Hey there, so I finally have a brief moment to put something in here. So for now I'll keep it short and sweet. I've always been a creative person, enjoying the arts, writing, building things, always been like that for as long as I can remember. Though my writing is prone to having spelling errors, my teachers in every school I ever went to always said that they loved the little short stories I would write. Most would say they were just trying to encourage me, but I choose to believe they meant what they said. Lately I've become addicted to fan fiction, and this little addiction has started my desire to start writing again. Whenever I start a new story I'll always try my best to make frequent posts and give you wonderful people multiple chapters at a time. (No promises though) So please, read and review what ever stories I have. I am currently working out a few problems with a couple of the stories that I plan to work on. So expect the next story soon. Thank you, I hope you enjoy my writing, again forgive the typos, and please, please review. I love constructive criticism. It'll help me to be a better writer in the future.

Completed Stories

Just a Dream: Pokemon

Mistakes: Pokemon/Unrelated to the Dream stories

Stories in Progress

To be decided

Stories Being Planned

Dreams Made Reality: Pokemon/Sequel to Just a Dream

Mistakes-A Twist of Fate: Pokemon/Same story but with change of events in chapter 2 (Probably not going to do. Open Challenge, just message me for requirments.)

The Adventures of Mist E. Ketchum: Pokemon/Sequel to Mistakes

X-Men The Lost Ones (This is a series of stories based off of original mutants in the marvel world that were never picked up by The X-Men or The Brotherhood and left to fend for themselves. I plan to have some cameos from said groups but more or less it's all OC's)

Fair warning for my World of Warcraft stories. I don't break the lore, I completely shatter it. So if you have any problems with some lore being incorrect, then just don't read. If you don't have a problem with that then I hope you'll enjoy.

Life of the City Elves: World of Warcraft (Not an original story, a remake of the original Whitelotus story from Adult Fanfiction. She is a good friend of mine in real life as well as in WoW and actually one of my biggest supporters and one of the people that pushed me to start writing. Which is why I originally called myself WhiteLotus 20 when I started, as a way to honor and show my respect. She wrote the story a couple years ago but didn't get very many reviews. She has since given me permission to re write and post it here and change what I wish.)

The Demon and the Angel: World of Warcraft (This one is original and based off of a human warrior and and blood elf paladin that meet on the battle field and are forced into a compromising position that forces them set aside their differences. They part ways but continue to run into each other and form attatchments.)

Taking requests from Private Messages. Just give me the category and a brief summery. If I don't know category I'll have to respectfully decline until I learn more about it. I offer this simply because I know as a long time reader that one tends to get all sorts of story ideas, but simply does not have the skills or courage to write their story. If you should ask me to write a story for you. I will be sure to mention you for the inspiration.

I'm Sorry

I'm sorry
that I bought you roses
to tell you that I like you

I'm sorry
That I was raised with respect
not to sleep with you when you were drunk

I'm sorry
That my body's not ripped enough
to "satisfy" your wants

I'm sorry
that I open your car door,
and pull out your chair like I was raised

I'm sorry
That I'm not cute enough
to be "your guy"

I'm sorry
That I am actually nice;
not a jerk

I'm sorry
I don't have a huge bank account
to buy you expensive things

I'm sorry
I like to spend quality nights at home
cuddling with you, instead of at a club

I'm sorry
I would rather make love to you then just screw you
like some random guy.

I'm sorry
That I am always the one you need to talk to,
but never good enough to date

I'm sorry
That I always held your hair back when you threw up, and didn't get mad at you for puking in my car,
but when we went out you went home with another guy

I'm sorry
That I am there to pick you up at 4am when your new man hit you and dropped you off in the middle of nowhere,
but not good enough to listen to me when I need a friend

I'm sorry
If I start not being there because it hurts being used as a door mat, only to be thrown to the side when the new jerk comes around

I'm sorry
If I don't answer my phone anymore when you call, to listen to you cry for hours, instead of getting a couple hours of sleep before work

I'm sorry
that you can't realize.. I've been the one all along.

I'm sorry
If you read this and know somebody like this
but don't care

But most of all

I'm sorry
For not being sorry anymore

I'm sorry
That you can't accept me for who I am

I'm sorry
I can never do anything right, and nothing that I do is good
enough to make it in your world.

I'm sorry
I caught your boyfriend with another girl and told you about it, I thought that was what friends were for...

I'm sorry
That I told you I loved you and actually meant it.

I'm sorry
That I talked to you for nine hours on Thanksgiving when your boyfriend was threatening you instead of spending time with my family.

I'm Sorry
That I cared

I'm sorry
that I listen to you at night talking about how you wish you could have done something different.

Ladies always complain and gripe to their friends that there is never any good guys out there, and they always end up with assholes who mistreat them. Well ladies, next time you're complaining, maybe look up to see who you're complaining to, maybe that special someone is right there hanging on your every word as usual, screaming in his head "Why won't you give me a chance?"
Because the person you are usually searching for is right by you.

If you're a guy and you agree with this letter, copy and paste into your profile as 'I'm sorry'

If you're one of the FEW girls with enough BALLS to copy and paste this into your profile, and you would never make your guy feel this way, copy and paste into your profile as 'Girls Don't Realize These Things'

A poem about Child Abuse

My name is Lucifer I am 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 do a wrong, I can’t speak at all

Or else im locked up all day long.

When I'm awake, I'm all alone

The house is dark, my folks aren’t home

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

So maybe ill just get one whipping tonight.

I just heard a car

My daddy is back from Charlie’s bar.

I hear him curse my name is called

I press myself against the wall

I try to hide from his evil eyes

I’m so afraid now, I’m starting to cry

He finds me weeping, calls me ugly words,

He says its my fault he suffers at work.

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

I finally get free and run to 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 to late

His face has been twisted into a unimaginable shape

The hurt and the pain again and again

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

And he finally stops, and heads for the door

While i lay there motionless, brawled on the floor

My name is Lucifer, I am three,

Tonight my daddy murdered me

Now i roam the underworld, to help those in need.

I may seem evil, but i'm not.

And if you read this and don’t pass it on

I pray for your forgiveness

Because you would have to be one heartless person

To not be effected by this Poem

And because you are effected,

Do something about it! So all i ask you to do

Is pass this on! IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE

XXXX

Dearly beloved…we gather here to say our goodbyes. Here he lies…

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, life isn't always fair, and maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place.

Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate and teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job they failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.

It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Panadol, sun lotion or a sticky plaster to a student; but, could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar can sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is survived by three stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else is to Blame, and I'm A Victim.

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.