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Elitist Bullshit: A Replacement
"Elitist Bullshit"
A Replacement for "Why I Hate Most Fanfics"
Let me tell you a story.
Picture a 21-year-old girl (yes, girl, because adulthood hadn't caught her just yet) who puts everything she has into her writing only to have it overlooked in favor of fanfiction. Picture her, greedy for comments and follows and faves, furious that something as simple as writing fanfiction gets the attention that she so rightly deserves for doing the hard work of writing original content! When fanfiction uses someone else's characters and world! When fanfiction has a built-in audience and doesn't have to work at attracting other readers! Picture her thinking every petty, jealous thought you'd ever had about another writer. Picture that girl, and give her my face.
Picture her making a detailed list of her hate so that people will comment and favorite and agree with her. She titles it "Why I Hate Most Fanfics" and posts it to her deviantArt account. Picture her as she sits back smugly i
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The Mind's Own Place Ch. 1
One
There is an Angel staring at me.
I don't mean "angel" in the way of the cutesy nickname men in bars give to women they want to fuck. Or the favorite child of a doting mother. It's not even some Good Samaritan doing deeds that make others proclaim them a saint. No, this is a capital-letter-A Angel straight from Heaven, the ones whose introductions always begin with "Be not afraid!" because otherwise they're too terrifying to bear. You know, that kind of Angel.
If you happen to be wondering how you can recognize one, it's the eyes that give them away. They don't glow, or change color or suddenly look different in a way that would alert you to the fact you're not talking to a human. It's not even a newness—that wet look of a freshly-peeled hardboiled egg—that the young and innocent have. Angels have old eyes, but it's the way they hold them that makes their strangeness obvious. Their brows are a little too high, raised in permanent surprise at the world around them. Blinki
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Sociopathic Grief
My grandmother died last Monday morning. January 13, 2014. At around five in the morning. I got the call at 6:30am.
It feels strange to type it out. It feels stranger not to be upset about it. After a batch of tears on Monday afternoon, I've returned to normal. I've gone to work, I've attended classes, and my normal routine hasn't even been disrupted. Hell, I haven't even told the majority of people in my life; most of those who know found out because my sister tagged me in a "R.I.P. Grandma" post on Facebook. I haven't brought it up in real life.
But the people who know, I catch them looking at me out of the corners of their eyes, like they're waiting for me to suddenly break down in tears. Friends have been well-meaning, sending texts with messages like, "I'm so sorry" and "My heart is broken for you" and "What do you need?"
And the only thing I can do to respond is to say, "Thanks. I don't need anything." And then they stare at me like they can't believe it.
The truth is, I'm not an
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Once More 15
Once More
Vasilis
Their return to Reverie had not gone without notice. The Elvish Council had insisted on being present as Vasilis was brought in for his new trial, and more than one voice called for him to be put to death immediately for his lapse in imprisonment. Fortunately, no one had taken matters into their own hands, discouraged both by Gardeon's protection and Aurora's constant presence. They wouldn't kill him in front of her, not without a fair trial; they would want to prove to her their superiority, not their capacity for murder.
The actual proceedings took hours. He had to explain the situation over and over again to increasingly hostile listeners. There were interruptions and long arguments. Even Aurora raised her voice more than once, managing to drown out the Elvish Council with sheer volume and nonstop words. It was chaos.
Finally, Queen Mab lifted her voice above the din, shutting down the fight. "Enough!" she said, fixing each with a glare. "Infighting will solve no p
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Vasilis
It seemed Vasilis wasn't any better with goodbyes than he had been the last time. He was angry—angry at leaving Tern in a potentially dangerous situation, angry at the court for looking at Tern with fear, angry at Arista for her deceptions, and angriest at himself for snapping at first Aurora and then Tern. There were only a handful of people in the world he cared about, and who cared for him in return, and he had managed to alienate both of them in the space of a few minutes. Not one of his finer moves, to be sure.
“We do not want to leave you in an argument. Or, as last time, with insult,” Tern said.
Vasilis sighed, feeling very tired. "Nor do I," he admitted. He was more than a little relieved to hear that the hostility had nearly left his voice. "I'm tired of fighting."
He risked a look at Aurora. Some of the anger had left her face. "I have made a great number of mistakes today," he told her. "And I promise you, I will not make them again. I am
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Vasilis
So much had happened so quickly that Vasilis needed a few minutes to recall exactly what had brought them to this moment. It seemed like one minute he and Tern had been talking, and the next all of Hell had broken loose. Only the presence of Gardeon and Aurora had kept him from doing something regrettable.
After Gardeon had led him away from Tern, Vasilis had been guided back to the cluster of Elves. The conversation between Aurora and Arista—if indeed it could be labeled something so civil—appeared to be winding down. While Arista didn't show as much rage as Vasilis had been expecting, there was a certain pinched expression to her face that revealed her displeasure. Aurora, on the other hand, had remained calm and seemed unfazed by the glares of both the king and of Tern's cousin. She had finished speaking, bowed, and returned to the Elves with hardly a backwards glance.
"You were brought to inhibit incidents, not to cause them!" Gardeon hissed at her. "W
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Vasilis
They'd laid hands on Tern.
It took everything in Vasilis not to cross the floor and come to his friend's defense. There were maybe four or five feet between them—such a small distance!—and he could have crossed it without trouble if there weren't so many eyes on him. But without a weapon and with his hands bound in chains, it was unlikely he'd be in any position to help Tern escape. Besides, he doubted that the Elves were going to be kind enough to let him move towards the prince without seriously injuring one or both of them. Instead Vasilis was forced to stand just outside of Tern's range, angry that there was nothing more he could do.
“Has everyone forgotten about you? Poor thing.” Arista wandered near, but not too near, the group of Elves and Vasilis. Her tone held no malice; anyone listening would have heard a light, half-joking remark, and then, sincere pleasure: “I'm glad my cousin will be able to serve as your avenue home. Anomali
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Vasilis
 
Vasilis could only stare as he waited for the thoughts in his brain to finish clicking into place. He recalled—as if it was a lifetime ago—asking Tern if there was anyone he'd cared about enough to do anything for. Tern had said only his mother, but that she had died some time before. Why hadn't Vasilis remembered that Tern's mother was dead? His mind had nagged at him in the tunnels about Tern's mother, but he'd been too slow to remember it!
And that would have helped how, exactly? he thought bitterly. What good would that memory have done in that moment?
Tern was speaking to him. “We thank you for your honesty regarding your history and the events that took place in Reverie. Please know that whatever the outcome, this was neither your fault, nor responsibility to fix.”
"Tern."
"Do not worry about us. We will do what we must here."
"And what exactly will that be?" Vasilis asked, dropping his voice. "I can't go now that I k
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Vasilis
 
The weight of all eyes in the room on him was enough to make Vasilis squirm, even though he didn't normally fidget. Speaking in front of people was an uncomfortable notion even when he hadn't been accused of planning a violent, revenge-fueled coup, and today's shackles and accusing stares were doing nothing to inspire eloquence. Besides, it was clear Tern hadn't told his father anything about Reverie, and Vasilis didn't want to out his friend's travels if Tern had worked so hard to keep them secret. But Tern had told him to tell the truth if anyone asked, and the king seemed more trustworthy than Arista had been, so maybe this was the only choice?
"Vasilis," Gardeon prompted, "you were asked a question."
Vasilis couldn't look at Aurora. If he looked at her he'd fall apart, and he needed to remain composed. He didn't look at Gardeon either, at the risk of seeing annoyance or disappointment in those eyes. Instead, he made himself look at Tern and tried to silentl
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Vasilis
 
The walls of the corridor blackened and faded to near nothing as Vasilis was dragged along behind Tern. Leto was still close at hand—silent and sullen as she had ever been—and showed no inclination to wander off on her own. After the pair had arrived and Tern proclaimed that the Elves and humans were already present, there had been little discussion as movement commenced. But Tern's take-charge stance and directive movements had freed up Vasilis's mind to think for a moment, and his thoughts were not encouraging.
He had to accept that there was no reason to hurry, no reason to rush down to the anomaly and return to Earth. If Reverie had sent Elves and humans to fetch him, they believed whatever lies Arista told them. What was the theory, he wondered idly, that had brought them there? Had she told them he was a murderous kidnapper intent on invading Reverie? That he'd found a way to escape his prison and was busy leaping through other worlds? That he
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Vasilis
 
His sleep was short and fitful, and it was nearly a relief when it was interrupted by the opening of the door. Vasilis sat up immediately, hoping to see Ternnath or the meal Arista had promised to arrange, but no one entered the room. Instead, a hand clutching the weapon he'd been given at the beginning of his travels poked inside the doorframe, deposited the blade, and vanished. He heard the telltale click of the lock a moment later.
Vasilis frowned. What was this? Ternnath would have known better than to have a weapon sent to him, and he doubted the guards would see now as an appropriate time to return his possessions to him. Arista's orders, perhaps? But to what end?
Cautiously, he rose from the bed and walked over to the short sword. As he drew close, he could see there was a piece of paper stuck to it. Vasilis picked up both sword and letter and was not surprised to discover that his stomach was already working on a sinking feeling. Nothing good ever came
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Vasilis
Being raised amongst Goblins proved to be useful for the first time in his life, for it allowed Vasilis to look on Arista with a face untouched by emotion. Internally, however, he was having a harder time. He knew her words were chosen for great effect, since the Goblin King had often done the same thing during Vasilis's childhood, but they still touched a part of him that he had tried to keep suppressed. She was right; Reverie didn't want him, and those on Earth who knew him were still afraid of him. These were things he had already told himself.
Still, it rankled him to have Arista point out his inner thoughts so easily. If I had a knife, I would— he broke off the thought as quickly as he could. No, those are not the sorts of thoughts that give people cause to trust me. And no matter how much Arista tries to bait me, her truths are not enough reason to end her life.
He could be silent. He could sit there for hours and stare at Arista and reveal n
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Vasilis
 The anomaly had only been gone a second before the doorway to the hall opened. 
"I thought he would never leave." A blonde, short-haired girl in a green dress, the same one who had been leaning over the ramparts to watch earlier, walked in. "Sorry, it's been tricky to talk to you with him around and it took some time for Leto to get an anomaly in here. His father appointed me to talk to you about what you need. Improve diplomacy skills, you know." She smiled easily and held out a hand. "You are Vasilis, correct? Prince Vasilis, if I understood Tern correctly. I hope we can understand each other a little better."
This was a complication he had not planned for. If he'd known Tern would be so foolish as to rush into the anomaly without him, Vasilis would have stuck to him closer. Now he was alone with a strange girl, and his only sure friend and ally was nowhere to be seen. Manners and diplomacy had never been his strong point—the only diplomacy Goblins
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Vasilis
 
Vasilis hadn't noticed the appearance of the latest anomaly until he heard Tern speak. "This is ridiculous," the young Prince muttered. "Trapping us and then setting the Listener to work on removing us, honestly."
"It makes sense from a security point of view," Vasilis said, taking a seat on the edge of Tern's bed. "We used to do something similar in the Goblin tunnels. Cruder, certainly, but similar. My father—"
He broke off and made a face. He hadn't slipped and called the Goblin King his father in nearly four months. Old habits, it seemed, were still very hard to break. "The Goblin King," he corrected, "made the Goblins construct tunnels that could be collapsed with little effort. Then there would be a single tunnel left. When the prey followed the tunnel, it would take them somewhere… unpleasant. Sometimes it was the Pit—the place where the Goblins came to feed. Sometimes it was the King's Chambers. In a few cases it was the Kelpie. In ev
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Vasilis
 
Vasilis had always prided himself on his vision in darkness, but six months outside of the Goblin caves had left him out of practice. He was still reasonably sure he could see better than Tern, but it certainly couldn't have been by much. His hearing, however, was just as good as it ever was, and there was little difficulty in picking out the sound of voices from beyond the passage. A man and woman were in the middle of a discussion, their voices deceptively calm. For his part, Vasilis could recognize the tension in their words.
"He seems unhappy," the woman was saying.
"His safety is my primary concern," the man replied. "His happiness must come second to keeping him safe."
"I am not saying you should remove all guards and let Ternnath go wherever he likes," the woman said. "But he may benefit from seeing more of the world than just our home—and from talking to people who are different. He is my son, too, and his happiness is my primary concern."
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Short answer: a total lack of creative output.

Longer answer: okay, a total lack of creative output is a bit of a stretch, but not by much. These days I'm not posting much writing, which is pretty unfortunate. Grad school kind of burnt a lot out of me, and even three years out I'm struggling to get back to the place where I love writing.

In the meantime, I've published a total of two short stories. The first is "Threshold" and was in The Apocrypha Files: From the Ashes, Rise, which is a post-apocalyptic anthology that you can buy on Amazon. The second is called "Exchange" and will soon be available in the second volume of The Apocrypha Files: A Fitting End; that one is full of remixed fairy tales, and is available for preorder at www.ensopub.com.

I've also been trying to get my novel, Visioner, picked up by a literary agent. So far four have said no, and I'm currently waiting on responses from two others. And I've got a long list to get through if those two say no. It's a slow, demoralizing process, but I'm trying to slog through it.

I'm working as a substitute teacher and trying to get a full-time, regular job elsewhere so as to have a little more financial security. So lots of job applications that aren't resulting in callbacks just yet.

I'm a lurker on Tumblr these days (username is problemseeker) and I've got an AO3 account (also ProblemSeeker) where I've been posting fic of the Elsewhere University webcomic. I've also got a twitter (MBrynSchut) where I tweet sporadically.

This sounds like a lot of downer news, but I'm mostly doing all right aside from my usual mental health struggles. I don't even know if anyone is still following me here; I just thought it might be a good idea to update in case anyone wondered if I fell off the face of the Earth. Nope! I'm still here, doing grown-up things and trying to stay sane!

In any case, I hope you guys are doing well. Feel free to track me down on any of the platforms above and say hi; I check those a little more frequently than I check this.

-Bryn

Short answer: a total lack of creative output.

Longer answer: okay, a total lack of creative output is a bit of a stretch, but not by much. These days I'm not posting much writing, which is pretty unfortunate. Grad school kind of burnt a lot out of me, and even three years out I'm struggling to get back to the place where I love writing.

In the meantime, I've published a total of two short stories. The first is "Threshold" and was in The Apocrypha Files: From the Ashes, Rise, which is a post-apocalyptic anthology that you can buy on Amazon. The second is called "Exchange" and will soon be available in the second volume of The Apocrypha Files: A Fitting End; that one is full of remixed fairy tales, and is available for preorder at www.ensopub.com.

I've also been trying to get my novel, Visioner, picked up by a literary agent. So far four have said no, and I'm currently waiting on responses from two others. And I've got a long list to get through if those two say no. It's a slow, demoralizing process, but I'm trying to slog through it.

I'm working as a substitute teacher and trying to get a full-time, regular job elsewhere so as to have a little more financial security. So lots of job applications that aren't resulting in callbacks just yet.

I'm a lurker on Tumblr these days (username is problemseeker) and I've got an AO3 account (also ProblemSeeker) where I've been posting fic of the Elsewhere University webcomic. I've also got a twitter (MBrynSchut) where I tweet sporadically.

This sounds like a lot of downer news, but I'm mostly doing all right aside from my usual mental health struggles. I don't even know if anyone is still following me here; I just thought it might be a good idea to update in case anyone wondered if I fell off the face of the Earth. Nope! I'm still here, doing grown-up things and trying to stay sane!

In any case, I hope you guys are doing well. Feel free to track me down on any of the platforms above and say hi; I check those a little more frequently than I check this.

-Bryn

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I just finished my MA in English: Creative Writing. Currently, I am beginning the process of seeking a literary agent for my work and will be taking my first steps towards publication.
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Hey there! Hope your birthday was a good one! I would've replied sooner, but I was busy at the time. :/
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Happy birthday! socks the cat- nYA by paw-kitten
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:woohoo: :party: :iconcakelickplz: !!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!! :iconcakelickplz: :party: :woohoo:

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