This is a story that I have a very difficult time putting forth, for a myriad of reasons which I shall further explain within. A single decision, by a single girl, and the world is changed forever.

A story somewhat inspired by the way that the 3^rd Child is characterized at the start of the first manga volume. The last surviving pilot Evangelion pilot, Shinji Ikari, is lost when Evagelion Unit 01 is pulled into the Sea of Dirac by the Twelfth Angel. With no other options left NERV takes the only action it can, inundating the Angel with nearly a thousand N² mines, and Shinji awakens somewhen far distant, amidst a terrifyingly familiar war.

This is an Utena continuation fic, and probably my darkest work to date. More than fourteen years have passed since Utena left Ohtori, and in the 'real' world portents weigh heavily in the skies, and darkness comes stealing into dreams. The Revolution is coming, and He will not be stopped.

At the point I wrote this, I had seen about half of the "Revolutionary Girl Utena" series, and for those of you familiar with it, you know that the character relationships are very intriguing while the plot itself in an enigmatic series of twists and betrayals. Within is one of the possible resolutions.

A Bebop continuation of a different sort. After the near apocalyptic showdown between Spike and Vicious, the Red Dragon Syndicate finds itself on the verge of an internal war of succession, and in desperation turns to the only man who can hold the syndicate together. But in saving him, have they damned themselves?

This chaotic crossover was written as an entry in the AnimeFest '99 fanfiction contest, and is a parody of both the anime convention and the fanfic contest itself. For people who like to know such things, the series involved are: Ah! My Goddess, Bastard!, Bubblegum Crash, Darkstalkers, El Hazard, Fushigi Yuugi, Ghost in the Shell,Marmalade Boy, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Pokemon, Ranma 1/2, Revolutionary Girl Utena, Rurouni Kenshin, Sailor Moon, Slayers, Tekken, Tenchi Muyo, and Trigun.

These are my original works. Some science fiction, some fantasy, I bear no respect whatsoever for the warp and weave of reality. Let starships grace the heavens, and dragons dream the dreams of the ages.

For the entirety of our lives we stand watched beneath the gaze of our inanimate possessions, and sometimes we form our own attachments to these objects, binding chains woven of memory and circumstance. Although short, this is a must read and arguably the best piece of fiction I have ever written.

The title means Body of the God of Speed, at least as far as my lackluster Latin skills can tell me. The setting is very reminiscent of Battle Angel Alita.

This is a marshmallow story. Tasty, but not much substance. Still worth the read though.

One of the few plays I've written. This definitely heavy on abstract surrealism, but everyone I showed it to liked it (except for the one who hated abstract surealism).

These just plain defy description. That doesn't mean there any less cool though.

Stranger in a Strange Land. Yeah, originalty was never my strong point. This is my daily journal of the semester I'm spending in Japan. Take a gander at my misadventures in the land of the rising sun.

You can run into some of the strangest people online. In this case, an estranged couple runs into each other in a chat room after something like six thousand years of separation.

In my English course, one of our assignments was to right a dramatic monologue. This is a strange take on an accident I saw in a gas station parking lot just as I was about to go home from work.

This was a faux-submission to the editorial page of The Ann Arbor News, written by a acquaintance of mine, mocking the most recent gathering of inbred village idiots (better known as the Annual Ann Arbor Ku Klux Klan rally).