ANNOUNCEMENT (as of 11-26-09)

This isn't so important, but I'd like to tell you guys a little fact that is kind of interesting.
So, I was trying to find what number my community "Worthy of Honor" is. I found that, among all of the Twilight communities, it is on page 23 of 69 (slightly impressed me, because I only have one subscriber).
Anyway, mine is numbered 574.
In total, there are 1722 communities committed to Twilight.
If you put them in a fraction (574/1722), you get EXACTLY 1/3. One third.
That means that, out of every three communities, mine beats two. Exactly.
Just letting you guys know, but I found that fact wickedly awesome...

NOT AS HUGE ANNOUNCEMENT (as of 11-20-09)

Magnesium oxide!
New Moon!
+dies of death+
I loved it! Go see it! Now!

BIG HUGE ANNOUNCEMENT (as of 11-14-09)

My computer has been reconnected (as of 11-13-09).
I don't guarantee that I'll be updating more often (extra-curricular activities, writer's block, etc.), but I will be on Fanfiction as much as possible from now on.

List of stories I'm actively betaing (if you'd like to be on this list, go here):

1-Shuffle, Ball, Change by Fiction101 (Twilight)
2-Shadows at Dusk by Fiction101 (Twilight)
2-Eternity, or Fate? by Ams84a (Twilight)
3-The Single One by Sidney Loves Werewolves (Twilight)

Current Project:

Trust (Part 1 of the Final Triforce trilogy) Chapter: 3

Beta Processing:

Light Beyond the Darkness Chapter(s): 1 (Experimental)

Beta(s) needed for:

+Trust (Final Fantasy XII/The Legend of Zelda) Chapter(s): 2-3
+Love (Final Fantasy X-2/The Legend of Zelda) Chapter(s): 2
+Emotion(The Legend of Zelda/Xenosaga) Chapter(s): 1
+=I need a single beta to cover all of these stories.

(Unknown Title) Twilight-4 Chapter(s): 1

Yes, you might have noticed I don't want to waste time and space talking about myself. So look at my story ideas below! :-) Pretty please!

WITH A CHERRY ON TOP!

This area is for EXCERPTS of ideas I have for the future.
Note-I will delete excerpts/summaries when I officially post them as fanfics, or lose interest in them completely.

Twilight ideas (excerpt, then summary)-
Note-Any Twilight ideas connected to "Appeal of the Forbidden" will be marked with a plus sign (+).

+1-"Felix," the one called Jane signaled.
I stared, horrified, at the vampire she summoned to execute me. His humongous robust frame was terrifying. I all but forgot my thirst through my terror.
Felix crouched, ready to kill me. I cringed away, waiting for death to come.
I was pushed to the ground hurriedly. My eyes flew open on instinct.
And, as I stared into Felix's eyes, I saw myself reflected in his eyes. A first.
As Felix hesitated, I also saw hope.

This is about the vampire, Bree, the one that surrendered to the Cullens during the battle in Eclipse. In this story, Bree ends up being saved instead of destroyed by Felix. After that, she finds out that her ability is to see a person's soul mate reflected in their eyes.
I've revealed enough-now you'll have to wait 'til it's posted!

+2-Ring. Ring. Ring. "Front door." The machine announced-like always.
"I'll do the sandwiches," I offered.
Brittany peeked around the wall that separated the back from the front. "I'll do register!" She said that as if there were really cute guys around the corner.
Great. More perverted humans.
I put a smile on my face, and looked around the corner.
Wow. Wowowowowowowowowow.
I saw the first human that actually appealed to me.
He was pretty short-but still considerably taller than shrimpy me. His muscles made up very much and more for his shortness. He had dashing short spiked brown hair, and dazzling blue eyes. His football uniform-bearing the Spartan logo-was very dirty, probably due to hard, vigorous practice.
I checked the time. After these customers, we'd close up. The sun had already set outside.
I took in a breath to greet the customers-and that one short guy, in particular.
Big mistake.
The burning that scourged my suddenly-overly dry throat was excruciatingly painful. It exceeded any pain I had ever endured.
My thirst instantly detected the source of this taste.
And it happened to be emanating from him.

This is about a female vampire that is transformed in 1965. She likes working at Subway, so...yeah. The Cullens inform her soon after her transformation of how animal blood is an alternative, and she follows that advice, but doesn't join their coven. She ends up finding another male vampire who's willing to join her in her ways if she will become his mate. She reluctantly accepts, and moves to Forks, Washington.
One day, in the present, while working at Subway, she encounters a football player at the high school...
Nothing else being revealed until release!

3-Seth's POV
The greenery whizzed passed me, but my eyes were too good to let it blur out, making it possible to dodge these obstacles at such high velocities.
I delighted in the run. Nothing could compare.
...Of course, everyone else said that imprinting was the best thing that had ever happened to them. I personally thought that it was okay, but not needed. In fact, I was sort of scared that it most likely would happen to me. I wasn't ready for all of that commitment.
Then, suddenly, out of the blue, coming from nowhere, appeared a vampire. She was feasting on a human.
My instincts instantly kicked in. I instantly transferred from run to pounce, and landed on her.
I could see that she was disoriented for about five milliseconds, then she threw an uncoordinated punch at me. Though uncoordinated it was, it still landed at it's target-me. I was forced off of her by the blow, but no bones were broken. She obviously wasn't a newborn, then.
I turned on her again, just to see her turned back to the human, continuing to drink it's blood.
One of the tribe! How dare she!
Just as I was about to pounce on her again, though, gravity suddenly lurched.
Suddenly, I was justifying her actions. She didn't know about werewolves...maybe she wasn't even a vampire, guessing by her inaccuracy.
But she was clearly drinking blood...
But I couldn't think of her as evil, because gravity had shifted. No more did the world hold me-suddenly, for some odd reason I couldn't explain, she did.

This is about how Seth imprints on a vampire. Nothing else being revealed!

4-Seth's POV
I was running patrol around Bella's house. Night had settled on Forks, and still there was no vampires in sight-the redhead included.
I was passing through the space between Bella's house, and her next door neighbor's house. I looked up, and saw a girl in one of the next door neighbor's windows. It was ground level, and closer to the back of the house than the front. I stopped for a second, looking at her. Suddenly, she looked at me. Nothing happened, besides my noting of her obvious beauty. No imprint, thankfully-I wasn't ready for all of that stuff. Her eyes narrowed, trying to see me in the dark. I knew it wouldn't work-it was a new moon tonight, and the sky was filled with clouds, so, for a human's eye, it was pitch black outside. Nearly no light leaking through the clouds. I was perfectly safe from detection.
Then, I spotted an identical girl in a second floor window, closer to the front of the house. Although her pajamas seemed more plain, and concealing, for that matter, and her hair was cut shorter than the other, it wasn't very hard to tell that they were identical twins-their physical features were the same. The more obviously beautiful one had a different, less natural hair color, but that could have been a result of cosmetics. They were unmistakably twins.
Suddenly, gravity started to shift, but then my sense of gravity altogether was lost. I was thrown into a chasm of confusion. I knew someone held my gravity...but which twin?
Unexpectedly, and untimely, I fell unconscious.

Sounds weird, doesn't it? All I'll say is that this is about how Seth imprints...but he doesn't know which of the twins he imprinted on. One moment, he could be sure of one, but the next, he could be confused all over again. How will he find his soul mate among twins? And why can't his heart make up it's mind about which twin he's imprinted on? Nothing else being revealed until release!

5-Twists, turns, loops...I eventually lost myself to the complicated moves and beautiful lyrics of my solo vocal dance group tryout, loving the way my tight blue ballroom dress was just loose enough to twirl. "Simple and Clean" by Utada Hikaru was my first choice of song. It fit me best, and I knew my specialized moves to it best.
I refrained from looking at Ms. Malish, the vocal dance group coach. I knew that I might lose my concentration in place of nervousness if I concentrated on the fact that she was watching-scrutinizing-my every move.
"Simple and clean is the way that you're making me feel tonight."
I outstretched my hand toward the center of the auditorium, and realized that someone else had become a spectator.
He looked like most of the La Push boys, with his black hair, and russet skin. His hair was cropped short, and he seemed about slightly shorter than average. The only garment of clothing concealing his chest in the slightest was a cotton white undershirt that clung to his muscles so tightly, he might as well have been shirtless.
Muscles.
Suddenly, unwanted memories flooded my mind.
He took off his shirt...then the rest of his clothes...pinned me to the bed...pain, agony-
STOP! I nearly yelled out loud. Then, as I realized that I was frozen, I reminded myself to concentrate.
"It's hard to let it go."
Taking back my hand, I realized I was slightly offbeat. I immediately got back on, hoping Ms. Malish hadn't noticed. I quickly reabsorbed myself into the song, pushing the memories to the back of my mind.
Too quickly, the song ended, leaving no immediate ways to distract myself. The memories started to threaten-
Suddenly, the boy started applauding me loudly, and yelled, "That was awesome!"
Why was he here? Did he know my secret? Was he going to take me to a room, and-
I shuddered at my thoughts, reasoning that I hadn't even got to know him yet, and was just making conclusions.
"I'm sorry, mister...?" Ms. Malish started to excuse him, standing.
"Clearwater," he informed her. "Seth Clearwater."
"Oh, yes! Seth!" Recognition immediately came to her suddenly beaming face.
As did recognition come to Seth's face, though his reaction was slightly different than hers. Disgust came to his face for an instant, then composition immediately followed.
"I'm sorry," she apologized again, then gestured toward me as she continued, "but Ms. Mason prefers more privacy."
"I'm sorry," Seth muttered. Lightening up, he turned his gaze toward me as I looked away. "What's your first name?"
In shock, I stared at him, barely holding back a gawk. How foolish would I seem if I didn't answer, or declined! But, I definitely didn't want to answer his question. What if he was just as perverted as the others? What if he was just as bold? I...
I pushed back the fear, and feigned a smile as I stated, as casually as possible, "I'm...Savanelle(A.N.-pronounced Sah-va-nell), but you may call me Nellie."
Then, the question came: What if he was trustworthy? What if he was pure? What if he wasn't perverted at all, in spite of all of the filthy things that fill the world?
I promised myself that I would get to know Seth better.
"It's nice to know you," he smiled.
His voice reminded me that I was just flustered by his obvious beauty. I promised myself that I wouldn't let anyone get intimate with me.
"Uh, sure," I answered him, my voice slightly revealing my uncertainty.
"Excuse me, Seth," Ms. Malish pressed impatiently.
"Of course." Then, throwing another smile in my direction, he said, "See you later!"
"See you," I repeated, slightly frightened, still.
As he walked up the center aisle, Ms. Malish yelled after him, "I hope you try out this year!"
He slammed the door behind him.

Okay...I won't explain much, besides that I was inspired by "Glee", the new T.V. show, among other things. Seth was nagged by Ms. Malish to try out for the vocal dance group, but declined. Now that he's imprinted on someone in there, will he change his mind? Savanelle is too mysterious a girl to resist...Not revealing anything else until release!

6-I sighed, glaring, staring, and gazing calmly at the white wall in front of me simultaneously. Mixed emotions were possible the last time I checked.
How exactly had I thrown myself into this situation again? It seemed that I couldn't remember correctly-otherwise, I'd be the one needing these sessions instead of Edward. I'd be categorized among the officially insane if I actually admitted to believing what I had witnessed with my own two eyes...and my fragile nervous system...and my swollen head...
My thoughts abruptly halted, and returned to the present as the door slowly opened. It made no sound, as it was newly installed.
"Hello, Jane." His lips turned upward in a small smile. It was definite improvement from his previous state, where feigning a smile wasn't possible, let alone genuine.
"Hello, Edward. You may have a seat." I gestured towards the other white chair set across from me, returning his smile.
He smiled, and I noted that it slightly lightened his utterly black eyes, and he quickly took his seat. I made a note of his grace, absolutely perfect. I couldn't tell if he had made a single sound, though the chair I sat in squeaked every time I shifted.
"Um, if you could proceed..."
"Yes, of course," I muttered, directing my gaze back into his onyx eyes. "Let's get started."
"Shall we?" he mumbled.
"Of course," I stated.
A tense moment of silence commenced, in which I tried to think of a way to start.
"So...how has...How are you coping with...Bella's death so far?"

Okay, I know what you're thinking. How could you even think of killing Bella? But I have my reasons...This story idea couldn't come to be, otherwise.
Anyway, this is about how Edward copes with Bella's death, and falls in love again...
Nothing else being revealed until release!

7-"Why did I do this again?" I muttered to no one in particular.
"Because I suggested it," Tella answered.
"No, besides that," I sighed.
"Trust me. You'll be thanking me for this later," Tella declared.
"And if not?" I defied.
"Just trust me on this one."
I could tell by her tone of voice that the conversation was over. Sighing, I sat down in a chair, and glared at the human lying in the bed. If only I hadn't let her mindless moaning get to my head...
The girl's eyes slowly opened. She drowsily gazed at her surroundings, her expression becoming more perplexed with every passing second.
"Where am I?" she croaked. She was surprised at something or other. "I-"
"For the time being," I interrupted her, "you're with us." Standing up, I turned to leave the room.
"But...where's...Could you tell me where my parents are?"
Of course; she had no idea whatsoever what had happened while she was under the influence of all those drugs.
As I turned back to her, I saw her face twist in horror. "Oh! I..." Her eyes started filling up with tears, and she started sobbing. "They're...dead."
I turned my glare on Tella right as she turned to gaze at me. "You're saying?"
"You'll thank me for this later," she persisted.
Suddenly, the girl sat up in the bed, her face still portraying horror. "Are-are you g-going to...D-did I do a bad job?"
"What?" I questioned, my temper flaring up further, if possible.
"I...the others told me that...if I didn't s-satisfy the customer-?"
"Oh!" Tella and I said in unison, though we clearly had different tones of voice; her's was calm, mine infuriated. Tella glanced at me, as if to warn me, then continued, her voice soothing, "We're not in that business; why did you think so?"
"I...I fell asleep..." Suddenly, recognition came to her face. "You're the man who...!"
Disgusted, I turned back toward the door, muttering, "I liked you better drunk!"

Vince is just an average vampire, though his snow white hair would suggest otherwise. He usually 'hunts' prostitutes, though nobody really understands why exactly he does this.
Then, one day, he comes upon a certain prostitute, and saves her from the horrid business out of pure instinct after hearing what happened to her. And it goes on from there...
Nothing else being revealed until release!

Kingdom Hearts ideas (excerpt, then summary)-

1-In a white hall, with plenty of doors, strode two hooded beings.
“Why is she here?” one asked the other.
“She wishes to join the Organization,” the second replied.
“Doesn’t everyone?” the first quietly chuckled. After his chuckling died down, he continued, “She could replace Axel.”
“Possibly,” the second considered the prospect. He added, “She could replace Naminé-”
“She has that kind of ability?” the first intercepted the second, considerably more tense than a few seconds before.
“I’m not sure,” the second admitted. “But…something about her suggests it.”
“I can’t rely on ifs and maybes. I’ll have to investigate this myself,” the first dismissed the idea.
The second seemed to want to converse further, but stopped before a sound could come out of his mouth, for they were at the door they had been seeking.The first opened the door, and went through it, the second going further down the hall. This new room the first had entered was not much different from the hall outside. It was a bright white that stood much in contrast to the girl at the end of the table in the middle of the room.
The first being sat at the end of the table opposite the girl. He inspected her for a few moments. Her long black hair stood much in contrast with her surroundings, and her dress was not much different. It was pretty simple, with long frilly sleeves, and a skirt, observable through the glass table, that reached barely past her knees. She bore slippers that were very plain. Her grey eyes stared blankly at the glass table. She appeared the age of seventeen, and very frail.
“So…you wish to join the Organization?” the being asked.
“Your assumptions are correct,” the girl replied, her voice flowing with perfect articulation, and an accent that suggested that she came from afar. Her voice also had a dead tone to it, though.
“And why should I let you join?” the being asked.
The girl hesitated. “Similarities,” she suggested.
“Which would be…?”
“My heart doesn’t beat,” she answered.
“And, yet…you have one?” the being questioned.
The girl hesitated again. “It seems…but I don’t feel it there.”
“Hmm…” The being thought for a moment. “How did you…come to not have a heart?”
“I’d rather just say that painful memories are better forgotten,” the girl answered.
“I must know,” the being urged.
The girl sighed, then seemed to concentrate. “All I remember is that is was painful-”
“The cause? Do you remember the cause?”
There was a long, tense moment of hesitation. The girl’s tone was almost completely dead as she replied.
“Betrayal.”

This is about how a sixteen-year-old girl moves to the mainland close to Destiny Islands. Her next-door neighbor happens to look pretty cute. And it all goes from there. Nothing else being revealed until release!

Warriors ideas(excerpt, then summary)-

1-"There's not much time!" I begged Firestar for my trust. "Please-just trust me!"
"And what? Sit here helplessly, hoping a tear will fall from the sky to save us all? I don't think so. Now, get out of Thunderclan territory before I rip your throat out, traitor," Firestar spat.
"Please, Star-" I was about to plead.
"Starclan has abandoned us in our time of need. Don't tell me any fox dung about how Starclan spoke to an imbecile such as yourself."
"B-" I tried to reason.
"Get out of my sight before I send you to Starclan myself. Oh, wait-you don't belong there!"
I tried to think of a way-anything-to make Firestar see sense.
Was this how Firestar had felt when he was trying to warn Bluestar of Tigerstar's wrath? Hopeless?
I took a step back, staring in agony at Firestar.
He just glared at me with the deepest loathing possible.
I turned my tail on the despair of Thunderclan camp-my home, my refuge in so many ways.
My life.
I heard Cinderpelt reason, "What if Teardrop's telling the truth about the prophecy?"
Firestar yelled, voice dripping with acid, "What, you, too? I didn't think you would turn traitor on me, Cinderpelt. Not in our darkest hour...no. I can't stand another traitor in my camp. Cinderpelt-go, or die."
I didn't have to look to imagine the hurt in Cinderpelt's eyes. "Fine. But once you banish everyone in the camp, thinking they're all traitors, will you realize that you're really the one betraying everyone else?"
Firestar couldn't find an answer to that as Cinderpelt caught up to me.

This is practically just another story to follow up on my huge Warriors fanfic. Melanie, a normal, average girl starts getting weird dreams of starry cats, and they tell her, "A tear will come from the source of danger, and heal the land, washing away all the darkness with fire."
When she's bestowed the power to change into a cat, she finds the fascinating world of the Clans in the forest.
But she finds all powers come with their responsibilities as she finds that her hometown decides to extend their city into the already dangerously sparse territory, and make a new highway. What did this mean? Why did Starclan just go off saying, "Oh, don't worry. A tear is going to fix all your problems."?
She finds Thunderclan, and Firestar lets her join, giving her the warrior name "Teardrop". But when everyone finds out that she's one of the enemy, who will betray Firestar in their desperate attempts to help Melanie when there's probably no more hope to find than Melanie already has?
Nothing else shall be revealed until release!

Final Fantasy XII ideas (excerpt, then summary)-

1-A werewolf suddenly looked in my direction.
"Vaan," I forewarned under my breath.
"What?" he yelled, irritated, not noticing the terrifying werewolves just in hearing range.
The werewolves were ready to spring at a moments notice from the Alpha. They stared directly at Vaan, now, calculating how tasty he would be.
"We're werewolf food," I stated, barely mouthing the words.
He was almost about to yell something else at me when he saw a werewolf lunging at him, too late to dodge it.
I gasped as I recognized my werewolf-the one I had been experimenting on for about a year now. My Yadon, I thought the name I'd given him.
How could I save Vaan from his inevitable fate? All I could think of was stepping in between them...
Well, it was worth a try-if I couldn't think of anything better.
I snuck over to the brawl, trying to find my chance to get in between.
Suddenly, I noticed that Yadon's sword looked more intimidating than I'd thought.
I was surprised that I understood some of his snarling. "You...no...get to...pack. You die slow!"

This is about how Penelo tries to purify a werewolf-physically, and spiritually-back to being a hume, her only proof that it's possible being that a legend says that, long ago, a group of bandits had eaten some festering flesh, and had gradually transformed into the werewolves of the present.
I'll leave you at that hint, for now. I'm not revealing more until I make it into a story!

2-Basch's POV
As we ran through the halls of the Drought Leviathan, we were closing the distance between us and our exit.
I was on full alert-guard instincts, seeing as Ashe was with us-so I noticed the flicker of luxurious clothing around the corner of a hallway.
We halted to briefly meet with the couple that came around the corner. My heart skipped a beat as I saw a beautiful girl-even in peasant's clothes-follow in the wake of none other than Lord Larsa of House Solidor. Who could this girl be-with blond pigtails, and worried azure eyes?
"Penelo?" I heard Vaan ask disbelievingly. I quickly made the connections-seeing as the only woman in our presence that I didn't know the name of was this blonde girl.
I barely registered anything of the exchange between Larsa and Vossler. My whole focus was on this one newcomer.
"I'll leave Penelo with you," Larsa told Balthier. Larsa then turned to Penelo, saying, "Have this, for good luck."
Larsa handed some Manufacted Nethicite to Penelo, who took it without question.
Vossler and Larsa took their leave to secure an Atomos, of which I witnessed with my peripheral vision. My gaze was still glued to this woman-obviously very much younger than I.
I wondered what my future held, suddenly-a lifetime with Penelo, or a lifetime of servitude to the Dalmascan throne?

As you may have guessed, this fanfic is about the pairing BaschxPenelo. This takes time during the game, as you may have guessed. Without further ado, I'll close this summary by saying that I'm not revealing anymore until release!

Final Fantasy: Crystal Chronicles ideas (excerpts, then summary)-

1-"I have a bad feeling about all of this," Vivias whispered, shivering as we ascended higher up the mountain trail.
Silence consumed us all; I think that everyone else silently agreed with her, though no one would admit this. The gloomy atmosphere inside of the wagon was a little too much for me to endure, so I decided to sit up front with Kade, who was directing the paopomus up the path.
"Hello," I sighed, plopping onto the seat.
He just turned his head, and gazed at me for what seemed like eternity. His dark red eyes seemed to be searching mine, again. Then, he seemed to notice that the paopomus was in dire need of guidance, and he quickly flicked a reign to assist the paopomus away from the ominous cliff.
"Why did we decide to come here, anyway?" I asked.
"Because we heard from Hurdy that it all seems to center here," he calmly replied.
"So...we've suddenly decided to take Hurdy's place in saving the world?"
"Not exactly suddenly," he contradicted. "I think that we were going in this direction all along."
"Technically speaking, we haven't."
He sighed, exasperated. "You know what I mean."
I looked upward. "I think that we're nearing the top."
"So am I," he agreed, flicking the reigns again.
We traversed the rest of the way to the summit in silence. When we finally arrived, Kade yelled, "Everyone out! Everyone's going on this trip."
Wordlessly, everyone climbed out the back. Jumping out of the seat, I landed firmly on my feet. Then, I looked into the valley below us. It looked like a crater, almost, except that the big meteor forming it seemed to not have been burnt to dust by the atmosphere. Instead, there was a big...rock in the middle, with a few entrances. The sides of the other side were covered in vermin, and monsters.
Finally, I'd found monsters even worse than in Daemon's Court.

Alek, a rebellious Selkie, is recommended by Roland to join the caravan, and she proceeds with his counsel. This is her story, and all of her adventures. Nothing else being revealed until release!

Inheritance Cycle ideas (excerpts, then summary)-

1-"No!" the yell that emitted from Eragon's mouth seemed to tear me in two.
One piece of me said, "He wouldn't act the same way for you-pause in the middle of battle, and go to your corpse. What's the point in life?"
The sensible piece of me said, "Galbatorix isn't dead yet! Bring Arya back to life, and get this long-awaited battle over with!"
In the ancient language, I muttered, "Life," directing my flow of magic to Arya's body.
Eragon stared at me in horror. What was I doing wrong?
I realized my terrible mistake a moment too late. I couldn't stop the flow of magic, and it seemed to become endless.
I was barely conscious enough to realize the stop of the flow of magic as Arya gasped, alive again. A veil of darkness started to cover my eyes.
"Elaina?" his voice seemed like my own imagining-but better.
I smiled, barely registering any of my surroundings as I mindlessly whispered, "I love you," with my dieing breath.
Galbatorix sent his death blow at me as he yelled, "Deyja!"
I fell into an endless chasm of unconsciousness as the spell hit my shield made of my own magical energy.

This is about how a normal, average girl, named Elaina, from the little village of Eastcroft, meets Eragon on his brief visit to her hometown on his way back to the Varden from his mission of destroying the last of the Ra'zac (or however you spell it). Although Eragon may take no heed of that night, the girl-Elaina-behind the bar did.
Elaina's adventure starts when she follows Eragon's trail back to the Varden.
Nothing else shall be revealed until release!

The Giver ideas (excerpt, then summary)

1-I couldn't be late again! I jumped onto my bike, and rode full speed ahead, so that I'd hopefully be on time to my training.
Just around the corner, then-
CRASH!
I turned directly into another bike that was headed the opposite direction. I fell backwards due to the force behind the crash, and fell on the ground. Almost instantly, I felt the mild pain that came with scraped elbows.
"Ow," I mumbled, inspecting my elbows. Blood was already oozing out of the mild wound.
"I'm sorry!"
I turned my sight to the person running up to me. His tunic didn't hide any of his musculature, of which showed he was robust. Suddenly, the foreign emotions from last night's dream resurfaced.
Why was I feeling lust?

In the community, after all the memories came back, and invaded the people, the community, instead of turning to the light, turned their backs to it, and are now more strict than ever. They made the Giver choose another Receiver of Memory as soon as possible. And, so, Xandra was selected, a person who's family unit applied for movement from one community to another and, somehow, got their answer back before Xandra's Ceremony of Twelve. The answer had been yes.
The day after she receives the memory of attractiveness (lust), she doesn't take her pill, and runs into Pilot James.
They eventually get acquainted, but what happens when the lust sets in for both of them? Will love and lust keep the same company? How will they change the communities ways for their benefit-or, a notch better, for everyone's benefit?
Nothing else being revealed until release!

X-Men ideas (excerpt, then summary)

1-I opened my eyes, and gazed at my surroundings. Why was I in a lab?
"You're awake."
I shrieked and slid away from the voice, looking for the source. I found that there was a muscular man sitting in a chair by the door, staring at me. It seemed that his gaze was threatening on the verge of a glare.
I slid away again, trying to force myself to look away. I couldn't manage.
Why wasn't I looking away? Though he was unmistakably alluring, what with his obvious musculature and rugged features, I couldn't help but be intimidated by him.
He stood, and crossed the room to stand by the bed that I lay on. I backed away, trying to stay as far from him as possible. Realizing what I was doing, he let out an exasperated sigh and stated, "I'm not going to hurt you." Then, he continued, "Do you remember what happened to you before you were unconscious?"
Suddenly, it flashed through my mind; that one guy at school-the one I didn't even know the name of-cornering me in that alley, and trying to touch me. I knew what would happen as soon as I had physical contact with him, but I couldn't warn him soon enough.
As soon as he had touched me, his life passed through my mind, and his. So much pain...torture...
I had fallen unconscious during the first second.
"Y-yes," I stuttered, curling into a ball.
"Could you tell me?" he asked.
"I-I don't want to remember," I cried, curling further into myself.
I didn't see him to stop him in time.

Qaila is taken to the X-Men shortly after the Professor obtains a clue as to what her abilities are-something having to do with memories. When she meets Wolverine, and encounters his life, will she help him restore what he lost to an adamantium bullet? Will she survive his life?

CROSSES

The Lakehouse/The Host ideas (excerpt, then summary)

1-"I..."
Why was I crying?
I attempted to write again, tears falling onto the paper as I read the words out loud. "I...I can't imagine life without you. You..." My voice gained an anger that I thought I could never conceive as I cried, "You can't do that! I don't care if...if..." I gasped ruggedly, and continued, "Please...don't."
I folded up the piece of paper and threw it into the mailbox, quickly closing it and pulling up the rusting red flag, hoping more than anything that it would reach her.
It took a few minutes, but the flag was finally pushed down by an invisible force.
Quickly, I opened the mailbox, and whipped out the letter, accidentally ripping it somewhat as I tried to unfold as fast as I could. It read:
Singing Glass,
I'm sorry, but I have to do this. I've realized something that you can only realize without my help.
Perhaps, by doing this, you'll finally realize, as I have, who you really are.
Jade is finishing the last movements today. I already told him to be aware. He won't even realize until it's too late, so he can't stand in the way. Be comforted that this is meant to happen. Otherwise, you would never come to be.
I told Jade to keep check of the mail that comes through this mailbox. From now on, you'll be writing to him.
Last, but not least, don't be scared for me. I already know that this won't be death for me, so to speak. You'll understand soon enough.
Instead, worry for Jade. Help him heal. I know that you can do it.
I love you. Never forget.
Your friend,
Cassity

I can't write a quick summary of this without giving away the whole thing, so I will just hope that the excerpt appeases you...

Now, I'll put a list of wonderful people who are betaing my stories!

My Awesomely Awesome Betas

Chasing Yesterday: Rain'chi
Appeal of the Forbidden: holdmetight123
The Path of Sapphire to Silver: Aiedail's Scepter
Hope's Luster, I'll Return: Sidney Loves Werewolves
Light Beyond the Darkness: Wind Spark