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First of all, I would like to express my utter horror at the APALLING number of Mary-Sue fics in this category - there are more Mary-Sue's than fics about the actual people/books! This worries me. I confess that I am worried…
I have therefore decided to put an end to this horrifying trend, by ANY means necessary… This could, of course, mean that I simply woo you into writing fics based on unperfect people (yes, unperfect…), using my superior writing skills…(yeah, right ;) ). Far more likely, however, I will scare you away from this category FOREVER!!!!! Mwahahaha!!!!!(I said ANY means…). That's right, ladies and gentlemen, bitchy writer 101 is here for your educational enjoyment!
Soooooooo, enjoy?
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The Fate Of A Nation
I enter a room, and what do I see?
A long, sharp sword,
and a little buzzy-bee.
The sword is wide, and really quite tall,
it hangs from the ceiling,
against the front-wall.
The bee, however, flies to my hand.
Its head the size
of a grain of sand.
Its' size does not matter, as it lands on me.
I think only of,
this buzzy-bee.
Dispite its mass, the sword holds no risk,
Its' radiant size
threatens not my wrist.
Only the bee, small and frail,
can make my heart
shiver and quail.
The lesson learnt for all to see,
the fate of a nation
may rest with a bee…
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