UPDATE 7/12/2014-

Dear Readers,

I wanted to extend my apologies for the long extension of my absence. With a sudden bout of nostalgia, it just occurred to me that you must feel neglected! The other day, as I was browsing Facebook, and some appropriate- incidentally some writing contacts- enlightenment hit- I miss being here! Due to an extremely hyperactive schedule, I have been unable (and perhaps too stressed) to make my weekly visits. Yet, somehow, inspiration has once again embraced me, and led me right back where I feel I belong- right here on FanFiction.net.

I extend my apologies for being away for so long. For my dedicated readers, I also feel as though I owe you a brief explanation of what has detained me. Therefore, below is an account of where life has brought me during my absence:

I began working a full-time job about four months ago, and thus my life changed promptly. In addition to this, I discovered something else; contrary to the original belief I held, I had not graduated. Due to a miscommunication with a counselor, I was told that I would need to take at least one more course this summer to complete my Bachelor's. As I had recently started to research work related to my field, this was unnerving, to say the least. Life began to gain speed as I worked frantically to complete this course, while I struggled to maintain my full week of forty hours.

To exacerbate what already seemed hardly workable, I further added to my stress; I began searching for apartments. Although I have always lived at home, and planned to complete my Master's Degree with as much organization as possible, I became reticent; I created chaos to my pocketbook, and conveniently forgot what I should have done to maintain balance. I decided to make the move. Unfortunately for me, this meant that, not only would I need to maintain my full-time schedule, my college work (which included researching the proper graduate school), but that I would also need to stretch my current paycheck. At times, I did nearly fifty hours, just to add to my current stores (though fortunately this happened rarely). My life was rapidly becoming busier, and leading me further along the path of independence, which I much desired.

While doing something I thought was great, I inadvertently created a mess; and this is where we in jointed hands meet, as where I know you, as fellow readers, will understand. For, although all of this has kept me engaged- as well as stressed- and progressing- there was something that was missing. The reason for which it began. I realized a few weeks after it started, that I was only writing one or two poems a week, and, though the nature of the work may have improved like this (for I meet a lot of interesting people working in as a Concierge Agent) I realized that my spirit was fading. The more I seemed to work- and thus, become closer to reaching my goals- the less I seemed to be working through what I loved, and the less my soul responded. I would scour through Fanfics, and every so often would even engage myself by writing a few paragraphs of my own, but they seemed to have no real product. I found that, in the midst of the night after long work hours, my spirit was less responsive to what I wrote. As a result, and as I continued to watch it rebel at three in the morning on long nights, I wrote even less. Eventually, I think that perhaps it died, or, perhaps became merely a shadow of itself.

Things continued on in this way until the other day. I am not sure exactly what happened, or how it occurred, but something somehow came back to me. I realized that there is more to the forms that I have written onto these disjointed pages. Perhaps there is more than I originally realized was there. The characters which have been etched onto the lines of this work have not been crossed by my pen, but by my heart. Without that need, that desire to make them as they appear, they are only figures on a block of space.

Perhaps this is why I love FanFiction. It is more than just an art. The characters are part of me, like they are part of so many of you. I could not merely leave them here to die. Therefore, I came back here to bring them back to life, and to read the art of love which you have written. I hope that you will stay tuned, and continue to engage me with your support and attention, as you have done so.

For . . . people are really what gives artwork a soul.

Blessings,

Snapemartyr.

NOTE:

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Dear readers,

It is a pleasure to meet with you through this distant UFO sphere of odd exchanges. My name is Brooke Brittany Fox, and I attend a local private university for the studies of writing. My primary interest lies within creative writing, so as you become swept along- and I am hoping that you will be- please keep in mind that my work sometimes becomes poetic and deep. I have an extremely passionate persona, so you will oftentimes see that reflected in my writings. Please additionally keep in mind that while I come from an abstract background, I also like to have fun! Therefore, if ever you think I am being too emotive, and altogether, truly just an arse- and my words go over your head like a rainbow- then please check into another story. I too . . . strange as it may seem, like humor.

I am always open to suggestions for anything that I do. Therefore, I would love to hear from you via the e-mail address tha I am posting down below this intro. Having a one-to-one message chat with someone who is fascinated by language makes my day. You are all very important to me, since the stories which I've been breezing through for years at this point over this site has sparked my imagination to unimaginable heights- you are a very talented group, with a charm and wit that is absolutely scintillating through these fanfics.

My work is generally based on the many interactions that I generate between Snape and Harry. While, as I said, I am riveted by the deep and the abstract, I should mention that lyrical poetry is not the base. The writing is based in a pure enjoyment of Severus Snape's character. I love the art of angst, of mystery and darkness. This particular characer will probably inspire me the rest of my life. So this is the medium over this site in which you will generally find me.

More about me:

I have a blog site which houses the majority of my work. If ever a piece on here needs another category, then you will most likely find it with my other works. I am posting this with my e-mail. Remember, that while I am a 'Snape-martyr,' I am also the martyr of questions and comments. So please, I beg you not to be shy! I tutor regularly in the Madonna University Writing Center, and involved in non-instrumental singing, love animals of any variety, and am an adventurer. I am twenty-two years old. This horse will not stop anytime soon. Hugs and kisses to everyone! Please feel free to drop me a line whenever you please! I won't be leaving all that soon.

Brooke (a.k.a. snapemartyr)

E-mail: bfox@

{Here are my blogs. Always feel free to leave me comments on the work I do in these modes:

Harry Potter Blog: http:///

Writer's Cafe Link: http:///Foxemerald}

Notes about insomnia, its relation to Severus Snape and his inspiration in my life:

I think that I suffer from insomnia, even though it has never been properly diagnosed. I have never slept much, but even though I do not enjoy the art of resting, I do enjoy gaining little sleep. In soft, beautiful cadences of the vivacious night, in which all of my inspiration lives and forever befriends me, fascinates and regales me- as though it is offering a comforting shroud in the famous lines of Rowling's Snape musing- there is a specific power in the darkness. It is a power that, in truth, I cannot fully describe. The enigmatic power that seems so foreign and so cruel to many, is of the utmost loveliness which I can hold, of a nature that is exceptionally perfect somehow. It is more perfect than anything which happens during the day. There are environs in the nightwhich relax me deeply, and, in truth, even though I do not always understand the concept of living in a darkened world so often, I truly am mesmerized by the blackness, and especially by the Severus Snape person. I think that everything which is fascinating is a tale of two hearts, and not just one, single heart that is so easy to see through- because, truly, people are not that easy to read. Insomnia has been suggestively defined by one of this site's authors as a place in which our own solace, and I feel this to be a most suited definition.

Random Notes:

There is no day in tomorrow- everything belongs, to today you see . . . you can't live in any other way or fashion.

* I am not too big or too small to understand love- there is no life, unless we use the rope of honey which brings all of us into one.

* Quote by Scarlett O'Hara: "I'll think about that tomorrow. I can't think about it today, right now."

* You are but an entity of everything the present is- we can create it through the past, and it, in a way belongs to the future, but this is our gem . . .

I have oddest and most oftentimes embarrasing penchant to smell books- something about them are extremely homely to me, and it makes me itch just to keep my nose from pressing into the pages of one when I first open it in a blantantly open space-

I enjoy walking around the house quoting Snape to every person imaginable. This is my favorite: "The power of Occlumency will help to shield your mind against external penetration," and then, "You have little subletly, Potter- that is what makes you such a- lamentable, potions maker."

I like to tell my cat Jasper that he is having a hard time of things when he really isn't in a loud manner, just to show my family how much I spoil him for some strange reason . . .