Alright! I am Slavok, and welcome to my profile page!

If you're here, I'm assuming that you've read at least one of my stories, so I won't go into too much detail about those. I've been writing fanfiction since around ... 2007? Yikes. That's, um, that's quite a bit of my life, and I have no plans of stopping any time soon.

In fact, while I've been writing for fun this whole time, I would like to make a career out of it at some point. I even have my own page at dot com/slavoksstories, with a period in place of the dot. You know all those stories that I've abandoned over the years? Well, if you become a Patron, then I am contractually obligated to work on any story you choose.

I'm also active on Spacebattles. There is nothing there that you can't find here, but the way readers can interact with each other is kind of nice.

In terms of original fiction, I haven't written anything (yet), but here are some of my favorites.

Anything by Brandon Sanderson. Mistborn, The Stormlight Archive, Elantris, The Reckoners, anything. Heck, I've even listened to his creative writing lectures on Youtube and his Writing Excuses podcast.

The Wheel of Time. It's the sort of epic fantasy series that redefines epic fantasy. That, along with Mistborn, are the only two series I've ever read that I felt ended perfectly.

Discworld. Terry Pratchett is the sort of writer that comes along once in a lifetime. His books manage to be both silly and meaningful without ever coming off as pretentious.

The Kingkiller Chronicles. Patrick Rothfus is a poet, and he could make watching paint dry seem like the most beautiful, mesmerizing thing you've ever seen.

The Runelords. The series spends about as much time describing its original magic systems and how they change the world as it does discussing ethics, making the battle between good and even really seem like a battle between good and evil, instead of just a battle between us and them.

Man's Search for Meaning. A man gets sent to a concentration camp as a psychiatrist, and comes out understanding the meaning of life. Nonfiction.

Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. Like Man's Search for Meaning, you may need to read it more than once to understand it. Basically it's about finding some common ground between art and science, function and form, logic and understanding, using motorcycle maintenance as an extended metaphor. I know that's a terrible explanation, but it's really something you need to read for yourself.

Fahrenheit 451. Ray Bradbury writes like Vincent Van Gogh paints, and he manages to write a dystopian future that isn't horrible depressing. Unlike ...

1984. There is no happy ending in this story. This book is a warning, and far more political than what Ray Bradbury wrote.

A Brave New World. Just to finish off the trifecta of dystopian future novels. In this one, instead of people being controlled by ignorance or fear (though there are elements of that), people are controlled by pleasure, being brainwashed and drugged into submission, and left wondering why their lives are so void of meaning.

Animorphs. It's been a long time since I read this series, but back in middle school it was half my life.

More to come as soon as I think of any.