I'm sixteen and a junior in high school. I also have an enormous workload and am stressed to the point of breaking already. This means that my fanfiction does not take priority, nor will it ever. I also have a life, outside of school and writing stories. Suffice to say, I update very slowly. Emphasis on very.

I find fanfiction of dubious content to be very annoying. Word and other programs have spell check and grammar aids for a reason, so use them. Also, remember you can use paragraphs and yes, most people will not read solid blocks of text. I certainly won't.

Slash is offensive to me, so I don't read it. Neither would I ever consider writing it.

Don't flame. I need not plead because if I do get flamed, I'll laugh and then show it to my de facto parentis, who will also laugh. That any fanfiction rouses enough emotion that it requires flames, well, it is kinda sad... and amusing in a sick and twisted little way.

I enjoy reading for these fandoms: MASH, Harry Potter, Sherlock Holmes, Protector of the Small, Song of the Lioness, Inspector Morse, Brother Cadfael, The Red and the Black, Horatio Hornblower, Scarlet Pimpernel, Nero Wolfe, Hercule Poirot, Pride and Prejudice, Diagnosis Murder, Mulan, Kung Fu Panda, Dragonsinger, Batman, CSI, Indiana Jones, Star Trek, Stargate SG-1, Get Smart (Original), Foyle's War, Lord of the Rings, Due South, League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, My Fair Lady, Remains of the Day, Monarch of the Glen, Naruto.

I would like to thank any person who is willing to read/review for my stories. It just gives me a little flame of comfort inside to deal with a cold, cruel world.

FREEDOM FLIES IN YOUR HEART

LIKE AN EAGLE

Dusty old helmet, rusty old gun,
They sit in the corner and wait -
Two souvenirs of the Second World War
That have withstood the time, and the hate.

Mute witness to a time of much trouble.
Where kill or be killed was the law -
Were these implements used with high honor?
What was the glory they saw?

Many times I've wanted to ask them -
And now that we're here all alone,
Relics all three of a long ago war -
Where has freedom gone?

Freedom flies in your heart like an eagle.
Let it soar with the winds high above
Among the spirits of soldiers now sleeping,
Guard it with care and with love.

I salute my old friends in the corner,
I agree with all they have said -
And if the moment of truth comes tomorrow,
I'll be free, or By God, I'll be dead!

. . . Audie Murphy