Creative Impulses

An overview of my Creative Writing Class

2005-12-09T19:25:00.000-08:00

Best english type class I've ever had. I got to write my stories or fragments of my stories. Which is something I don't get to do usually, because my regular english classes have little writing involved and its almost always an essay. But I enjoyed it. I love writing. I'd take the class again if I could. And that's about all I have to say.

Blogging in the Classroom

2005-12-09T18:23:00.000-08:00

My creative writing class was the first in our district to have writing in a blog as a part of the class. For the most part, I enjoyed the experience. I would have rathered to have more blog posts where I could write anything I like, but it was a class thing. I'm lucky to have had as much freedom as I did. Anyways, I liked it, wished more classes had it, and I plan to continue writing in this blog in the future. But even if I don't, we'll always have the memories. Though, if anyone's interested, once in a blue moon I post my full stories on a website known as Fanfiction.net or the companion site: fictionpress.net, under the name "Music Freak".

Young Love

2005-12-09T10:54:00.000-08:00

“You know, I didn’t always love Zuko. Actually, up until I turned 6, I hated him. He was always so serious and constantly scolded me for ‘acting frivolous.’” - Maiko

“So what made you decided you loved him?” -Katara

“Well, it happened 8 years ago.”
~~~
6-year-old Maiko was being dragged toward the Fire Palace for a playdate with her fiancé, the Crown Prince Zuko. “But Mommy! I don’t wanna play with Zuko! He’s mean!”

Her mother sighed experatedly. “Sometimes, we have to do things we don’t want to for the greater good, Sweetie.”

“But why?”

She sighed again and turned swiftly toward her daughter. “Just try to get along with Prince Zuko today, all right?”

Little Maiko gave in. “Ok Mommy.” She ran out into the garden to attempt at making nice with her much aggravating playmate.

Prince Zuko watched with dread as Maiko came running toward him. “Why must I be forced to play with her, Uncle? I should be perfecting my firebending or training to become the next Firelord. Not playing with a silly little girl!”

“Now, Prince Zuko, you should be nicer to Lady Maiko. You might end up stuck with her for the rest of your life.”

Zuko groaned disgustedly. He stared as she slowly made her way up toward him. He sneered when she waved energetically at him. In a last minute decision, he began running off in the opposite direction.

Behind him, Maiko frowned. She hadn’t really wanted to play ‘Chase’. “Zuko! Wait for me!” She gathered up her skirt and ran faster to catch up with the runaway prince.

Zuko briefly looked over his shoulder to Maiko surely gaining on him. He gave his body a shove and begun sprinting.

The insides of Maiko’s shoes contracted and pinched the bottom of her feet until she could feel blisters starting to form. Her chest was heaving and her lungs burned like she had just swallowed a bunch of hot coals. Her leg muscles tightened and threatened to lock up. “Zuko! Please… stop! I… can’t… run that fast!”

Zuko ignored her cries and ran faster, laughing. In the distant, he heard a loud thud and Maiko’s anguished cries. He halted on the spot and whirled around. “Maiko?”

She laid face down in the dirt, crying and coughing uncontrollable. Zuko knelt down beside her and patted her on the back in a meager attempt to calm her. Her cough became increasingly volatile as she started hyperventilating. She started gagging from a lack of oxygen. Her lungs ached for air, sending pain coursing through her body, causing her to cry harder. Zuko watched this display worriedly. He hugged her. “I’m sorry, Maiko. I should have stopped.” Her crying ceased and she regained control over her breathing.

“I… I can’t feel my ankle.” She said, trying to hold back the new onslot of tears that insisted upon coming. Zuko examined her ankle. A thorn vine had tangled up around it. Carefully, he peeled the vine off her skin. She winced in pain as the thorns tore bits of her skin.

Zuko ran his finger over the wounds. He tore a strip of fabric off his shirt. He started bandaging the ankle. “This is all my fault. I’m sorry.” He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her ankle. She flushed a deep red.

Alternate Ending for 'Casualties of War'

2005-12-05T10:51:00.000-08:00

Casualties of War. Ah... my beloved Harry Potter fanfic. My masterpiece. It has just about reached its peak and should be written very soon. *Contented sigh* However, it managed to create two different endings for itself. One, I was pushed and mantipulated by my dear friend into writing. It had the makings of a great trashy romance novel, albiet dark. The other, was my brain child and will be the official ending. My main character developes schizophrenia and a case of fugue. She's never heard from again.

Anywho, this is the alternate ending and thus sort of a spoiler, but I doubt any of you will ever read the completed verison.

*Alternate Ending*
As everyone hurried to their seats, the black double doors opened one last time. He lifted his head in hopes that it was her; that she would keep her promise. His hopes were dashed when the one to stroll in was none other than his cousin. Her usual ponytail was knotted up in an elegant bun. Her casual clothes traded for a dark, solemn robe. Despite, all that had happened, she appeared to still have most of her sanity. In spite of the atrosities of her crimes, she was left unpunished simply because her enemies had also been the Ministery's enemies.His heart fell. He had not wanted his merciless cousin. He wanted her.

Willow stood, holding the door as a second figure entered. Her hair had once again changed from the vibrant yellow he had known in school; from the grungy dull yellow he had grown to love. Now, it was its natural color of black with one dyed streak of blue in the front. She looked relatively healthier than the last time he had seen her, for that he was glad.

Her dark eyes met his and his heart leapt. A sad, tired smile played on her lips, but he couldn't have been happier. If it were not for the fact he was chained down he would have leapt up and ran to her. He would have embraced her tightly, stroked her hair, and whispered words of comfort sweetly in her ear.

... Wow, this is horrible. I can't write anymore. It's making me sick. Plus, it is taking way too long to get to the point. So... screw it.

Banning Blogs?

2005-11-22T11:15:00.000-08:00

I heard that people disagree with the use of blogs (there was an article, but now I can't find it), fearing it causes stalking and such. My response is simple: Don't Neglect Websafety. A stranger on the internet is no less a threat than a stranger in real life. So, making sure your children know basic websafety rules and don't give out information that can be used to track them on the internet. And that's that.

A Poem of Pure Randomness

2005-11-22T03:55:00.000-08:00

Pink as a pig
Rough like a cashmere sweater
Tough around the edges
Golden as gold
It's fairly obvious I'm making this up as I go.

The goat stood upon his heels
And started to tap dance.
The shepherd passed out from shock.
His flock stepped out for their evening tea.
One more stanza should just about do it.

Bam! It's over.
Like the stupid goat's dance recital.
I needed at least
Three figures of speech.
How did I do?

Tea with my father

2005-11-14T10:59:00.000-08:00

"What would you like to drink?" This was like a dream. She hadn't spent time with her father since Haya had been born. She couldn't remember those times, just that she always hated Haya for taking it from her. It was all so weird. He had just shown up that morning, told Yoh-Oji that he taking her out for the afternoon and that was that.

"Hanabi?"

"Hm?" Her attention was brought back to the present.

"What would you like to drink?" He repeated patiently.

"Milk," she answered meekly. "Please," she added quickly after some forethought.

The display on the counter caught her eye. Within the crystal clear case, resting upon the counter, there was a wary of enormaous cookies of all types; sugar cookies, peanut butter, chocolate chip, oatmeal, macadonia nut, and others that Hanabi didn't know the name of. She lightly licked her lips as she imagined being back home before "the bad thing" happened.

Her father would bake the 'Famous Manson Recipe' cookies, that had been passed down to him from the dearly departed Grandma Manson; though, why he had been taught the recipe instead of Momma or Aunt Samantha, was unknown. But those cookies were the best she, in all 8 years of her life, had ever eaten. She would love coming home from school and feeling the warmth in the air from the oven. The smell of flour, sweet hand-churned butter, and cinnamon floating out the kitchen. The sound of her father quietly humming to himself as he carefully prepared the perfect batter.

She would peek into the kitchen to see if some of the cookies were already done and cooling. They always were. She would always try and take one without being notice, but she always was. He wouldn't ever turn around. He would just say casually, "Those are hot." Then, he'd turn around and hand her the mixing spoon covered with batter from the previous batch. She would graciously accept it and suck placidly on the bend of the spoon. The rich, sweet flavor rolled over her tongue and down her throat, overtaking the entirety of her mouth.

"Hanabi?"

"Huh?"

"Would you like a cookie?" He asked bemusedly.

"Ah," She looked back at the case, "Yes, please." She glared angrily at her shoes, an uncharacteristic blush formed over her nose. That was twice now that she spaced out. It was not like her to be flighty. Haya was flighty. She was focused and always aware of her surroundings.

She huffed angrily. There was a chuckle from above her. She looked up to see her father smiling down at her, as if he found her antics thus far to be amusing. He reached down and patted her endearingly on the head. "Don't worry about, Hanabi. It's adorable," he said comforting with laughter clear in his voice.

They walked over to a little table near the window. The table was too high and she sat in her chair, her nose just barely reached the surface. The man who worked there quickly brought over a booster seat. Hanabi blushed again at the prospect of having to use a booster seat at her age, but at least it was a cushion instead of one of those plastic seats which look like car seats to her. Her milk and cookies were set in front of her. She nipped softly on the cookie's edge to to see how hard it was. It was much too hard to eat without soaking it first. The glass was too narrow for her to dunk the cookie in. Careful to get crumbles everywhere, she broke the cookie in half. She plunged the cookie half into her milk, getting the tips of her fingers wet. She bit into her moistened cookie. She looked down and saw many crumbs all over her dress. With a few quiick swipes, she brushed the crumbs onto the floor. She suddenly became aware of someone staring at her, so she looked up.

All the while, he had stared long and hard at her. Finally, he spoke again. "Now, then. I want you to tell me about your life." He took a sip of his tea. "Try not to miss any details."

She fidgeted in her chair, trying to think of what she say. "Uh... Ok. Well, I was born in a town called Amity Park. But we moved when I was three to a place called Endsville..."

Another assigned post

2005-10-24T10:56:00.000-07:00

<http://www.writersintouch.com/article_view.php?articleid=2031>
The Poem is Tender Love's Addiction by Laura Hostetler
Comments:... Wow. Powerful. I could really feel the love based resentment.

<http://www.writersintouch.com/article_view.php?articleid=1889>
The poem is I Am About to Lose My Peotic License by John Magee
Comments: Interesting. Very thought provoking. Though, I am unsure what neekual means.

<http://www.writersintouch.com/article_view.php?articleid=949>
The poem is Black Spectre by Lorraine Lewis
Comments: Very descriptive. It really gave me a visual of the spectre and the feelings towards it.

My greatest Fear

2005-10-17T10:57:00.000-07:00

I really have nothing better to write about. My ideas have been coming and going very quite. I think I need to get around composing some these stories so they'll be out of my head for good.

Today's random blog is about a student and a teacher and a very awkward moment. Tis entitled 'My Greatest Fear'

Vanessa Raleigh shot her hand up into the air. "Professor. I'm having problem with my fear."

"What's your problem?"

She looked around nervously at her classmates. She beckoned for him to lean in closer. "Well, you see, Sir, I don't know how to make it funny. See, first, I didn't what I was afraid of and then I figured out there's only one thing I truly fear, but making it funny is difficult."

Professor Lupin smiled patiently. "Well, what's your fear?" He asked so innocently, expecting the typical fears and genuinely wanting to help.

"Rape." She answered as naturally as answering math problem.

Professor Lupin's face faltered. "Rape?" He repeat, just to clear.

"Yes," she nodded. "Rape. I fear being raped. And I'm not sure how to make that funny. Because rape is never funny." She rambled on.

"You're right. It's never funny." He shook his head tiredly. Somehow, this felt like some sort of test.

"And you know," She continued. "I'm not even sure how that would approah me. Would it-"

Lupin held up his hand to stop her. "Why you just skip your turn?"

"But, how will I learn to face a boggart?"

"I'll think of something. Just go to back of the room, as far away as possible, if you please."

Vanessa shrugged, "Ok, Professor."

Modern Diaries (aka Another school assigned post where I would rather write about something else)

2005-10-10T10:50:00.000-07:00

Today in class, we read an article about blogs. And a girl who was murdered recently and how her killer wrote threats and such in a blog. My opionoin? He is unhinged. He would have killed the girl, blog or not. In my experience with blogs, I don't think they're a threat. But then, most of the blogs I've read are just where the creators of website I site post about their update or more commonly, the reason why they didn't have time to update. (And yet can update their blog. Don't question the logic, it will only give you a migraine) Anyhow, I hope this doesn't mean the "adults" will try to blogs shut down. Because I really don't think that's the problem.

Now, I have nothing else to talk about. And there's ten more minutes til the end of class. I would complain about how I would rather write about something else, but that's an old song I've already sung. Many times.

...

*tiddles thumbs and whistles quietly*

Had to read an article

2005-10-07T10:58:00.000-07:00

Another school-type assignment. We have to read an article of our choice off this website and write about it. I don't know exactly what I'm suppose to write about it. I actually spent most of the hour reading random poems. But I really related to this one: <http://www.writersintouch.com/article_view.php?articleid=1985> so I'll write about this one.

I liked it. I feel like it summarizes every single one of my romantic interests. Exactly. It's kinda creepy. It's like this guy is spying on me and can read my thoughts. *Puts on tin foil hat to protect private thoughts* Anywho, yeah. I enjoyed this "poem" a lot. I'm still not entirely sure what I was suppose to write about it. Um... Unrequited love bites? It's emotionally painfully and has a tendency to tear your heart apart. It makes you feel like singing, then rip off your skin.

I also liked these:
<http://www.writersintouch.com/article_view.php?articleid=1938>
<http://www.writersintouch.com/article_view.php?articleid=1897> I've seen his name before somewhere
<http://www.writersintouch.com/article_view.php?articleid=1987>

Kindred Spirits

2005-09-23T11:15:00.000-07:00

Ok, I'm pressed for time, so I gotta work fast. I'm going to outline the first part of my Shaman King/ Danny Phantom fanfic. And I gotta publish it finished or not, so if I stop mid sentence, it's because I had to go, not because I suddenly died at the computer. Caution: Missing words and typos. Proceed with caution.

- Sam's cousin, Rusti returns after being missing for like four years. With her, she has brought a young boy of unknown origin. *Dramatic music*

- Through a series of random ghost attacks, Danny finds out that someone placed a bounty on Rusti and that the boy that was with her is a shaman by the named of Hao, whom is feared by both the dead and the living and is suppose to be dead.

- Due to a challenge from Rusti, Hao enrolls in the local highschool and is pretending to a be a normal teenage boy to prove once and for all the humans are evil and should be exterminated.

- The group finds out who it is trying to kill Rusti. It is an old classmate of hers from private school, who blames Rusti for her insanity and ability to see ghosts.

- The group manages to defeat the crazy girl, but due to circumstances that I haven't decided on yet, the whole thing was broadcasted live to all of Amity Park.

And yeah.

The Writer's Block virus

2005-09-23T10:50:00.000-07:00

Due to a recent string of WB or Writer's block, I will be unable to post my regular lenghty posts on any number of my stories. So instead, I will post something relatively boring: a synopsis of my larger than life fanfictions. Really, I need to write them down, because it's getting to be too hard to keep it all up in my head.

So, the first one: Avatar: The Last Airbender (a two part story)

1 of 2: Best Friends
The story of Aang, before he was frozen under water. Well, it's really about his two friends, Bumi and Kozon(Kuzon? I couldn't find a spelling of his name). Anyway, it goes on about how their friendship was while Aang was still there and what happened after Aang disappeared and the war was just beginning. Not as long as the second part, so its more of a prologue to the second part.

2 of 2: Proganda
The true reason for the war is revealed when Aang and co. meet up with the descendant of the sole survivor of the Fire Nation Massacre. Realizing the corruption in the government of both the Fire Nation and the Earth Kingdom, Aang and co. must find a way to end the war without either side gaining power.

Um... The end. I apologize for the lameness of this post. But I can't really think of anything else to write and I'm presses for time. Darn deadlines.

Kitsune-Haha and techinal difficulties with Endsville

2005-09-19T11:11:00.000-07:00

*Sigh* I was simply reviewing some of the events in the third (possibly fourth) part of my Mankin doujinshi and I came to startling conclusion. Hanabi is romantically in love with her cousin, Hana. I don't know how this happened. It was never my intent. It's just one day, suddenly I realized this. Now, I have two choices: try to fix it and make her view her cousin as her cousin. Or ignore it and hope it goes away. I won't encourage it, I won't toy with it, and I won't even muse about it. It doesn't exist. It doesn't!
...
Although, it is an interesting concept. But no! I won't entertain it! Not in the slightest.

Anywho... Kitsune-Haha (I'm trying out a slightly less confusing format)

We left off with Kitaro being hit by a vespa and ACTION!

R. Girl 1: Ooh! Kao-chan! What a cool bike! I wish I had one!

Kaori: Yeah, it is, isn't it? My uncle spoils me so much! I love it!

R. Boy 2: Hey, Kaori, I think you ran over that boy.

Kaori: Huh? What boy? (Looks down to Kitaro, laying on the ground, bleeding) Oh! Oops, sorry! Bit of bad luck on your part, I guess.

Kitaro: A bit of bad luck? A bit of bad luck! YOU RAN OVER ME AND ALL YOU CAN SAY IS 'SORRY. BIT OF BAD LUCK!' I COULD HAVE DIED!

Kaori: But, you didn't. Besides, a little tap with a vespa won't kill you. It's not like you're mortal or anything.

Kitaro: {thinking: Mortal? Wait a minute} (focuses on the fox ears on the groups' heads) {No wonder they're so weird} You're not humans, you're foxes!

R. Girl 2: Of course, we're foxes. What a ridiculous thing to say! (blah blah, she keeps talking ,but it's not important)

Kaori: ... Wait... You're a human!

Group: What!? [Insert random excited chatter here]

(Kitaro is freaked out as he is bombarded with questions and excited comments. All the while, Kaori stares curiously at him.)
(A fox comes running running up. It's standing on its hindlegs and wearing traditional yukata robes. It runs up to Kitaro and gives a hasty bow)

Fox: Oh a thousand apologies, sir. My son was playing outside and he may have accidently lured you here.

Kitaro: Lured me here? {thinks of the white ball he was following} Oh. Well, I suppose it's not a problem. It's just... I don't know how to get home from here.

Fox: Oh, yes. Of course. Please permit me to guide you home.

Kitaro: Oh yeah. That'd be gre-. (everything goes black for Kitaro)

(He reopens his eyes and he's back home, laying on his couch. His uncle, Seiji, is in the kitchen)

Seiji: Hey, Kid. Glad to see you're finally awake.

Kitaro: Wha?

Seiji: Well, don't worry about falling sleeping. I went by the store on my way back and picked up something to eat anyway.

Kitaro: Oh, ok. (Touches his head, which is still sore) Was it all dream? But if it was, why do I have a knot on my head?

[Back at the Kitsune Village]

Kaori: (bursts through the door) Mom! Mom! Guess what! I saw a human today!

Mother (her face isn't visible): Really?

Kaori: Yeah! I ran over him with vespa.

Mother: (sweatdrop) Oh dear.

Kaori: But he was all right. (Flops down by the table) (sighes) Hey, Mom, do you think he might know Father?

Mom: (sad chuckle) I doubt it. There are over millions of humans in this area alone. It's highly unlikely that the human you met has anything to do with your father.

Kaori: Yeah, I guess you're right. But still, that'd be neat, wouldn't it?

end Chapter one

Hmm... it feels short for some reason. Oh well. A lot more is going to happen. One day I may find time to actually draw all of this out.

Kitsune-Haha (Mama Fox)

2005-09-14T10:55:00.000-07:00

[Manga idea inspired by removed portions of my HP fanfic. Possible beginning for Kitsune-Haha)

1st Frame: main character (working name:Kitaro* Yuki**) is walking home from school.

Kitaro: (to audience) My name is Yuki Kitaro. I guess I'm regular highschool student, except he trips and falls flat on his face. I'm unluckily lucky. Finds 500 yen. Also, I live with an old friend of my dad's because my parents died back when I was two. I don't really remember them, but my Uncle's cool. Actually, we're not really related and he's more like my father, but I call him Uncle.

Kitaro enters a small apartment.
Kitaro: I'm home!

Kitaro's Uncle (working name: Seiji): Hey, kid. I gotta run to the office real quick. Could you run down to the store and pick up some onigiri*** for dinner? Thanks. See ya when I get back! Gives half a wave before darting out the door.

Kitaro: sighs and grabs some money and a map, then heads back out the door. Outside, he wanders around looking for the store. We recently moved here to Kyoto from Tokyo~. Uncle says it was for my education, but I'm not so sure. Kitaro notices a small, bright ball of light. It sways around for awhile before drifting away. In a dream-like state, Kitaro follows after it. The ball disappears and Kitaro wakes to find himself in an entirely different place. Instead of the city, he was now in a country-type area. The houses were further apart and there were a lot more plants. Everything looked unreal and slightly exaggerated, like a landscape painting. He stands and stares in a trance.

Random Girl 1: Hey, who's that?

R. Guy 1: I don't know.

R. Guy 2: Haven't seen that uniform before.

R. Girl 2: It's really ugly. The others agree with her.

Kitaro: turns to see a group of teenagers all in the same uniform. (thinks) What a strange uniform. Behind him, a vespa speeds up and rams right into him. He is luckily unharmed. He gets up to see who ran over him. It's a girl wearing the same uniform as the others.

TBC

*Kitaro is the name of my cat
**Yuki was the first japanese name I could think of.
***The first japanese food I thought up.
~Tokyo and Kyoto are spelt with the same letters only rearranged. Ever notice that?

Raver- pt 1

2005-09-09T10:49:00.000-07:00

[Possible portion of Wicked. Not sure if I'll use it though. Might need to cut for space. Needs refining]

"Um... Sam?"

Sam turned. "Yeah?"

"Did Hao just leave?" Yoh asked.

"Uh Yeah, he had something to care of." She answered offhandly. "Hey, Yoh. Me and Rus are going to a poetry slam at the bookstore. And I thought it would be great if you came too."

"Peotry slam?" Peotry slam? What's a peotry slam? I know what peotry is. And I know what slam means. But, Peotry slam... I wish Manta were here. He'd know.

"Yeah! You could learn a lot about America's young culture and maybe improve your english a bit!"

"I guess..." Yoh responded with uncertainty. Maybe I'll find out what it is.

"Great! Now, to get you some acceptable clothes." Sam immediately went to her closet. As she began pulling out random articles of disturbing, black clothing, Yoh began to regret agreeing.
__

"Why do I have to wear this?" Yoh examined himself in the mirror Sam provided. Normally, he didn't care what he looked like, seeing as he generally wore the same green pants, button shirt, and sandals. But this was too much. She had him wearing a black shirt with a skull design on the front; big black pants that were at least 6 sizes too large for his waist, held up a studded belt; and large, gaudy jewelry adourned with spikes.

"Because! It's hip and edgy! It says 'I'm a rebel and the world has to deal with it.'" Sam explained passionately. She always really got in to the goth fashion. It was like avant-garde to her.

Hip? Yoh looked down at his hips. You could hardly tell he had hips in these clothes. But the bracelets did have sharp edges, so at least that made sense.

"Hey Sammi, ready to go?" Lauren sauntered in. She stopped short and gawked at Yoh in his gothic attire.

"Yup! And Yoh coming too!" Sam replied cheerfully.

Lauren mouthed 'oh.' Regaining her posture, she straightened up and readjusted her jacket. "Well then, let's go." She hurried out door, casually adding, "We don't want to be late."

Once she was gone, Yoh tilted his head in confusion. "Why does she get white?" he asked.

"Rus is special," Sam replied casually (th.). "Come on! Let's go!" Sam grabbed his arm and pulled him out the door.

Rules

2005-09-06T11:19:00.000-07:00

Just so everyone knows. I would rather write about something else (anything else) other than rules for myself for my blog, but this is a school controlled blog, so...

We (as a class) read a set of blog rules written by another class and have to write about which rules we like, which we don't, and rules we'd add. So here goes.

I'm not fond of rule 3. Rule 3 states If you want to write your opinion on a topic, make sure you're not going to be offensive to anyone as you write it. I disagree, because the only way to not be offensive to anyone is to just not write at all. Everyone gets a offended by something. I, for example, could go on a message board and nonsubjectively say I don't agree with homosexuality and several people would get upset and yell at me. I could state my position non-threateningly, yet some people would still get upset. So, it's a pointless rule. Other than that, the rules are fine.

Welcome to me!

2005-08-31T11:14:00.000-07:00

Greetings one and everyone. Welcome to me! Um... I don't really know what to say here. I haven't got anything prepared. I should have prepared something. Uhh... I am probably the world's most dedicated procrastinator. I mean, I can stay so focused on not doing the things I'm suppose to that I have unfinished projects over 4 years old. AT LEAST.

So, that sort of lead to this blog, because I come up with many ideas for the stories I write but since I have trouble writing out of sequence, I just don't write. I also come up with ideas that get rejected for the final draft but still seem like pretty good ideas that I'd like to go further into. For example, I came up with four very good ways for the two twin brothers of my fanfic, Wicked (the second in a series of three), to reunite. Maybe I'll go deeper into that later. But now, more about myself.

I commonly write fanfics. These fanfics start out about one show. But then I start thinking wouldn't it be neat if during this adventure, they met up with someone else from a different show? Then, it's a crossover. And several times, as the story progesses, the copyrighted characters develop into totally change into completely new characters. Then, I usually make the decision to make it an original story and not a fanfic. Mind you, all of this happens without me ever writing a single thing. I'm so lazy.

And that's about it. I haven't got anything else to say. So...

I'm horrible with endings.