concept or setting, or even worry about readers liking your characters, but it’s a lot like plagiarism, a major sin in the literary world. Of course, my brain wasn’t always an idea factory. Even as a child, I preferred my own imaginary sandbox. He-Man was strictly for playing “episodes” with my toys. When it came time for pen and paper, I preferred heroes born from my own imagination, like the Red Panther and Dynotus. Given the dynamics of the Internet, however, I had no choice but to fall into fan-fiction, and even then, I often strayed from canon into new territory, to the point that fans sometimes criticized me for writing what was, to them, thinly veiled original content.
But for someone studying fiction at the collegiate level, my childhood inspiration, He-Man and the Masters of the Universe, was flat and 2-dimensional. Anyone familiar with the cartoon will tell you that He-Man’s motivation never extended beyond saving the day. He did not know love or regret, and he certainly did not think of sex. From the very beginning, my goal with my fan-fiction was to bring my heroes into the real world, to turn them into 3-dimensional beings with all of the emotional nuance and psychological baggage that makes for relatable characters.
The second thing I discovered about the Internet was an interest in erotica, which seemed more prevalent at the time, given that pornography was difficult to come by without a credit card. It was also common for people to seek out the kind of Superman/Wonder Woman “action” unavailable at local comic shops. But just like fan-fiction, writing erotica came with a stigma. While discovering that fan-fic + erotica was a recipe for winning readers, it was also a way to make enemies. For every ten letters praising my work, there was at least one piece of hate mail. To save my reputation, I went by a pseudonym, and for some inexplicable reason, chose the name of my childhood crush, Jennifer Thomas. It didn’t matter one bit that my fan-fiction was not attributed to me, since the stories were not entirely original and could never be published anyway.
I eventually found that writing erotica, with a focus on sex, was dull. And so I turned my attention to exploring other mature themes, like rape and death and parenting. In a way, I was still practicing, still learning how to write. In time, my He-Man fiction evolved into a series of interrelated plotlines that became The Jennifer Thomas Canon, and three stories from this canon won the fiction poll. By 1999, I figured I had enough fans to start my second original novel, The Dark Age of Enya. I planned to advertise it on my website, The Grayskull Library, and other He-Man related sites. Unfortunately, my pseudonym became known, and my prudish enemies found an even bigger ax to grind. I was not only a pornographer, they argued, but I was a liar. My reputation went down the tubes, and nobody from the MOTU community showed any interest in my novel except for one person, David Pasco, who remains a great friend to this day. Afterward, I attended regular fiction forums, where nobody had any problem with erotica, though they did have a problem with fan-fiction, which became a badge of disgrace nearly impossible to live down. It did not matter to the forum trolls that I had shelves of original work and that even my fan-fic was much less “fan” than “fic”.
Time, of course, has a wonderful way of changing perspectives. People are much more open in expressing sexuality, and fan-fiction has lost much of its stigma, owing to the fact that many great writers started out the way I did. Most notable is E.L. James’ Fifty Shades of Grey, which not only borders on pornography but started out as Twilight fan-fiction. Publishers finally figured out what I had decades before: fandom + sex = readers. Maybe if I’d bothered to change the names in my Jennifer Thomas canon, I’d be a millionaire today.
After almost two decades and three original books, I finally feel the disgrace of my literary past wearing off. If there is anything truly embarrassing about The Jennifer Thomas Canon today, it’s the quality of the writing itself, because I still had much to learn at the time.
If you’re interested in my work from twenty years ago, you can find links to the stories below (as I post them), all dated to the time they were written, except for The Amazon (sorry), which I admit to being too terrible for anyone to see! Also included: rough versions from an off-site link at FanFiction.net. Check back often as fiction is added!

Boy, that David Pasco guy sure sounds cool.
I fondly remember reading those stories so many years ago. In fact, I think I pulled an all nighter to finish Rain.
Which three stories won fan's choice, by the way?
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I think Rain was #1, #2 was The Krelm, followed by She-Ra and Fisto. But I could be mistaken; it was a long, long time ago. This was also before Prince Regan was written, so that wasn't even in the running.
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Hi Nick,
I just wanted to say that I loved your He-Man stories back in the day.
I was wondering do you have links to the stories: RAIN, DECADENCE, and Prince Regan?
I fondly remember them and would love to read them again.
Thanks,
Adam
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WOW! Talk about a BLAST from the past. I wrote this post 11 years ago, in reference to stories I wrote nearly 30 years ago. I have to admit, it’s pretty damn flattering to learn some people still remember the stuff I wrote in college … although I’d like to think I am a much better writer today.
To be honest, I am not sure where those stories are linked anymore (is Fanfic.net still a thing?) but feel free to email me; I might be able to send you a copy via PDF.
BTW, my original fans know how much MOTU has inspired the Aenya series. All the races of Aenya are loosely based in Eternia: the merquid (Mer-Man), bird men (Avians), halfmen (Beastman), and Snake Men. The cyborg at the end of AoA is called Horde. Xandr is basically a naked He-Man and Thelana’s name and reddish hair are derived from Teela. My latest book, The Feral Girl, features plant people called Stillfolk (Moss Men). There are many more hidden Easter Eggs but I won’t recount them here.
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Hi Nick,
Thanks for responding to me.
The Aenya series sounds interesting, I’ll have to try it out.
I emailed you at alimonosbooks@gmail.com?
Was that the right address?
Thanks so much.
Look forward to hearing from you.
regards
Adam
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Hi Adam,
Yes, that is the correct email address.
I just finished formatting those old stories, adding drop caps, and compiling the entire canon into a single PDF file — and I have to admit, it’s a big, steaming pile of shit. It surprises me knowing how many people loved reading this stuff, and I can only assume we were blinded by our love of all things MOTU and our adolescent preoccupation with sex.
My brain was an imaginative nuclear power plant back then, but my writing skills were mediocre to passable. No wonder my foray into traditional publishing, The Dark Age of Enya, met with a brick wall.
Today, this dreck pollutes Amazon’s servers and gives indie authors a bad name. I suppose I was lucky to not have self-publishing back then.
That being said, without the MOTU fanfic era, I would not be where I am today. Those old stories were a stepping stone to The Dark Age of Enya, which helped me write Ages of Aenya, The Princess of Aenya, The Feral Girl, and the book I am currently working on. Each book taught me something more about the craft.
Check your inbox for the PDF, but I’d rather you not share it with anyone, because it really doesn’t represent the author I am today. Still, I hope you enjoy it for what it is.
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