MY STATUS AS A WRITER: In my eyes, there are several ways to approach words. Some people are Story Tellers. They are the ones who were born with a story on their tongue, and have been talking them away from their very first word. Story tellers in themselves have two separate categories: The noble ones who use their talents as a creative outlet and to enrich the world, and Liars. Story tellers who are Liars often use words to their manipulative advantage, and cause trouble while spinning their webs of deceit.

Some people are Story Dwellers. These are the people who benefit from the Story Tellers. The live their life with their nose in a book, and an amazing capacity for emotion and creativity. Some call them bookworms. I call them adventurers.

Others are Scribblers. I, myself, am a scribbler. We are the people who use a pen and paper as Dumbledore might use a pensive, to sift the stories out of our brains. The pen is like the magic wand that helps us channel our creative talents, whether they come out as drawings or stories is up to the individual. Mine come out as stories, some of them are deep and meaningful, some of them are light and comical, and some get obsessive hours of effort, and some fall away off a cliff and are never seen again.

I am a random, strange, deep, quirky, compassionate, red-headed, short tempered social outcast, and most of all, a scribbler. My pen and journal never leave my side. I'd probably go insane if it wasn't for them. And, to be honest, I think I'm already half way there.

One thing we will get straight right now. Homophobia is wrong. I am a very tolerant person, and I try to take all other people's view point into account. But I cannot, and will not, and by the very nature of the cruelty of homophobia, should not condone it. That goes for any type of prejudice.

Homophobia and You: They're people too! Stop the hate and spread the love!

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 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 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.

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. They never did anything to you.

Gay marriage:
1) Being gay is not natural. People always reject unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester, liposuction and air conditioning.

2) Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall.

3) Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage contract.

4) Straight marriage has been around a long time and hasn't changed at all; women are still property, blacks still can't marry whites, and divorce is still illegal.

5) Straight marriage will be less meaningful if gay marriage were allowed; the sanctity of Britney Spears' 55-hour just-for-fun marriage would be destroyed.

6) Straight marriages are valid because they produce children. Gay couples, infertile couples, and old people shouldn't be allowed to marry because our orphanages aren't full yet, and the world needs more children.

7) Obviously gay parents will raise gay children, since straight parents only raise straight children.

8) Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are imposed on the entire country. That's why we have only one religion in America.

9) Children can never succeed without a male and a female role model at home. That's why we as a society expressly forbid single parents to raise children.

10) Gay marriage will change the foundation of society; we could never adapt to new social norms. Just like we haven't adapted to cars, the service-sector economy, or longer life spans... --

AMERICA, YOU'VE JUST BEEN PWNED.

Re-post this if you believe in legalizing gay marriage

I've decided that all these names we give to love, "straight", "bisexual", "gay", et cetera... Well, they are like chains. I'm just going to go with what feels right during the moment. I like guys, and girls. So sue me.

I don't care if you're gay or straight, everybody needs love.
I don't care if you're diseased with an incurable sickness, everybody deserves a chance.
I don't care if you're ugly or pretty, everybody has flaws.
I don't care if you're black or white, everybody has the same capabilities.
I don't care if you're weird, everybody needs to change.
I don't care if you're rich or poor, everybody needs warmth.
I don't care if you're different, everybody is.

I'm also a total bibliophile. My room is the library of the house. I'm so addicted to them, I'll impulsively buy them. And everyone is under the impression that that's all I want for Christmas and my birthday. (Sometimes I feel like Dumbledore, can't somebody just give me a nice pair of woolen Socks?!) I have 82 books in my room alone that I haven't read yet, because they just keep piling up!

A list of my favorite books:

MY NUMBER ONE ALL TIME FOVORITE BOOK SERIES OF ALL TIME = the Harry Potter Series by J.K. Rowling!! The series includes:

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince

And Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

I started reading the series about a year after my dad died. Here I was, a seven-year-old who was still depressed far beyond what a seven-year-old should be, and feeling like I was all alone in this kind of grief... and then I see Harry. He was orphaned at one, with an evil wizard pursuing him, all alone and having the weight of the world thrust upon his shoulders. And I thought 'Well, if Harry can survive though all that, I surely can survive though this.' So I came out of my shell, and started to read more books and try to absorb the collective knowledge of the world. And since then I have flowered. I have conquered the evils in my life (bullies, drama, broken hearts, back stabbing friends, et cetera...). And still I keep re-reading the books. Thank you J.K. Rowling. You are my hero. :)

Other favorite books of mine are:

The Twilight Saga by Stephanie Meyer

Twilight

New moon

Eclipse

Breaking Dawn

I thought the whole "perfect love" thing was a little cheesy at points, and the movies were... how should I say this? Really bad (they hardly got… though a single sentence… without… pausing... seriously!) But they had this captivating air to them... I don't really know how to describe it. Even though you know a relationship like Bella and Edward's is totally unrealistic, you wish it were true so bad that you can't seem to put the books down. Everyone wants that kind of love in their lives, so when you stumble across it in a book, it's just like ... wow.

My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult

I laughed and cried my way through the whole book. I haven't seen the movie, and honestly I don't want to, because I know that they wouldn't be able to capture the beauty of Picoult's words. This book was so touching. It made me wonder about so many things. Death, life... what it might have been like for my dad if we had found out about his cancer soon enough... how abrupt our existence is, and how quickly it can be snuffed out. I couldn't put it down for even a second, and I ended up reading the whole thing in a day and a half.

Wings by Aprilynne Pike

I have always loved faerie stories. I like to write faerie stories too (see Among the Humans)... admittedly not as well as Pike, but I hope to get there someday. And this one had a particularly unusual twist to it...

Ella Enchanted by Gail Carson Levine

I liked this version of the classic Cinderella story better than any of the other ones I have read. For one thing, it doesn't so Ella as a hopeless damsel in distress or a meek servant girl. Instead she thinks for herself and rebels against her curse and her stepsisters. I like that. I've read this book at least 5 times since the first time I picked it up, and have always found something new to enjoy.

The Bartimaeus Trilogy by Jonathan Stroud

The Amulet of Samarkand

The Golem's Eye

Ptolemy’s Gate

I read the series practically without breaks until 2 o'clock on a Sunday morning when there was nothing left to read. It was the kind of ending that leaves you with a hollow feeling in the pit of your stomach... hungering for more, but knowing that there isn't any. The kind of ending that leaves you breathlessly mouthing "wow" and re-reading the last pages over and over. I couldn't believe the ending. I've only read the whole series twice, but I've had that feeling at the end both times. The books are funny and sarcastic and bittersweet and sad and vengeful and captivating and strange and wonderful. They are the kind of books that keep you turning pages, and glancing at the clock only once every 4 hours or so.
I've heard rumors of a fourth book (which doesn't make any sense at all, because there can't be four books in a Trilogy, it just doesn’t make sense.) I can't find it at the library... so if someone could verify or deny this for me, I would really appreciate it.

Books rock. I know that many of you share the same dream... to be one of the names written across the worn spine of somebody’s favorite book... to be someone’s inspiration, their motivation. To have your emotions documented for eternity. That’s my dream, at least. So please read and review my stories, knowing that your criticism is helping me achieve my dream. :)

Alright, so, let's talk about my stories. I should probably mention those somewhere on here.

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The Prince and the Sorcerer: I wrote this one as a fairytale/fable. It's about a sheltered Prince who has never stepped foot outside of his castle. When his older brother becomes king, and moves to a new castle, the Prince is left alone except for his servants and his dreams. This eventually drives him into insanity, and he learns that if he doesn't face his fears and open up to new things, he will be alone forever. (I've been thinking of revising this. I'm looking for suggestions!!)

Clocks Don't Care: I wrote this story from true feelings. My dad died when I was 5. I think about him every day... and every experience he misses out on hurts me more. So I decided that I ought to right out my feelings.

Among the Humans: I wrote this on the prompt: "Describe a fate worse than death." In the original draft, it ended with the faeries being kicked out of Avalon and forced to live with the humans. I was pleased with the irony of it, until some silly optimistic friend asked me "What's so bad about humans?" (Poor, naive soul), so I lengthened the story. I'm thinking of changing it back... Or just changing the story in general. Any suggestions?

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Twisted Romance: The story between a blind Vampire and a gifted faerie, his alcoholic friend, and her gay brother. Yes, yes, VERY interesting story. I had it posted here for a little while, but I took it off temporarily because I hit a wall, and didn't know what to write. But, I have re-posted it, and am now currently working on it again. I will try to update as frequently as possible! Thanks to all that are reading.

The Lunch Table Chronicles: A series of stories that describe the shenanigans that happen amongst a group of friends; the foreign exchange students, the gay football player, the bookworm, the drag queen, the musician, the stereotypical jock, the punk, the scribbler, the golden boy, and the nerd. United by a lunch table, a bag of gummy bears, and a web of unrequited love.

Loveless: Inspired by a dream I had. In the future, people have invented love machines. One machine can make you fall in love, while the other one can take love away. The second machine was originally intended for people who fell in love with people who didn't love them back. But soon, the government took the second machine over, and forced all homosexual people into the machine to take all their love away forever. The moral of the story... can you really ever force anyone to stop loving who they want to?