
Welcome to the Fan Fiction area.
Many thanks to STF members Blood Stained Hearts and Lyra Lovett, who have got us off to a great start with two stories - Sweeney's Sentence and By The Sea? You can read their stories by clicking the links below, then you can give feedback by clicking the "What did you think" link.
Anyone is welcome to submit their own Sweeney Fan-Fic to the site - please email it to fanfic@sweeneytoddforum.org.uk. Please note that there might be a slight delay before your story is published - all submissions are subject to approval by BB.
Sweeney Todd in Australia

He sat on his filthy mat, a slight smile playing on his lips. Sweeney Todd’s mad feverish eyes seemed to dance as he smirked in the gloom. His clenched fists gave the only sign to his anxiousness. Silently, he mouthed the words, his name, for Barker was no more. Barker had been a kind and gentle man. The mad man who sat and smirked had blood on his hands, and he was glad of it. Sweeney Todd was a new name, a new beginning, an old grudge. “Soon…soon…” he murmured.
A mysterious connection between Sweeney Todd and Jack Sparrow!
“Mr. Todd you are hereby charged with the disappearances and murders of several men of
What's the story behind the song?
“Mr. T, did you have a good sleep last night?” asked Mrs. Lovett as she stepped into Sweeney Todd’s barbershop one Tuesday morning. “I didn’t hear you pacing around as much as normal, love.”
“Mmm hmm” muttered Mr. Todd from his perch in the barber chair, his eyes staring blankly out the huge window facing Fleet Street.
“I’ll take that as a yes then” Mrs. Lovett answered, walking up behind him and placing a hand on his stiff shoulder. Nothing Mr. Todd said or did today was going to spoil her perfectly good mood. All of the booming business they were recently receiving was really causing Mrs. Lovett to smile a lot lately, much to Mr. Todd’s annoyance. When Mr. T didn’t seem to be replying with much enthusiasm, she just couldn’t hold it in:
“Oooh Mr. Todd” she gasped, and gave him a quite forceful peck on the cheek. “I’m so happy!” another peck….
She was just lucky to get the wretch into the furnace before Mr. Todd came into the basement. He'd heard her scream, and like the gentleman he was rushed in to help her. She was actually quite humbled by the experience; Mr. Todd had never shown any real care towards her. Every "loving" comment he'd made seemed strangely sarcastic, almost sneering. Though, this time, his concern seemed genuine. Unfortunately, they never found Toby, and the lad that had been in the barber shop had fled long before they were able to return upstairs.
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