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When it comes to reviews, I used to be hurt to hardly get any when I first started on out FF.Net (at about age 12 or 13). But then, as I grew and got older I started noticing how when I did get reviews, they would influence my writing. Instead of writing for me, I was writing to please my readers which would change the entire plot/tone of my story in a direction I didn't like. So I quit. Years later, I've come back with a different perspective: I don't care about reviews. Sure, they're great to get or know that someone is enjoying your writing, but I'm not going to let reviews or the number I get put me in a down place. I use writing to getting away from the real world, as hobby, a way to express myself during difficult times. My feelings, thoughts and emotions comes out in my characters when I write since I've experienced what they have. Now, I'm writing for me; not my readers, not my reviewers. You get what I give you. It may sound a little harsh but it's honest. When I do get reviews, I favor those that aren't afraid to speak their mind and point out errors. I love criticism and tips for improvement. That's why when I review, I tend to be the same way by helping the author improve if they'd like.

@Cuzosu PMSL

2) Kevin and Rob (M/M): Franken-style With deep indigo eyes Kevin was known to be the best Frankenstein in the land. However the one thing that made his heart flutter with desire to reanimate dead bodies was Rob. How could he not crave that electrified hunk of Rob's hot reanimated corpse? As he entered the desolate room he spied the golden haired Rob in the corner. "There you are!" Kevin pointed at him, "I have been wanting to replace your limbs all day long! Are you ready to sacrifice your extremities to me?" With a half arrogant smirk, Rob nodded, "Do you think you can make me run from your scalpel?" Kevin began to feel his mind rising to the occasion, "Yeah I bet I can make you!" he accepted the challenge. Both men closed the gap between them and Rob instantly reached out and laid down on Bob's operating table. "What did you think of that, you big doctor?" Rob asked with his own anticipation growing. "Oh, monster!" Kevin moaned in unprofessional glee and now his white-clad body began to grab Rob with surgical intent! Both men's hands began to move as their eyes met in a passionate look. With frenzied speed Kevin began to undo Rob's stitches and freed his arms and legs. Rob shivered in want and anticipation of the surgery he knew Kevin would give him. "Yeah, I want it painful and long!" Rob breathed in deeply. Kevin now cut into Rob's body and began to carefully ply his scalpel against Rob's flesh. Both men began to breathe in a deep passion as they laid eyes on one another. Rob felt Kevin's scalpel filling up his tight muscles and he groaned in passion as he felt his own limbs getting ready to sever from him. Reaching around he began to stroke Kevin's face with his eyes as both men began to hit reattachment. Afterwards Rob looked at Kevin with a look of detachment and said, "You can make me trade limbs any day!" The end!

Hahaha, I do that too, but I do also type fast, so I have times I'll have half a sentence written before I change my mind and backspace to rewrite something else instead. It can be bad. Amusing, but bad. To make things worse, I've occasionally caught myself thinking out a scene a paragraph or five ahead, then found I'd written the name of one character...who wasn't due to be named for at least another paragraph or two. This instead of putting the correct name, of course. It's...frustrating. Makes me want to kick myself. Though it's better than some of the slips of the tongue my family and I have had. One of my twin brothers took the milk out and was shaking it one time, and I acerbically told him, "Quit shaking that; some of us don't like bubbers in our milk." ...the twins looked askance at me for a second before cracking up over my misspoken bubbles. Um, oops? Oh, and one typo I've had - trying to write more on Heartache, as a matter of fact - is typing "het" instead of "heart"...and it's a yaoi story!

Well, I wanted in so I guess I'll just have to suck it up, buttercup. I don't suppose there is a way to undo a foolish decision?

Kevin and Rob (M/M): Forensics With deep indigo eyes, Kevin was known to be the best human remains in the land. However the one thing that made his heart flutter with desire to decompose was Rob. How could he not crave that microscopic hunk of Rob's hot pathology degree? As he entered the desolate room he spied the golden haired Rob in the corner. "There you are!" Kevin pointed at him, "I have been wanting to liquify in your maggots all day long! Are you ready to mutilate me?" With a half arrogant smirk, Rob nodded, "Do you think you can make me reconstruct your corpse?" Kevin began to feel his dismemberment rising to the occasion, "Yeah I bet I can make you!" he accepted the challenge. Both men closed the gap between them and Rob instantly reached out and dissected on Kevin's Rigor mortis. "What did you think of that, you big specimen." Rob asked with his own evidence growing. "Oh, Coroner!" Kevin moaned in violent trauma and now his rotting body began to grab Rob with postmortem intent! Both mens hands began to examine as their tissues met in a passionate decay. With frenzied speed Kevin began to undo Rob's rib spreader and freed his surgical implements. Rob shivered in want and anticipation of the cause of death he knew Kevin would give him. "Yeah, I want it necrotic and long!" Rob breathed in deeply. Kevin now blood spattered Rob's body and began to mummify his against Rob's formalin. Both men began to irradiate in a deep passion as they sterilized on one another. Rob felt Kevin's identity filling up his tight report and he groaned in passion as he felt his own scalpel getting ready to autopsy. Reaching around he began to stroke Kevin's vertebrae as both men began to hit diagnosis. Afterwards Rob looked at Kevin with a look of fatality and said, "You can make me Chief Medical Examiner anyday!" The end!

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