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Someday...
Tomorrow, tomorrow... Someday I'll pull myself together get to know myself Learn to walk alone without fair weather... After a while, I'll know when... The watch is on the dresser the sun is down but I keep perfect time always so feel free to ask again. That day may be today procrastination may fail Life holds on for no one yet we all feel we write all parts of the tale...
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The Shade
We met at dusk one nameless day, defined by endless chatter far into the night hiding from dawn together, fearful of all sorts of light. Conniving and fair Naive yet jaded We made quite a pair with energy never-fading Time passes, tears line a long road Those we recall the taste of leave etchings in the mold... Tendrils thin but unbroken tugged us together time and time again until we were meant to mend But gone were the pair, hiding under blankets dreaming Only cold adults remain, made from dying visions, souls slowly bleeding. The facade matters, as did the play but the nights are dark and lonely now too cruel for one not mysteri
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Is Anyone Out There?
There's always a time to write.  A thing that you feel.  A point to the pen.  Always.  No matter how small, trivial, personal, dirty or inane.  But...that is...the only "always" in life.  This writing, this statement...is dedicated to how that "always" is a simple and lonely thing indeed. When I first started writing it was when I was in college, in a computer lab between classes.  Computers have come into their heydey but aren't dispersed in so close proximity that everyone has one.  So many of us come to the computer lab for internet access and we all need it for printing power.  I remember those days, coming to the lab and doing homework
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From within the darkness...
It had been years since he had set pen to paper. Years since he had truly tried to express himself. At this point the pen felt more like the chef's knife; a thing he once knew and loved but...never made anything of. It felt wrong. The notebook was college-ruled, five subjects and the cover was blue, like his obviously stolen fountain pen. He could remember a preference for wide-ruled notebooks. The pages filled easier. They created a larger sense of progress. But he could also remember specifically picking this notebook, there was a reason for that. Whether he believed it appropriate or not was immaterial now. This was what he had and it wa
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Unsigned
To the empty room, thank you for holding onto my dust without it my memory is little more than a myth a secret between the two of us. To the worn mic and lonely pen thank you for waiting for my return the speakers are scratchy and ink is dried out the paper is yellowed and crinkled but I don't need to shout and any paper will showcase how I feel. To the silence Sorry I have to break you take back one of your domains life happens and never with your permission for you signify that things only stay the same. To the audience... Thank you for listening waiting for me to spit again even though as soon as I finished ...you went right back to ch
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Tools of the Trade
Everyone has them signatures to parts of their lives things they depend upon to earn their bread or simply for recreation. One doesn't go far on the path not without them in conjunction with your hands these carve your fate. Sometimes you don't pick them they come to you and follow till your dying day you learn to love and respect them Tools of the Trade
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Don't Let Me Rise Again.
If I should fall in battle be sure to put me down don't wait for my last breath just till I hit the ground. I don't need my weapon anymore, Be sure to take it with you. I'm past help so make haste or soon you will be, too. Say goodbye to me now hope you don't see me later when you come back I may not be here... Because it's the end times via zombie apocalypse so as much as you loved me beware my last kiss... As the lust in my eyes is not a good surprise; my arms are not out to hug since now I'm doomed to roam as undead show me some real love; don't let me rise again.
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I'm waving, don't you see?
Hey, don't look at me that way tears don't become you even being sad as you may be. There's no reason to cry my pain has ended there are no more battles for me to fight. Know this and remember even though I'm gone for now part of me will always be right here. I had a lot of fun and shed my share of tears and I saw this coming though I know that hurts to hear. We can only dodge the end so long and I know it hurts to see family leave but what happened to me isn't wrong. So, though it's hard to bear Let me wave goodbye and I'll see you later.
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Cross My Heart
Take a turn down a dark alley inside your mind make notes as you walk the less traveled path as you see things you would deny in daylight sadness and pain coated in just a bit of righteous wrath. There are so many things we repress times that we feel that we've failed they stay hidden in us but the result is an emotional mess that tests us daily not only to surmount and deal with it but keeping others from seeing what it is. On these little jaunts inside my mental world I make myself a promise... Never to fool myself that hiding has to stop within my darkness and to remember that the time does exist; I'm allowed to cry. Cros
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Someday...
Tomorrow, tomorrow... Someday I'll pull myself together get to know myself Learn to walk alone without fair weather... After a while, I'll know when... The watch is on the dresser the sun is down but I keep perfect time always so feel free to ask again. That day may be today procrastination may fail Life holds on for no one yet we all feel we write all parts of the tale...
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The Shade
We met at dusk one nameless day, defined by endless chatter far into the night hiding from dawn together, fearful of all sorts of light. Conniving and fair Naive yet jaded We made quite a pair with energy never-fading Time passes, tears line a long road Those we recall the taste of leave etchings in the mold... Tendrils thin but unbroken tugged us together time and time again until we were meant to mend But gone were the pair, hiding under blankets dreaming Only cold adults remain, made from dying visions, souls slowly bleeding. The facade matters, as did the play but the nights are dark and lonely now too cruel for one not mysteri
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Is Anyone Out There?
There's always a time to write.  A thing that you feel.  A point to the pen.  Always.  No matter how small, trivial, personal, dirty or inane.  But...that is...the only "always" in life.  This writing, this statement...is dedicated to how that "always" is a simple and lonely thing indeed. When I first started writing it was when I was in college, in a computer lab between classes.  Computers have come into their heydey but aren't dispersed in so close proximity that everyone has one.  So many of us come to the computer lab for internet access and we all need it for printing power.  I remember those days, coming to the lab and doing homework
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From within the darkness...
It had been years since he had set pen to paper. Years since he had truly tried to express himself. At this point the pen felt more like the chef's knife; a thing he once knew and loved but...never made anything of. It felt wrong. The notebook was college-ruled, five subjects and the cover was blue, like his obviously stolen fountain pen. He could remember a preference for wide-ruled notebooks. The pages filled easier. They created a larger sense of progress. But he could also remember specifically picking this notebook, there was a reason for that. Whether he believed it appropriate or not was immaterial now. This was what he had and it wa
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Unsigned
To the empty room, thank you for holding onto my dust without it my memory is little more than a myth a secret between the two of us. To the worn mic and lonely pen thank you for waiting for my return the speakers are scratchy and ink is dried out the paper is yellowed and crinkled but I don't need to shout and any paper will showcase how I feel. To the silence Sorry I have to break you take back one of your domains life happens and never with your permission for you signify that things only stay the same. To the audience... Thank you for listening waiting for me to spit again even though as soon as I finished ...you went right back to ch
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Tools of the Trade
Everyone has them signatures to parts of their lives things they depend upon to earn their bread or simply for recreation. One doesn't go far on the path not without them in conjunction with your hands these carve your fate. Sometimes you don't pick them they come to you and follow till your dying day you learn to love and respect them Tools of the Trade
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Don't Let Me Rise Again.
If I should fall in battle be sure to put me down don't wait for my last breath just till I hit the ground. I don't need my weapon anymore, Be sure to take it with you. I'm past help so make haste or soon you will be, too. Say goodbye to me now hope you don't see me later when you come back I may not be here... Because it's the end times via zombie apocalypse so as much as you loved me beware my last kiss... As the lust in my eyes is not a good surprise; my arms are not out to hug since now I'm doomed to roam as undead show me some real love; don't let me rise again.
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I'm waving, don't you see?
Hey, don't look at me that way tears don't become you even being sad as you may be. There's no reason to cry my pain has ended there are no more battles for me to fight. Know this and remember even though I'm gone for now part of me will always be right here. I had a lot of fun and shed my share of tears and I saw this coming though I know that hurts to hear. We can only dodge the end so long and I know it hurts to see family leave but what happened to me isn't wrong. So, though it's hard to bear Let me wave goodbye and I'll see you later.
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Hope: The Spark of Existence
I was talking with someone last night whose opinion I value for the simplicity that he states them.  A matter-of-fact approach to everything is priceless but he said to me something I found rather strange out of someone who spends most of his time smiling genuinely (if a bit wickedly)to actually believe and live by. Hope is for the folks who are fooling themselves. He went on to say that hope only exists for the folks who know something bad is going to happen but need something to comfort them then likened it to people who know a ship is sinking but want to believe otherwise.  I countered that hope worked better for me and he told me he wou
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Life: The Speed Trap
An object at rest tends to stay at rest. Issac Newton It is pertinent to the abstract as well as being a basic law of physics.  The speed at which an object can move or has moved does not dictate how long or how often said object will move.  This is applicable to anything.  An impressive track record notes achievements of a track star and does not denote that a track star may have quit the game for reasons related to not being able to or wanting to run anymore.  After an off season with a strained tendon he may just quit.  And thus at rest he tends to stay at rest.  It's more commo
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Depression: Behind Blah Days
It is an abstract thing, a status upon the emotional state of a living creature.  The effects are far-reaching, health consequences of all kinds, social changes that are uncontrollable, a loss of the will to go on.  There is a science behind it as there is all things but unlike love it is easier to understand. Depression is a lack of things to keep your morale up.  A very popular cause for it is not having a cause or purpose at all.  If you can't understand why your life is the way it is you likely will feel a sense of not belonging and powerlessness that you can't seem to stave off for long.  Those feelings if left to their own too long dam
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Love: Behind the Scenes
In all the things I've seen on television and movies, read in books and informational publications both on paper and online, as well as experienced for myself paints "love" as something volatile, unpredictable and highly addictive.  Once you're in it you usually can't see what it does to you and when you're not in the "love loop" it's clear when others are.  There are reasons for this.  The effects are symptomatic of other habits.  The nature of it being unstable as it is yet desirable begs the simile of it being like a drug and also more explanation.  This second need we all too often discoun
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More Words to Remember
Some more things I have learned in my travails on this mortal coil that I can share with you... 10.  Stand by what you believe in. 9.  With the right tool you can solve ANY problem without exception. 8.  The world isn't here for you to make sense of it. 7.  Worry never solves anything but can often be the first step towards a solution. 6.  Insanity is doing the same thing the same way and expecting a different result. 5.  Two wrongs don't make a right, they make a travesty. 4.  Just because you walk the same way doesn't make you friends. 3.  Nothing is ever done in vain as long as someone is affected somehow. 2.  You cannot defeat or
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Nettiquette
                                   Netiquette                                     By:  Ex On forums, chat rooms and message boards there are basic rules of courtesy that should be followed.  There are more complex rules as well and I'll try to cover them all. Basic rule number one is keep you post on topic.  Too many times do people go off on a tangent in a thread and never address the original subject.  It is bad for other reasons as well. Basic rule number two is use as much good grammar as possible when you post.  Unless you are on a real time connection like Y! Instant Messenger when you post on a message board or forum you have tim
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Words to Remember
   Sometimes we could all use some advice.  For those who look for inspirational practical words of wisdom here are some of my favorites. 10.   Know what you can and cannot do. 9.   Keep an open mind. 8.   People will believe what they want.  Try not to be too offended. 7.   Fright is logic and your body coming to a mutual conclusion.  Pay attention. 6.   Don't be afraid to speak your mind. 5.   Honesty is the best policy.  Keep your lies few, far between, and well hidden. 4.   When you do something do it well and all the way.  Don't half step. 3.   You don't have to like everybody or what they have to say but respect thier right to a
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A Victimless Crime
                                       A Victimless Crime                                               By: Ex Now that we know what GTS is, what is so bad about it?  A fantasy that all people involved can enjoy right?  Wrong. The main problem is the high volume of adult content in these stories.  Adult content isn't bad but can and usually will become problematic when dealing with minors.  No matter what precautions you take minors will be finding their way into things they shouldn't. (No offense to minors, I was one once)  Some sites feature the adult content warning that attempts to dissolve liability on their part and deter minors.  N
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The GTS Concept
                               The Concept of GTS                                         By: Ex GTS- def. 1. Giantess or giant woman. Let's pretend it's a photograph.  Now paint yourself into the picture.  How tall are you by comparison?  What do you notice first?  What do you find attractive or diverting about this woman? These are key questions.  They help discern what aspects of the experience appeal to you.  From here you have a lot of options.  Everything in the setting is subjective.  You may be only six inches tall gazing up at her in awe.  She may have a classic hourglass figure and gentle smile on her face noticing you right aw
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Red Haired Girl 2 Epilogue
Epilogue:  Dress the Part At what you can call a homestead a couple is up at the crack of dawn.  Actually a little before since dressing for work is a slightly new thing for one of them.  By slightly new one could say not going to happen but his companion is insistent. “What’s wrong with what I have on?”  Link asks for the third time.  “You can’t expect me to wear that.”  He gestures at the hanger in his friend’s hand.  “No way.” “I done tol’ you more than once it gets dirty too fast and jus’ ain’t suited for work round here.”  Malon explains, holding out his outfit towa
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Red Haired Girl 2 Chapter 7
Chapter 7: Errors In Judgment The next morning the sun is streaming into the royal quarters.  It is quite sunny and light is inundating the room through the curtains. Despite that the majestic occupant is still asleep as she spent the greater part of the night down in the castle library doing some searching through the old volumes.  Scouring the ancient Hylian tomes and grimoires had been grueling and boring but did yield a couple candidates for spells to reverse Malon’s condition.  Zelda actually was eager to try them but one can hardly tell that now since she’s still asleep.  However the royal canopy bed provides little cover fro
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Red Haired Girl 2 Chapter 6
Chapter 6:  The Perfect Plan On the farm the next morning the itinerary for the day is being set.  With the chores done all that’s needed is a plan of action before they get going.  The resident hero and dayplanner is running through his checklist now. Preparation is the best weapon to battle anything with as far as he’s concerned and taking Malon anywhere is worth getting done right since way too much can go wrong.  A person can’t plan for everything but they can surely try. “You wanted to visit Darunia, right?”  Link asks, double-checking. “Mmmhm.”  Malon replies.  “Is there a problem with that?
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Red Haired Girl 2 Chapter 5
Chapter 5:  For the Love of a Clothespin Back on Lon Lon Ranch the chores are getting done but slowly by the lone worker and proprietor of the farm no less.  And he isn’t pleased about it in the slightest you can be sure. “First she got some kind of dinin’ thingy to go to then she says she’s going to be busy with that Link feller the next few days.  If I’m the one goin’ to be doin’ all the work round here may as well fire that Link guy if you ask me…”  Talon stops a moment in his task of feeding the animals.  “Wait a second, do we pay him?  Cause if we don’t maybe I shouldn’t compl
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Red Haired Girl 2 Chapter 4
Chapter 4:  Tumbling In the Right Direction The next morning Link is up early.  Despite a somewhat reprieve from work yesterday he went to bed early.  Something about being showered in hot tea and irritated really takes it out of you.  He’s awake before the rooster today and halfway through milking the cows when he crows. “Heh beat you this time.”  The hero thinks with a chuckle as he starts pouring the buckets into large canisters for storage.  “So shut up.” The old cock does exactly that.  Apparently with Link awake his purpose in life is done with and he slinks back into the chicken coop.  But that isn’t to
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Red Haired Girl 2 Chapter 3
Chapter 3:  The Life of the Party In Hyrule market there is a large crowd forming.  There always is a gathering in the bazaar at mid afternoon.  It’s the best time to shop and as things go today that presents a problem as by royal decree the streets need to be cleared ten minutes ago.  The guards are all out trying to reason with the populace while trying to nudge them out of the way with their shields.  They aren’t having much luck since no one likes being interrupted while they’re shopping but they don’t have much choice. “Please move, we need this area clear.”  The leader of the guard says for the seventh ti
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Red Haired Girl 2 Chapter 2
Chapter 2:  Getting Ready to Have Fun Early morning in Hyrule Castletown very few people are awake.  The sun has yet to appear and only a few intrepid merchants are setting up shop at this time of day.  It’s now that Impa makes her move.  She’s got a plan to implement and this is the time to do it. “All I have to do is post these signs to let everyone know…”  The sheikah thinks.  “And there won’t be any problems.”  Armed with notices that warn everyone of a special event starting at around 3:15 requiring the main street be cleared she tacks them up without delay.  “After this I have to find a few
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Red Haired Girl 2 Chapter 1
Chapter 1:  Business as Usual Author’s Note:  I suggest reading Red Haired Girl first or this is not going to make a bit of sense. It’s an ordinary day in Hyrule.  The sun rises and dawn is still in the early stages when the rooster crows.  This is of no concern to a certain hylian who sees the merits in sleeping late but still has a direct bearing on his beauty rest.  He can’t sleep through the bird’s noise, which was the design behind it, and groggily wakes up. “Morning already?”  Link mumbles, rolling over in bed.  “Ugh.”  He buries his face in his pillow.  “Uh uh.” “Come on, get u
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Red-Haired Girl
Link awakens in his house in the Kokiri woods to the sound of children playing outside. He sits and looks out the window of his treetop home. Happy elf kids are playing tag. He sighs and sits up. "What am I going to do today?" Link wonders aloud. "There isn't much for a hero to do now. Ever since I saved Hyrule and the whole time travel thing worked itself out I've been bored as all get out." He stands crouched down. "But I knew that. I wake up every day and say that. I almost wish I hadn't saved the kingdom so I'd have something to do…" He takes a swig of milk then refills the jar with the aid of his cow and slides down the ladder. "Should
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Wrapped In the Night Epilogue
Epilogue:  Last Wish The sun is blazing hot on a seemingly random summer day.  The morning star blazes the end of early morning away as it peaks at the very top and center of the endless blue bowl that is the sky.  Cloudless as far as the eye can see in every direction there will be no reprieve for those who walk the earth from the life-giving light this time but that in and of itself is fitting.  Given the occasion the punishing glare is all too perfect as shadows intersect over a specially made tombstone. “Thank you for coming.”  Crystalline says at length.  “I wasn’t sure I could go through with this.” “I&#
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Precipice
Listen to me, the meaning of abandonment posterchild of hope already spent trust too many times lent but with the will that remains unbent. Your ears I require for just a little while as I warble on a few minutes and find a way to finally retire. People like me think like locked doors hate things like thin and tricky tend to ignore and bend the weak while waiting for the right key. In this case that slot is an ignition turning it as I head well on the way to perdition with the windows rolled up I've run out of time to listen you're locked out on the sidewalk Later, you pedestrian. The time for heroines is over like the luck
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I haunt the ghost of myself.
[b]Mood:[/b] Contemplative [b]Thinking:[/b] Someone sends me notes? [b]Driving:[/b] My longest running relationship. 2009 Chevy Impala At some point the person that created this account left this world. He was replaced with me. I don't know how different that person is from me. I am forced to contemplate it as many of my relevant works are over 10 years old and the person who wrote them and me are only related incidentally by base concept similarities in our characters. I still love the things I wrote for the most part. I still believe in the things that I wrote essays about. And part of me still wishes for the things I wrote in poetry. At
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New Leaf? Different Tree? Who is it again?
It has been a literal age since I wrote anything. I may tackle fan-fiction again just to get the juices flowing. I want to unlock my mental potential and distract myself from the simple dopamine pursuits that are easy to get dragged into. Writing was my escape and now, writing can be so much more...or at least it can be a hobby I put energy into because I want to, not because a world of fantasy is better than reality. Exercising. Putting in work. I have things to do, and I will do them and earn the rewards a patient person who perseveres reaps.
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Annual Entry: Where am I?
Thinking: All the spare time in the world and still...barely here. Feeling: Thankfully numb, thank you percocet. Driving: Not allowed to go out without an escort...gimp leg. I wonder many times why I come here still. I think it's the good memories. All the hours I poured into the things I wrote. How ten years can pass and people can still enjoy the things I wrote. I like to imagine...the works are immortal...that they'll be read and enjoyed...long after I'm gone. I'm not unhappy or angsty. I'm so far from the person who originally created this account. I have moved and forgotten and then remembered and grown...I think maybe I'm not here a
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Oh man I somehow accidentally stumbled upon you again.

Hi.

I remember stumbling on your fan-fiction like 7+ years ago. You wouldn't know me, so I wouldn't bother trying to remember me. Just wanted to leave a comment saying hello and that I really enjoyed your work.

Didn't realize it had been that long since I read all that stuff. How have you been since?
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Ex1Hobbyist Writer
Well I am always happy to hear from a fan. Authors don't get much love around here and I haven't been big into fan fiction for at least 5 years so it's a nice jog down memory lane.

Since then, I've grown up and not had console access like I want with the level of dull adult things I have to do. Overall, I've been well though. Trying to find my muse and get back around here on a regular basis. And....If I somehow can get a console and find a current Gen game I like, I may get back into fan fiction. All depends on free time and how it comes together.

How did you stumble across me again? I'm curious.
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It's actually a pretty lengthy story, so if you don't mind I'll just give you the quick cliff notes. It started with someone posting a few pastebins of some old stories. After reading through them I ended up searching around for some more stuff and I happened across a site that I had forgotten existed, and that I am still amazed is still around. VGGTS.  It still has a somewhat sizable  collection of some older stories which included a few stories from you.

I started reading one of them and it seemed awfully familiar and then I saw the name credited as "Ex" which jogged my memory.  I had originally found your work here on DA so I set out on a journey to track this page down. Glad to see you're still alive and kicking.
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I haven't been there in ages. Has he taken down the source page for authors? I used to have a link straight to here.

It may be a lengthy story but I wouldn't mind hearing it. It reminds me of when I went to track down a few authors myself. Actually caught one a few years ago. I'm flattered, as an author, that you wanted to find my page again.
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It's a worthy cause but I also subscribe to dA so it really doesn't affect me the same way it does you. Other members without subscriptions are a much better bet, though.