|Author(s):||CAC (alias, The Stinker), Cheryl Cohen|
|Date(s):||July 21, 1994|
|Length:||posted in 10 parts|
|External Links:||part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight; part nine; part ten|
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"Mulder & Scully battle a villain who is utilizing voodoo magic, and also deal with a jealous co-worker. Involves a little romance."
Some Fannish Communication, or Miscommunication
Yes, there were only a handful of X-Files stories that had been posted online at this time, but already the issue of fans riffing on each other's work was a topic.
A fan took issue with some sort of borrowed element from her story MIB (posted roughly a month before) and responded her complaint as this story was being submitted. Below is some communication, which was hampered by phone lines being cut off, messages being posted out of order, and the technical challenges of the time.
Hi Stinker, I have to say that I was certainly *surprised* when I read the intro to your story...and I can say, flattered that you picked up the thread from "MIB". Although I commend your creative efforts (fascinating story!) I have to ask, and not just you specifically, to please ASK ME next time if you are going to use elements of my work! I won't air my arguments here, but if you want to discuss this please feel free to e-mail me, I'd be happy to. Or if you'd rather flame it out here on the group, which might be a benefical thing to do for everyone, go for it =). 'preciate it. Peggy 
This is my first attempt at writing a story, so please be gentle. I'm not sure how to get in touch with the author of MIB, so I hope she or he doesn't mind that I used the party from the end of that story as a springboard. I also like to thank Billy Joel for the words and music to "So it goes." I am sure there are some mistakes in here even though I tried to keep them in check. If you see some let me know, all corrections are welcome. There are a few gross parts in this story, however, I did do some research on this and believe it or not, the information presented was fairly accurate. The "Process" mentioned in the story was actually thought to be connected with the "Son of Sam" and "Charles Manson" murders as well as many others. They were also involved with several major crime rings across the country.
And yes, people, there IS such a thing as "zombie poison" and the ingredients are totally disgusting.....and deadly, producing the same symtoms as described in the story. If you're really fed up with someone and want to put them on permanent "pause", this stuff is for you. If you want the recipe, look it up in "The Encyclopedia of Witchcraft" at the library....I don't want to be held responsible for any missing husbands, boyfriends, etc. Yuck....Also I had one hell of a time trying to post this thing.....I still don't know if it worked!!!! 
I am very new a this and admit to *many* mistakes. Thanks again for your understanding and "forgivenes." Still having trouble with E-mail and posting....can I be *that* dumb? Just electronically illiterate. Stinker, PS Netiquette will be observed in the future. 
Author's Notes: From the Print Zine
Some of the lengthy comments in the print zine regarding "Bokor Holiday":
Yes, my friends, believe it or not, there is life after sex. Two people who trust, respect, and love each other can work together without becoming total bumbling idiots. This did not seem to be a popular idea at the time I began to express my creativity in regard to X-Files fiction. I have to admit that in the first story that I wrote, I chickened out and only used my initials and screen name. Never having written a fictional story before, I was a little leery of my talent in that area and the responses of whoever might read the damn thing. But I figured, what the hell. You won't know until you try and I've always been one to at least give something new my best shot. Thus Bokor Holiday was born. I donned my asbestos suit and awaited the flames but lo and behold, to my surprise, the expected third-degree burns turned out to be only a minor singe and people actually liked what I had written. Go figure.