My name is Aviarianna O' Lorien, you may call me Avaria but I prefere the complete shortening of Avi. My name means "The Unwilling Gift of Lorien" Avaria simply means "The Unwilling" and Avi doesnt really have much of a meaning, it's just a nice, short, sweet, innocent pull from the full ten lettered name. Avaria came from somewhere else that I don't much like to talk about but I do put into my fiction.

EVERYTHING IS A WORK IN PROGRESS WITH ME AND EVERYTHING HAS ROOM FOR IMPROVEMENT!

Also...I may not write it but I do enjoy yaoi/shonen ai fics.

Another note, beleive it or not, but as most writing goes, my fiction does stem from some sort of truth. I'm a very strange person...I don't see the world like a lot of people do and I say this not in a posotive way but in a negative, for it tends to isolate me from people...

You may call me Avi, if you ask you may recieve an answer, you may not. -shrug-

Updates on stories will usually be few and far between, I've got many things to work out and inspiration doesnt always come when you call it you know.

In addition, I must warn you all that I will be deleting a number of older stories becuase they unfortunately SUCK and as I look back on the things I wrote years ago I cringe at knowing that they came from MY fingetips and onto a word a file. I've grown a lot as a writer since I first started, so obviouslyThe following stories will be deleted, and/or rewritton unless I get messages saying you people want me to keep them...

The following are dead and gone, BUT if you really liked one of them tell me and I'll direct you to where you can find them.

Veggie Goes To Fresh Choice (Stupid and honestly...one of the worse attempts at Humor in existence)

Futureseers (Lets face it...I have NO idea where it was going in the first place...)

Spirited Away, 10 Years Later, One New Person (Lets face it...that story is stupid and dead.)

ANY AND ALL OF MY STORIES ARE CURRENTLY ON INDEFINITE HIATUS AND SEVERAL ARE BEING REWRITTEN. WE THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE AND WISH YOU ALL A VERY NICE DAY/EVENING/AFTERNOON/WHATEVER!

If you think the kids should just give the rabbit his cereal, copy this, and put it in your profile.

If you have ever had a mad laughing fit for absolutely no reason, copy and paste this into your profile.

92 percent of American teens would die if Abercombie and Fitch told them it was uncool to breathe. Copy this in your profile if you would be the 8 percent that would be laughing your butt off.

If you have music in your soul, post this in your profile!

If you saw the Eragon movie and you think that FOX should NOT be allowed to make Eldest, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you think that Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann-- Disney's PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN-- are made for each other and no matter how awesomely awesome Captain Jack Sparrow may be, he should never, under any circumstances, be with Elizabeth, COPY AND PASTE THIS INTO YOUR PROFILE.

There's nothing wrong with arguing with yourself. It's when you argue with yourself and LOSE when it's weird. If you agree, copy this and put it in your profile.

If you measure the distance between destinations in hours, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you have inside jokes...with yourself...copy and paste this into your profile.

If you think rap is the most awful thing to ever be called "music," and that rappers are wanna-be's who are being paid to make fools out of themselves and can't even sing, copy and paste this into your profile.

If, for no warning, you have laughed during a movie part that wasn't funny, put this in your profile.

If you believe that, in another dimension, Johnny Depp actually is Captain Jack Sparrow, copy this into your profile.

If you have ever heard of National Talk Like a Pirate day, copy this into your profile.

If you've ever had a mad laughing fit for no reason, copy this into your profile.

Put this in your profile if you didn't know that the Alphabet song and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star had the same tune.

A true friend is someone who will try to answer the "eraser bits" question and have a long conversation about it. A true friend is someone who won't say anything when you cry for no reason, but will start sobbing too, just help you cry. If you have a true friend, copy and paste this in your profile.

If you were country when country wasn't cool((come to think of it, is it now?)), please copy and paste this into your profile.

"I'm bringing sexy back..." Copy and paste this into your profile if you never even knew sexy was gone.

If you have ever ran into a tree, copy and paste this into your profile.

Ninety-five percent of the kids out there are concerned with being popular and fitting in. If you're part of the five percent who aren't, copy this, put it in your profile, and add your name to the list. AnimeKittyCafe, Hyperactivley Bored, Gem W, Bara-Minamino, Yavie Aelinel, IwuvMyKenshyPoo, Heidiplease, iNsOmNiAc BiLlIe JoE lOvEr, Black Panther Warrior, Mina the Mischevious, SnowNeko, KylaMizuki, Fighting Away our Indecision, Aviarianna O' Lorien

EVERYTHING IS ON HIATUS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE!

I'm into THEATRE & ART, so I MUST be a homosexual.

I'm a VIRGIN, so I MUST be a prude.

I'm BI, so I MUST think every girl I see is hot.

I'm a FEMALE GAMER, so I MUST be ugly or crazy.

I WEAR BLACK, so I MUST be a Goth.

I'm YOUNG, so I MUST be naive.

I'm SOUTHERN, so I MUST be white trash.

I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch.

I'm OVERWEIGHT, so I MUST ave a problem with self control.

I'm WICCAN, so I MUST be a devil-worshipping baby killer.

I'm A GOOD LIAR, so I MUST be an actor/actress.

I'm a BLACK BELT, so I MUST always want to kick somone's ass.

I'm a FEMALE BLACK BELT, so I MUST be a lesbian

I LIKE TO BE MYSELF, so I MUST be cocky and arrogant.

I'm FRENCH, so I MUST be a homosexual.

I'm BOHEMIAN, so I MUST be a lazy drug addict.

I LOVE ANIMALS, so I MUST be a vegetarian.

I'm a TREEHUGGER, so I MUST be ona drug addicted hippir.

I'm INTO JIMI HENDRIX, so I MUST be on drugs.

I'm a MUSICIAN, so I MUST not be doing anything in my life.

I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS.

I'm ASIAN, so I MUST love math.

I'm BLACK, so I MUST be on welfare.

I'm PUNK, so I MUST cut my wrists.

I'm RICH, so I MUST be a concieted snob.

I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist.

I'm IRISH, so I MUST be an alcoholic.

I'm BLOND, so I MUST be a stupid ditz.

I'm a CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be a whore.

I'm a JEW, so I MUST be greedy.

~STOP STEREOTYPES! IF YOU HATE STEREOTYPES AND WANT THEM TO STOP, COPY THIS LIST INTO YOUR PROFILE AND BOLD THE ONES YOU ARE!



I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it

(I cried...just a bit...becuase its a shame, a real bloody shame that these things have to happen. Remember that next time you tease someone.)

TRY NOT TO CRY

Mommy.. Johnny brought a gun to school,

He told his friends that it was cool,

And when he pulled the trigger back,

It shot with a great crack.

Mommy, I was a good girl, I did What I was told,

I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold!

But Mommy, when I went to school that day,

I never said good-bye,

I'm sorry Mommy, I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry.

When Johnny shot the gun, He hit me and another,

And all because Johnny, Got the gun from his older brother.

Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,

And please tell Trevor; my boyfriend; That it wasn't just a crush.

And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now,

And tell my dear sweet grandmother; I'll be waiting for her now,

And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best;

Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better than the rest.

Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class,

And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass.

Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one deserves this,

Mommy, warn the others, Mommy I left without a kiss.

And Mommy tell the doctors; I know they really did try,

I think I even saw a doctor, Trying not to cry.

Mommy, I'm slowly dying, With a bullet in my chest,

But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest.

Mommy I ran as fast as I could,

When I heard that crack, Mommy, listen to me if you would,

I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were new,

I guess I'm not going with Daddy, On that trip to the new zoo.

I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid,

I wanted to be an actress, Mommy, I wanted to live.

But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late,

Mommy, tell my Trevor, I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date.

I love you Mommy, I always have, I know; you know it's true,

And Mommy all I wanted to say is, "Mommy, I love you."

In Loving Memory of The Columbine Students Who Were Lost

Please if you would,

Pass this around,

I'd be happy if you could,

Don't smash this on the ground.

If you pass this on,

Maybe people will cry,

Just keep this in your heart,

For the people who didn't get to say "Good-bye".

Now you have 2 choices,

1) Pass this on, and show people you care, repost as "Try Not To Cry"
2) Don't send it, and you have just proven how cold-hearted you really are

IN MEMORIAL

I was Rob Anthony,
I was nineteen.
My lips are open
in a soundless scream.

They closed my mouth,
they made me smile,
they closed my eyes
for my funeral.

I was at a party.
My girlfriend was there.
She ran her soft fingers
through my messy hair.

I was at a party.
We had a few beers.
I got kind of drunk, I think,
I lost all my fears.

Well, it was time to go home.
I climbed in my car.
My girlfriend climbed in hers.
Her eyes were like stars.

We drove down narrow streets.
We decided to race.
I can still hear our drunk laughter,
can still see her sweet face.

I pressed down on the pedal.
I sped down the street.
My girlfriend was gaining on me.
I was gonna be beat.

Then I swerved real sudden
and I hit, and I crashed.
I went through my car's windshield.
Nine of my ribs were smashed.

She didn't take it seriously.
Laughing, she drove away.
I lay bleeding on my car.
I died there that day.

God, please tell my mother
I'm sorry I lied.
God, please tell my father
I'm sorry I died.

My homework is lying
unfinished on my desk.
My cat sleeps on my bed.
Now both he and I rest.

God, tell my friends they're good guys.
Kiss my girlfriend for me.
God, make sure they don't cut down
my big birthday tree.

God, tell them that I love them.
Tell them, try not to cry.
God, I wasted my own voice.
Tell everyone... goodbye.

Rob Anthony was a real person. He made his way through elementary school, junior high, highschool. He was nineteen when he was at a party. His girlfriend says that they were racing together when he crashed. She drove away. The police suspect there was alcohol involved.
Rob had the entire world ahead of him. He wanted to be an engineer. Now he never will be.
Rob Anthony wanted to go through college. He wanted to live a life, a full one, one that people would remember.
Rob Anthony had one life, and he blew it.
Every fifteen minutes, another teenager with a whole life that they could have lived dies of alcohol-related car crashes. Don't race in a car. Don't drink and drive. And remember Rob Anthony.
If you feel that Rob deserves to be remembered, copy and paste this into your profile.

(I AM A CHILD OF THE 90'S AND PROUD OF IT!) Just because you were born in '97 doesn't mean you're a 90's kid. It's not like you could remember the original Simpsons. I am sorry, but three conscious years of the 90's just wont cut it. You're a 90's kid if... you remember watching Doug, Ren & Stimpy, Pinky and the Brain, AAAAAAAH Real Monsters!, Rocko's Modern Life, Animaniacs, Gargoyles. You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCHE!" You just can't resist finishing this... "in west Philadelphia born and raised..." You remember Step by Step, Family Matters, Dinosaurs, Boy Meets World. You remember when it was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons. You remember reading Goosebumps. You still get the urge to say "NOT" after (almost) every sentence... not. When everything was settled by rock-paper-scissors or "bubble gum, bubble gum in a dish" or Ms. Mary Mack. When kick ball was a daily activity. When we used to obey our parents. You used to listen to the radio all day long just to record your FAVORITE song of ALL time on a tape. You remember when Super Nintendos and Sega Genesis became popular. You remember the ORIGINAL Game Boy. You always wanted to send in a tape to America's Funniest Home Videos... but never taped anything funny. You remember watching The Magic School Bus, Wishbone, Reading Rainbow, and Ghostwriter on PBS. You remember when Yo-Yos were cool. You remember those Where's Waldo? books. You remember eating Warheads and Splashers Gum. You remember watching the 1st Batman, Aladdin, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Ghostbusters. You remember Ring Pops. If you remember when every thing was "da BOMB!" You remember boom boxes vs. CD players. Making those little paper fortune cootie catcher things, and then predicting your life with them. You played and/or collected "Pogs." You had at least one Tamagotchi, GigaPet, or Nano and brought it everywhere. One word... Trolls. Windows 95 was the best. You watched the original cartoons of Rugrats, Wild Thornberrys, Power Rangers, Rocket Power. All your school supplies were "Lisa Frank" brand. You collected those Beanie Babies. You remember Carebears. Lambchop's song never ended. Silver dollars, which were cool to have. Everyone watched the WB. If you even know what an original Walkman is. You know the Macarena by heart. "Talk to the hand" ...enough said. You went to McDonald's to play in the Playplace. You remember playing on merry go rounds at the playground. Before the MySpace frenzy . . . Before the Internet & text messaging ... Before Sidekicks & iPods ... Before PlayStation3 or X-BOX 360 ... Before Spongebob ... Before Tupac was shot. When light-up sneakers were cool. When you rented VHS tapes, not DVDs. When gas was 95 cents a gallon. When we recorded stuff on VCRs. You had slap bracelets! You actually played outside until it was dark! Way back. Before we realized all this would eventually disappear. Post this in your bulletin if you remember these days...

They hurt her.

This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her in the ground when she was still alive. The murderer chanted, "Toma sota balcu" as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this in your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded. Lucille

FACT: About two months later, 16-year-old David Gregory read this post and didn't repost it. When he went to take a shower, he heard laughter, started freaking out, and ran to his computer to repost it. He said goodnight to his mom and went to sleep, but five hours later, his mom woke up in the middle of the night from a loud noise and David was gone. A few hours later, the police found him in the sewer, with a broken neck and the skin on his face peeled off.

If you don't repost this saying "They hurt her," then Carmen will get you, either from a sewer, the toilet, the shower, or when you go to sleep, you'll wake up in the sewer, in the dark, then Carmen will come and kill you.