Hi! Even though I'm not active on here anymore-- you can find me on my tumblr instead, which is thecantarellaofodile-- writing these stories was an invaluable experience for me. The praise and critique I received bettered me both as a writer and as a person. Words can't even describe how grateful I am to everyone who pitched in to make that possible. I've considered revising my older stories which I started in my first year of high school, such as Last Train Home and Love Remains the Same, but I've decided to let them be so I can look back and see just how much I've progressed since then.

The deja vu syndrome has never been sadder.

"So this is the famous Elm's pokemon lab... What are you staring at?"

The feel of his hands pushing you away is the same. His eyes are still reflective, if only a little bit easier to see through.

"...My name's Silver. And I'm going to be the world's greatest pokemon trainer."

He cut his hair: the dark red brushes his collarbone instead of his back. He has grown into his clothes, too; the fabric no longer hangs off his bones.

"This is why I hate battling wimps-- there's no challenge in it."

He is still the boy with the straight spine and sharp tongue and eyes like quicksilver.

"I hate the weak. Pokemon, trainers-- it doesn't matter who or what."

He is still Silver.

"Humph. I don't have time for the likes of you."

But the boy whose respect you won is gone.

(-Chapter 185 of 'Love Remains the Same', a Pokemon drabble collection.-)

Failure didn't factor into the equation.

(The moon dropped on him anyways.)

(-Chapter Two of 'Soundtrack of Shibuya', a TWEWY drabble collection.-)

The voice dissolves, fizzes out like flames. Luke keeps his eyes closed (like when he was younger, and plagued by nightmares. "Just close your eyes," Guy would say, and Luke would clutch at his patience like a safety blanket. "Pretend that your fears can't see you if you can't see them.") as the last of the tower gives way and light shoots up from its center, cleaving the clouds in two with its brilliance.

Luke keeps his eyes closed and casts his thoughts back, back to places that are more tangible than here.

Luke keeps his eyes closed, and finds himself thinking of Ion.

(-'Brave Song', a Tales of the Abyss giftfic.-)

It was a regular night for Steven Stone: him curled up on the couch in his aron pajamas; the TV set to the Geology channel; and a fangirl standing outside his window, singing.

Yep. Just a regular night.

(-Chapter Two of ‘Hey Steven: A Steven Stone Crackfic Collection’, a Pokemon drabble collection.-)

Somewhere in the crevices of Oz's mind, there are warnings—screamed whispers of This isn't you and Gil is your best friend and You don't really want this—but he does, he does, his rationality is in a drunken stupor and he presses himself against Gilbert's palm with a gasp.

(-'Iron & Wine', a Pandora Hearts giftfic.-)

"I am... no. I will tell you only my codename." His brown coat brushed the ground as he leaned over me. "It is Looker. I am a member of the International Police."

My eyes were still on the gun. I had never seen one before, aside from the ones used in old movies. The self-defence courses at school didn't even cover what to do when threatened with a gun, since they were so outdated. They belonged to a time back before cars and weaponry were outlawed, back to a time when the ice caps were in danger of melting.

(-Chapter Five of 'Last Train Home: A Platinum Nuzlocke', a multichaptered Pokemon adventure.-)

She's lost in the idea of territory negotiations, and he's lost in the idea of her: lost in the prospect of 'accidentally' brushing his fingers against hers, in stealing glances as she works, in maybe- just maybe- offering her a hot chocolate, just to see her smile and nod of thanks.

(-Chapter Eight of ‘When Words Meet Heartbeats: A No Kuni Collection’, a Heart no Kunii no Alice drabble collection.-)

“Listen, listen. I'm going to tell you my story. Not so much the beginning, since beginnings are flimsy things, and not the ending, since endings don't really exist.

"I'm going to tell you the most important part. The only part that matters.

"The middle.

"Because after it starts and before it ends, all you can do is live."

(-Prologue of ‘Violet Hill: A PMD3 Story’, a multichaptered Pokemon adventure.-)

Dear diary,

I grew up believing four things about my nuzlocke that turned out to be lies, and they are as follows:

A) That as soon as I stepped out the door, incredibly awesome background music would start to play, and sun/ a rainbow/ a legendary pokemon would break through the clouds and light my way.

B) That my bag, despite all the supplies I had crammed into it, would be easy to carry and would not give me back problems in the first two hours.

C) That the routes I travelled would be interesting to look at, and would lead me to the next town by the time the sun went down.

And D) That repel would double as pepper spray.

(-Chapter Two of ‘Pictures of You: A Black Nuzlocke’, a multichaptered Pokemon adventure.-)

"Darling?" The bed dips as Nagisa joins him on it. Rei keeps his eyes fixed steadfastly on the paragraph in front of him, because he knows that if he looks up those vibrant eyes will be watching him with mischief. "Precious? Dear heart?"

Rei shakes his head and turns the page over. His ears are burning, and when he lifts one finger to push up the bridge of his glasses, he finds that his hand is unsteady.

(-'Back To You', a Free! giftfic.-)