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Joined Sep '04, USA

Anyway. Welcome to my abode. Please, R&R my stories. Ideas in reviews please. Any questions outside of my stories, send me a private message.

I do have a simple request: Please read all of my stories & tell me what you think. THANK YOU TO ALL WHO REVIEWED MY STORIES.

As far as my stories go, I'm going to finish all the stories I have up, reworking those that need reworked, before I put the new stories that I've started up.


Plot bunny list

Here is where I'm going to put any plot bunnies. For those who don't know, a plot bunny is basically an idea for a story. For some excellent examples, check out the fic "Odd ideas". I can't remember how to spell the first part of the author's name but it starts with "R" and the second word is Blot. I'll eventually do the same thing, but for now, this will work.

I only ask that if you want to take one of my ideas, please pm me or email me first and ask, as well as send me the link so I can post it up next to it. I'm welcome to more then one person taking my plot bunnies because each author has a unique writing style and that, I feel, is what makes good fics. I've read two different fics based off of the same plot bunny and both are excellent. Both are HP/Batman fics and the first is Harry Potter and The Dark Knight.

Memoirs of a Geisha

1. Mrs. Nitta dies after the okiya is re-opened, but before Hakone.

2. Nobu is either encouraged to take Sayuri on a walk in Hakone or does it on his on initiative and finds out about her past and her feelings for him and the Chairman.

3. Nobu is Mameha's donna instead of the Baron.

4. There is another geisha in the Nitta okiya along with Hatsumomo.

5. Hatsumomo decided that the way to stay in the okiya was to go through Sayuri versus Pumpkin

Star Wars

1. Ani was sworn by the old code that is mentioned by a couple of Star Wars/Harry Potter crossover fics, instead of the one that forbids relationships.

Star Trek: The Next Generation

1. Picard/Oc pairing with the girl from a matriarchal society-they either enter it both willing, unwilling or she's willing, he's not.


A bit about me:

Favorite musicals

CATS

Phantom of the Opera

Starlight Express

Anything Andrew Lloyd Webber

Many more than I can list

Anything Else:

Graduate of the University of Michigan-Flint; magician in training; I worked at Crossroads Village, a village made up of historical buildings from Genesee County, where I lived, with a railroad called the Huckleberry Railroad. PsychoSane'sGirl and I both worked there together my first year out there. Yes, I know her, from high school. She's my kindred, if a bit bratty at times, sister. I'm into Harry Potter, manga, anime, and many other things


I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am the girl whose friends no longer let me hug them when I told them I was bisexual.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it.

Thanks.


This story is about a little girl that was abused. If you care about it, and want things like this to stop then copy and paste it to your profile.

My name is sarah I am but three,

My eyes are swollen I cannot see,

I must be stupid I must be bad,

What else could have made My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly,

Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all I can't do a wrong

Or else I'm locked up All the day long

When I awake I'm all alone

The house is dark My folks aren't home.

When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice,

So maybe I'll get just One whipping tonight, don't make a sound!

I just heard a car My daddy is back From Charlie's Bar.

I hear him curse my name he calls

I press myself Against the wall.

I try and hide From his evil eyes

I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping He shouts ugly words,

He says its my fault That he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me And yells at me more,

I finally get free And I run for the door.

He's already locked it And I start to bawl,

He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken.

"I'm sorry!", I scream But its now much too late

His face has been twisted Into unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain again and again

Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops And heads for the door,

While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Sarah And I am but three,

Tonight my daddy, Murdered me.

Child Abuse, MAKE IT STOP!


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