(You can read my work that I have not posted here (drabbles, for example) at FF.net, username LaughableBlackStorm.)
Thank you for taking the time to check out my stories!
I am aware that my username is slightly disturbing and also misspelled. Nobody has ever pointed it out to me, but I have been well aware for the past few years. It's a bit shameful, but what can you do? I was young when I made this account and had just watched the movie Without A Paddle for the first time, and was in love with the line, "Abort the fetal position, it's not working!" Having just discovered the vast world of fanfiction, I was excited to create an account here to post my newly written stories - so excited, in fact, that I forgot a little "i" in the word "position." Such memories.
The first fanfics I ever wrote are not posted here anymore, because they made me cringe and I just couldn't stand them anymore :P
I think it's accurate to say that the first story I really worked on was Stop Me From Trying. Then came Mud In His Eyes in 2009, and I'm still rather fond of that one.
Update June 2012:
Wow. It's been a while. But, I have written a Harry/Draco one-shot, and it is currently in the queue!
Update August 2010:
Seedling's up, hurray! Right now, I am also writing an Alternate Universe chaptered story that I've been slaving away at for a while. :) A new one-shot is also in the works; a Harry/Fred, oddly enough, as I've never really been interested in any Harry/Weasley pairings.
Summary: During their sixth year, Malfoy and Potter meet in a corridor each night, as Malfoy struggles to move and Potter tries to smother their shadows.
Summary: During the bitter weeks of December 1935, young Tom Riddle found shelter in a hidden alcove and in a strange boy who surprisingly liked him. The boy was compassionate, curious, and far too optimistic, and he had unexpectedly shown up on the street one cold day when Tom was feeling lonely. His name was Harry, and if Tom could ever call someone a friend, it would have to be him.
Summary: Gravely wounded by a stray curse, Harry lies beneath the battle and waits, because he can't do much else.
'Voldemort is there, standing above him. He takes them to a different place, a different time.'
Summary: Sirius was always right, no matter what. This time shouldn't have been any different; but a memory, just one memory, was enough to stop him from reaching the land across from the treacherous island of Azkaban.