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Sunday, March 30, 2008
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11:55 PM - Alex Severin Vampire Book - Out NOW!
Current mood:  ninja
Category: Writing and Poetry
UPDATED : Saturday, 19th July 2008 - 4.33AM -
THIS BOOK IS NO LONGER AVAILABLE
UPDATED : Sunday, 30th March 2008 - 11.33 PM - Excerpts Added
Make the Streets Run Vampire Red - the debut collection of Vampire Erotica Stories by Alex Severin.
Vampires, love, sex, obsession, devotion, insanity, worship, murder...and blood.
Lots of blood.
Make the Streets Run Vampire Red will introduce you to the characters from Alex Severin's forthcoming vampire novel series, 'Vampire Vintage' and 'Vampire Red'.
Severin's prose is as brutal as it is seductive, as visceral as it is erotic - and sometimes both at once.
Collected here are seven stories, three from around the net, in book form for the first time, and four brand new, exclusive stories. And there's a lengthy excerpt from 'Vampire Vintage,' which will be Alex's debut novel. And as a bonus, four extra stories - two from little-known small press anthologies, and two previously unpublished.
Get to know these characters – you'll be seeing more of them in the future.
Click HERE to buy the paperback or e-book!
An excerpt from each story in MAKE THE STREETS RUN VAMPIRE RED by Alex Severin -
From THE BIRTH OF LORD RUTHVEN
A short note at the top of the story page stated that a novel, Bloody Love had been born from this short story and was due for mass market publication very soon.
+CruxShadow666+ began to read.
He was perched on the edge of his seat, his breathing rapid, muscles taut as he read. Soon, the throb between his legs became unbearable, his cock rigid and pressed hard against the hot leather of his trousers. He fumbled frantically to pull them down but his zipper was stuck and the material adhered to the excited sweat on his skin. He huffed and puffed, panted, swearing at his uncooperative pants and vowing to kill them if they did not comply.
From SOME OF YOUR GOTHIC BLOOD
He thought his neatly trimmed Van Dyk beard made him look like a hot Satan.
Eddie Crowe really and truly thought he was the shit.
But this wasn't going to be any ordinary night of stringless sex.
These three gothic goddesses wanted something more from Eddie Crowe other than raw, animal fucking. They wanted something else from him – The Goth Star – but it wasn't his body, it wasn't risky impregnation, infamy and child support. It wasn't just his body they were after.
They wanted what was inside him.
From SUCKER CLUB, Soho, LONDON W1
He remembered having a human heart in his hands, gazing at it with fascination and squeezing the remaining contents of the organ into his mouth. He remembered the two of them with fangs locked onto each others veins and feverishly drinking in that incomparable elixir of potent vampire blood. No sensation on earth could ever compare to that of one vampire feeding from another. It was beyond bliss. It was beyond ecstasy. It was beyond the rapture of the stigmatic feeling Christ's pain and suffering.
From FUCKIN' HARDCORE
He was mesmerized by her form, bathed in alternate flashing red and darkness from a buzzing neon sign that read Live Sex! He was entranced by the gentle sway of her ample ass as she sashayed down the alley. He imagined taking a bite out of it as if it were a huge, fleshy peach, and instead of sweet, sticky juices running over his face, there would be the piquant taste of her blood.
From FLAME WAR @ THE BLOOD BANK
From DRAIN THE BLOOD
A panic attack was the last thing she needed.
And there was only one way she knew it could be avoided.
Just one.
She needed a release from the stress and the anguish and the guilt that was eating her up from the inside out. She needed – even if only temporarily – to reduce the level of rising panic in her head and in her guts before it drove her completely insane.
Lily needed to be cleansed, to be rid of all the spilled blood she felt now flowed through her own veins.
She needed to cut.
From BLOODY LOVERS
Only when she was sure every candle was lit and in place did she turn off the main light in her apartment.
There were dozens of them, all shapes and sizes, but each one made from virginal-white wax and placed in a black glass holder. They covered every flat, stable surface in the room.
A plume of heady-scented incense smoke swirled lazily into the air; the room was filled with the aroma of red and black berries and a hint of frankincense, a top note of exotic spices from far away places. The scent made her think of excited sweat on dark skin.
From VAMPIRE VINTAGE : BOOK ONE – BELLADONNA IN HOLLYWOOD
And now, back home and in her room, radio on and again listening to the sound of his voice, Belladonna could now see his face when she closed her eyes, could see his hypnotic stare. She felt the tide of her blood rise, throbbing inside her like never before, and found the rhythm of her own hips as she sweated in the dark.
He had helped her on the arduous journey to being a woman, made her feel things she had never felt, want things she had not experienced, things she knew nothing of before. And now, she wanted much more of him than just his words. She wanted to feel more than the touch of her own hand and the sound of his voice.
From THE MODIFICATION OF A STUPID CUNT
I stare at my dark reflection, at the scars where searing brand marks once were, at the pieces of metal he raped my flesh with – coils of wire, steel plates, metal springs and spikes and studs – tiny pieces of pain scavenged from dead machines.
I cut away these scars now, cut them out with surgical steel that flashes in the half-light. There are more scars now, bigger, deeper, uglier. But they are my scars, scars that I have
made. I chose to make these, not him. I have erased his signature from my skin – all except one. I always leave one. I cannot bare to remove every trace.
From CHARLOTTE'S ATTIC
Charlotte rose, then lay face down on the floor amongst the thick dust and desiccated carcasses of spiders and flies and the dried out cocoons of insects that were never born.
"Don't cry, daddy."
Charlotte whispered through the floorboards into her mother and father's room below her. She had no fear of waking her mother - she slept soundly and Charlotte would often wish that she would fail to wake up some day. Things would be so much better if it were just her and her father.
She could see him clearly, lying there in his cold bed, weeping for her. The moonlight filtering through the slightly-open curtains made the tears on his cheeks glisten like liquid silver as they slid down his face.
From LITTLE PRICK
It took him a whole minute to shoot his load - in and out a couple of dozen times; my tired, bored pussy drier than the Sahara, the pussy he couldn't get wet if he poured a bucket of water over it.
I fucking loathe him. His flesh connecting with mine in any manner makes my skin crawl, makes my gut tighten.
I hate the cruel straight line he calls a mouth. I have always found it at odds with his elegant speech, the words he uses, his impeccable pronunciation. It just does not seem right that such eloquence should come from that hateful gash in his face.
From THE BLAIR
It was a dark and brooding building; twisted, sparsely leaved vines clawed their way up her facade like painful arthritic fingers. The wild and unruly grounds reached up from the earth as if they were trying to pull the house down into the comfort of her muddy womb.
Her broken windows were like soulless, sightless eyes. But Victoria knew the building was not soulless - she felt that within those rotting walls lived the souls of many.
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Friday, February 01, 2008
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1:32 AM - January Plagiarism Round-Up - Yeeee-haw!
Current mood: ninja
Category: Writing and Poetry
Latest Round-Up of Plagiarists...
UPDATED - 2.47pm Thursday 6th March 2008
Yep, it's that time again.
Here's some of the latest deadbeats, thieves and losers who go around the internet stealing other people's writing. I'm so sick and tired of having to waste my time chasing these people down.
Shame on you.
You know, I may not be much, I may not be THE SHIT, I may not even be that good, but, even if I write utter shit, it's MY utter shit.
You use it – you put my name on it. Or you WILL be exposed.
It's not difficult, is it?
Didn't yo' mamma ever tell you that stealing was wrong?
TWAT OF THE MONTH AWARD goes to . . .
Drum roll, please...
xtiantoreador AKA Xtian Greymure @ vampirefreaks.com
*applause, cheers*
http://www.vampirefreaks.com/journal_comment.php?entry=2551655&a=1
This guy is just unbelievable. He claims to be 27 but on THIS SITE he's actually 43. He begins his plagiarism on his profile and carries it through on pretty much every post he's got. Not just my work either. He's also using some of renowned erotic writer M. Christian's work and, by the looks of it, some of White Wolf Publications Vampire the Masquerade sourcebook material also.
http://www.unexplained-mysteries.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=104973&st=45
This is the same twit on another site, using part of my short story THE BLOOD BLOG as a reply to a question on vampirism and blood drinking on a forum at Unexplained-Mysteries.com. Unelievable! (CORRESPONDENCE SENT TO SITE) CONTENT REMOVED
http://www.plentyoffish.com/member4204622.htm
And again! Mr. Xtian! Using parts of my work and others on this site also. Here's just one instance... (CORRESPONDENCE SENT TO SITE)
http://209.85.173.104/search?q=cache:bU4X9BIHQXUJ:forums.plentyoffish.com/6460073datingPostpage14.aspx+%22I+need+to+taste+my+warm%22flesh,+drink+my+pulsing+blood+Do+this+in+memory+of+me%3B+eat+of+my+flesh+drink+of+my+blood%22&hl=en&ct=clnk&cd=2&gl=us
...re-writing DRAIN THE BLOOD and incorporating it into an epic poem, probably belonging to somebody else also. (He'd be quicker actually writing his own shit. The splicing must take forever!)
http://forums.plentyoffish.com/datingPosts7522925.aspx
Ubiquitous, ain't he?
3rd post down - here he is again using an excerpt from a novella, LIKE JONAH, (unfinished) that Kailleaugh and I began writing a few years ago. (CORRESPONDENCE SENT TO SITE)
5th post down – ZOMBIE FUCKER : RELOADED by me and Mike Philbin (AKA Hertzan Chimera,) in its entirety. (CORRESPONDENCE SENT TO SITE)
http://www.blurty.com/users/baretryst/
Thieving THIS SCARLET BLISSin its entirety. (CORRESPONDENCE SENT TO SITE)
http://www.freewebs.com/moon-call/myblog.htm?blogentryid=824461
PULSE – PART 1 in its entirety. (CORRESPONDENCE SENT TO SITE)
http://www.freewebs.com/moon-call/myblog.htm?archived=1
And the same person as above stealing THIS SCARLET BLISS in its entirety. (CORRESPONDENCE SENT TO SITE)
http://com4.runboard.com/balandofdarkdreams.f11.t28326
Using DRAIN THE BLOOD as the basis for a "vampire sub-race" in an RPG. (Don't ask me – I haven't a clue.) (CORRESPONDENCE SENT TO SITE) CONTENT REMOVED
http://livewire545.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!9DA11BEFA1176C2C!128.entry
Using THIS SCARLET BLISS in its entirety. (CORRESPONDENCE SENT TO SITE) CONTENT REMOVED
http://forum.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=messageboard.viewThread&entryID=3495902&categoryID=0&IsSticky=0&groupID=100647533&Mytoken=1A3197A0-A6FB-488D-B82ABCE1C88F7A2C41012453
Another thief using THIS SCARLET BLISS. (CORRESPONDENCE SENT TO SITE) CONTENT REMOVED
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2758294/1/
A pretty good splicing of ALL YOU WILL EVER BE and FUCKIN' HARDCORE, with a mash up of some other stuff.
UPDATE - Just noticed that this piece is using parts of IN THE FLESH too. Also! The same little scamp is using the same story here -
http://www.quizilla.com/users/IrresistibleEvil/quizzes/Solitary%20Lover%20(BakuraxRyou)%20Warning%3A%20MATURE/ (CORRESPONDENCE SENT TO SITE) CONTENT REMOVED
Yu-Gi-Oh fan fic - will I ever get over the shame? Mind you, it's not quite as traumatic as the chick who turned my stories into Britney Spears and N-Sync/Justin Timberlake slash fiction. Oh, the horror. It still gives me nightmares.
http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=5468943&blogID=302022541&Mytoken=12BDCEF1-2AA4-45CB-803E3D61D9478C5D50901472
Stealing part of INSIDE YOU and posting it as a piece of poetry. Oh, and obviously changed CALCIFY to LIQUIFY because he didn't know what CALCIFY meant. ;o) (CORRESPONDENCE SENT TO SITE) CONTENT REMOVED
http://www.xanga.com/xAlmstFamousx/279765936/item.html
Another thief using part of my short story THE BLOOD BLOG. (DMCA NOTICE FAXED) CONTENT REMOVED
http://forums.netphoria.org/showthread.php?t=91423
An RPGer using ROT OF THE EYE by myself and my hubby, Kailleaugh Andersson on a Smashing Pumpkins forum.
http://z6.invisionfree.com/hmf/index.php?showtopic=4632
Using part of BUG CHASER by myself and Mike Philbin (AKA Hertzan Chimera) on a heavy metal forum.
SUCKER CLUB, SOHO, LONDON W1, stolen in its entirety and split into 4 parts...
http://www.myotaku.com/users/punkprincess4545/posts/1085563
http://www.myotaku.com/users/punkprincess4545/posts/1085562
http://www.myotaku.com/users/punkprincess4545/posts/1085560
http://www.myotaku.com/users/punkprincess4545/posts/1085559
http://moneymoneytakehoney.blogspot.com/2008/01/after-he-had-surveyed-his.html
This one confuses me and I have no response. Stealing LIKE JONAH novella excerpt by me and K. (Same site is using one of K's other stories, DOLLS.)
http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=38533654&blogID=340041877&Mytoken=6B64FB9C-9A6F-4E40-BBD257AE5B79B44149017062
This dude has the cheek to steal FUCKIN' HARDCORE, change the character names and the book-in-a-book, BLOODY LOVE by LILY TRANSYL to Lost Souls by Poppy Z Brite, and do a little re-writing to suit him. (CORRESPONDENCE SENT TO SITE)
http://vampirefreaks.com/journal_comment.php?entry=4251708&a=0
Another VampireFreaks thief. Using FUCKIN' HARDCORE in its entirety. I even know where she got it - Gothspace.com (using it with credit to
me...Thanks, Gothspace!) Here she is commenting after reading. 1st comment under the story.
http://www.gothspace.com/forum/posts/id_11/title_a--vampire-red--short-story-by-alex-severin-/
http://www.quizilla.com/users/HChap/stories/131375/pulse_part1
http://www.quizilla.com/users/HChap/stories/131372/lilys_accident
PULSE – PART 1 and DRAIN THE BLOOD being used in their entirety. Be careful – this kid's pages may make you fit. Seriously. (CORRESPONDENCE SENT TO SITE)
http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=159487204&blogID=344252629&Mytoken=6193FF83-42A9-4E97-B56BBABF4A59565949018607
ALL YOU WILL EVER BE in its entirety. (CORRESPONDENCE SENT TO SITE) CONTENT REMOVED
http://whitesnowrosere.livejournal.com/65089.html
IN THE FLESH in its entirety.
Love & 7.62x39 Ammo
-Alex.
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Wednesday, October 31, 2007
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2:47 PM - Boo!
Current mood:  excited
Happy Halloween!
 Alex.
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Friday, September 07, 2007
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4:42 PM - A Cuckoo’s Nest of Plagiarists . . .
Current mood:  aggravated
Category: Writing and Poetry
Aye, aye,
*sighs*
This is getting really old.
I got up today to a new batch of lunacy from your friend and mine over at amateurwritersisus.dork.
Super Mod, 'Dull Raving' sent me an e-mail entitled 'Princess's Story.' I opened it. I printed it out for the file I'm preparing for the UK authorities and it was 19 printed A4 pages of 'hahahahahahahah.'
Yes, really.
I also received another lovely correspondence from the Mad Mod from the MOD calling me a 'stalker' for still hanging out at the writing forum he moderates and where he was complicit in the plagiarizing and copyright infringement of my work.
What I'm actually doing still hanging out there is collecting evidence of the other plagiarized work by other writers which is still there. And there's quite a few, let me tell you.
Also, I'm the thief because I did not respond to li'l 'PeeWeeSpider' libelling me on one of his other websites. Because I did not try to defend myself there, I am guilty of being the plagiarist.
Well, that's really logical, ain't it? Considering I signed up for an ID on his wee website and he denied the request. Wonder why? So, I cannot respond there. Once again, I am being denied the right by these buffoons to defend myself. Not that I actually enjoy arguing with insane people on the internet, you understand. Arguing with retards on the internet shows one is also quite witless. It is futile. You cannot reason with a crazy person. You also cannot make a liar admit that they are a liar. A liar will compund lie upon lie in order to deflect what they have done. I have seen this in action before. It's one of the reasons I do not take part in any online boards, forums, groups or communities.
I've blocked another two of his e-mail addresses and banned him from trolling my website and stalking me (who's the stalker?) 5 times in two days he has visited my site, clicking on the same link from a forum post on amateurwritersisus.dork. Now, the forum post is not accessible by any route I've tried ergo, I conclude it must be in a hidden forum accessible only by moderators. So, somebody, a moderator, I presume, posted a thread about the situation, pasted the link to 'Fuckin' Hardcore,' (one of the stories 'Princes-Tuna' plagiarized,) and he has been clicking on it ever since. Now, the link he's clicking on comes up as a 404 page. I'm sure the 'hahahaha' x 19 pages e-mail was in response to this. What he's too thick to understand is that the profanity filter on his beloved forum is replacing 'fuck' in the URL with '****'
Therefore this -
http://www.alexseverin.com/vampire-stories-lily-transyl-series/vampire-story-fuckin-hardcore.html
Is showing up on the forum (and my site stats) as -
http://www.alexseverin.com/vampire-stories-lily-transyl-series/vampire-story-****in-hardcore.html
Duh! As 'Dull Raving' would say.
I'm sure you're all sick of hearing about this - I am too - but this is the only place I have to address certain issues being thrown at me all over the place. I will not post on the fourm since my own ID of 'AlexSeverin' was changed to 'PrettyPauline' because they didn't want my name showing up in the 'online' users area. (I can post, under another ID we set up to check out the other plagiarized work, but I will not post under an ID that does not include my name - I leave that to trolls, stalkers and schitzos.) And I cannot post on amateurwebmasteriam.doh, since I was denied an ID by 'PeeWeeSpider,' and therefore cannot respond to his and his sidekick's outrageous claims.
All these accusations about me threatening and hassling and needing to leave them alone, when I have not interacted with any of them since the day this all started 4 weeks ago, past Tuesday. Not one word, not one e-mail, nothing, since they decided they were going to perpertate the lie they were all complicit in.
The gloves are off. I'll keep y'all updated.
Love & Mental Health Assessments . . .
- Alex.
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Saturday, September 01, 2007
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11:01 PM - Instant Arsehole - Just Add Internet : Part II
Current mood:  angry
Category: Writing and Poetry
http://webmasteroasis.com/2007/08/09/of-plagarism-copyright-infringement-and-legalities/
For once in my life I don't even have the words.
- Alex.
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Saturday, August 25, 2007
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8:59 PM - Instant Arsehole - Just Add INTERNET . . .
Current mood: chipper
Category: Writing and Poetry
Give me all your poison, and give me all your pills, and give me all your hopeless hearts and make me ill.
You're running after something that you'll never kill. If this is what you want then fire at will.
- Thank You for the Venom - My Chemical Romance.
Is there a more pathetic, wretched and disgusting a creature than the plagiarist?
Lemme think.
No. Probably not.
What could be more vile than a thief so bereft of imagination, or talent, or ability, that they feel compelled to steal that which has been created by another person?
Oh, wait! There is something more vile!
What's more vile is the lowest, most loathsome, artistically redundant piece of human garbage who does the above and then accuses the creator of being the thief. That's what is more vile.
And there's worse, even!
Worse? You're thinking. What could possibly be worse than that? Is there more pathetic a specimen?
Oh, yes.
Yes, there is.
More pathetic a specimen is the excuse for a human being who does all of the above and then claims they have officially filed copyright on the work they stole and that they are filing a law suit against you.
I call this extortion. That's what the law calls it too.
Now, I've no desire to give these morons (plural, yes, because there's more than one moron in this equation,) any more exposure than they've already had. But, I've not been allowed to properly state my case to the plagiarist-harboring website, nor respond to the thief 'herself,' since they unfairly banned me for 'spamming' their PM boxes. The 'spam' was the evidence they asked for. So, this is the only recourse I have to set the record straight.
So, briefly as I can, this is what happened with – let's call it – amateurwritersisus.dork. (That may be unkind to the decent members of that particular community. But, hey, some of them took part in defending a plagiarist even when completely ignorant of any facts, and told me not to cause flameage on their forum even when it was the thief who started it.)
I discovered a plagiarist using two of my short stories on amateurwritersisus.dork. I contacted the forum twice over the course of two weeks and got no response. I then had to sign up for an ID on the forum, find out who owned it, and sent them a PM, outlining the situation again and asking them to help, very politely, I may add.
He took a few days to respond and when he did, IMMEDIATELY, the plagiarist, 'Princes-Tuna' started a thread stating that the stories belonged to 'her' and I was the thief. Can you believe it? I couldn't. I was absolutely stunned by 'her' front.
So, I spent the next 10 hours (seriously) sending 3 of the moderators evidence of my copyright. But, of course, being rank amateurs and not knowing the first thing about publishing, nor writing in general, they informed me that nothing would stand up in a court of law (even although I had not mentioned litigation to them at that point,) except an official copyright document_ This is not so. I have a history with the very characters in the stories dating back to pre-2000. Both stories were extensions of scenes in my novel 'Vampire Red.' The stories have been online since 2004. An 'official' copyright document is not required by a court of law to prove ownership of a work. I also pointed out to them another two cases of plagiarism on their own forum by the same user. They informed me that it was OK, what I had found was 'her' under a different ID on another forum. A talented 'lass' indeed, since she managed to age by 13 years and sprout a penis in the space of 30 seconds.
Now, one moderator on the forum – I shall call him 'Dull Raving' – immediately leapt to the defense of the thief, making a big display of having seen 'handwritten copies' of the stories. (Yeah, I know – how fucking scientific. What they gonna do, use carbon dating?) He personally vouched for the plagiarist as his personal friend, blah, blah, yada, yada. Thus, when I sent the evidence of my copyright to them, I stated that I was CCing the owner and another moderator with each message as I did not feel that 'Dull Raving' was impartial since he claimed to know the thief personally. So, I did just that, I CCd each message from each moderator to all 3 of them. Then I was accused of 'spamming.'
Funny thing – the thief, the mod, the mod's 'military lawyer, (!)' the mod's sister, and one or two other 'users' on the forum ALL misspell and misuse the same words, all lack punctuation, correct grammar, and all capitalize words in the middle of sentences! Fancy that! They must have all gone to the same school.
So, the upshot was this – they didn't even look at my evidence. They did not ask the thief for any proof of copyright since they felt the burden of proof was on me as the complainant. They didn't deem it necessary to ask the plagiarist for any evidence. They only removed the stories after I threatened to sue them for libel, since 'Dull Raving' edited the story pages to declare 'NO PROOF OF PLAGIARISM WAS GIVEN.' This was, indeed libel, since it was a lie, calls into question my honesty, and my ownership of the works and my right to use them, and left all who saw the thief's lies with questions as to whom was telling the truth.
It's strange that a wee website like amateurwritersisus.dork needs to see official copyright documents to prove ownership, yet I've never been asked for anything of the like by any of the representatives who deal with the copyright and plagiarism issues for Yahoo!, LiveJournal, AOL, MySpace, MSN – whomever. But amateurwritersisus.dork, well, they're special. They know copyright law and protocols better than multinational corporations and legal specialists in the field.
Oops.
My bad.
What was I thinking?!
Unfortunately, the owner of the forum has now seen fit to be the most ingratious little twit I've ever had the misfortune to encounter. 'PeeWeeSpider' is now talking smack about me on other sites he frequents. (He thinks I don't know. *rolls eyes*) His naiveté is actually quite charming, really, since he doesn't realize that posting the entirety of a private e-mail is actually copyright infringement, and subject to the same copyright laws as any other form of writing. Oops! But, I'll not hold his ignorance against him, bless him. He's just a kid who has fallen under the influence of an utter twat whom he seems to look up to for some inexplicable reason. I feel sorry for the li'l guy.
Also, after a whole day of ridiculous claims and threats from the psycho-moderatorr who began harassing me via e-mail on behalf of amateurwritersisus.dork, I'd had about enough of these idiots.
These are just a select few of the various claims and threats of the day from made by 'Dull Raving' -
* Claimed to be a military lawyer who was suing me for 'slander' on behalf of the British Army. (Would be libel, actually, since the incident took place in a considered-published venue, but never mind facts or accuracies – suspend all that when dealing with cyber-psychos and the mentally challenged.)
* Claimed he tracked my location via UK Army satellite. (Yes, really.)*insert cuckoo noise*
* The military lawyer mysteriously metamorphosed into the legal representative for the thief who had filed legal copyright on my work in the UK.
* Claimed that if I did not remove all trace of the stories from my websites and blogs that I would be sued by the thief for copyright infringement and plagiarism.
I shit you not. I must admit though, out of all the crazies I've dealt with on the internet, this is the best one. I gotta give him that. He's been a source of constant amusement for nearly 3 weeks now. This one's even better than the dude who was uber-pissed at me because I wouldn't tell him where all the vampires were at.
Again, thinking of all the good people who frequent that forum, I don't wish to slight them in any way and if this causes offense for that I'm sorry, but I've been treated shockingly by the two moderators and the owner. They scorned me, disrespected me and dismissed me. I hope the users of that particular forum understand.
I deserve, at the very least, the same common courtesy that anybody and everybody deserves. No more, no less. I was not given even that. I was not allowed to fully state my case and my evidence was ignored completely because of the lies the owner was told by a head case he unfortunately trusts.
The fact remains that this poor wee boy was manipulated by his egocentric Walter Mitty of a moderator. Perhaps some day, 'PeeWeeSpider' will educate himself on some of the things he's been passing judgement on, and not take as gospel the word of the likewise-ignorant and downright dishonest.
When I sent the moderator, 'Dull Raving' e-mailed evidence that I couldn't send via the forum PMs, I referred to him by his given name.
He asked me, "How the hell you know my name is a query" [sic]
I replied, "Your name is on your website."
This is the mentality I'm up against. It is very difficult to reason with, and, indeed, even decipher what exactly it is he's trying to say most of the time.
And he's the one who spent a whole day telling me 'duh!' and how stupid I am. Oh, and that I'm a "wolly' [sic.] Dude really should learn how to talk and spell beyond a third grade level. He and his friends / alter-egos / multiple personalities should all take a course together.
Am I being spiteful?
Yes, I am, but I have every right to be. But, I stress, that there is not one word of inaccuracy in this post. That would be because I am not a liar. I leave that to them.
I'm not normally spiteful by nature – that's not the type of person I am - but I've never, ever been so insulted, so utterly slighted by anyone or anything in my entire life. These characters – MY characters - I've lived with them, cried with them, bled with them, laughed with them, for years. They're part of me. I made them. They're mine. And for somebody to try and take them from me, for somebody to try and take away my right to write about them, to tell you their stories, you may as well cut my hands off.
If that sounds extreme to anybody, they're obviously not a writer. Any writer, whether we're good or bad, uncommonly brilliant or spectacularly inept - ANY writer - knows how I feel and understands why I am so angry at these people and why I cannot just forget what they did and what they allowed to happen.
'Dull Raving' himself could never understand because he is not a real writer. Writing lame game-related fiction with characters created by somebody else, set in worlds created by somebody else, is just not real writing. That type of keyboard masturbation is for the creatively bankrupt and those with way too much time on their hands. (I'm not talking TV or movie tie-in writing here, you understand. Not at all.)
In closing, I just want to say that I'm surely a much better writer than I ever thought I was since so many 'writers' want to claim my stories (especially my vampire stories,) as their own, want to accept praise-by-proxy for creating them, want to be known to their peers who visit their blog, or website or forum, as the person who wrote them.
But, you know what? I wrote them. Me.
And I'll keep on writing them.
I'd like to see somebody with guts enough to try and stop me.
And shit like this just takes me a step closer each time to making an effort to do something with my writing instead of just writing for fun, like I've always done. I'm semi-professional, yes, - which means I've been paid for writing various things, a screenplay, some short stories, custom fiction for private and professional clients - but everything I've been paid for more or less fell into my lap without me really doing anything to look for it. That's website optimization for you! ;oD
Maybe it's time to actually make an effort and start subbing material. I don't do that unless I hear about something I find really interesting and I just have to sub it. That isn't a regular occurrence! Maybe it's time to seriously try this writing thing for real. I guess I should finish that bloody novel then, shouldn't I? That'd be a good place to start.
Oh, and, 'Dull Raving,' 'Princes_the_Plagiarist,' whatever-the-fuck-your-name-is-this-week, whichever gender of alter ego you're currently masquerading as, a parting message for you and only you...
Merci pour le venin.
You know what that means? You like quoting French phrases, don't you? And setting up fake MySpace accounts to troll my blog and post nasty messages. Yes, I know you do.
It means thank you for the venom.
Venom can kill or cure. A shot of venom can save your life or snuff it out. But if it doesn't kill you it'll make you stronger.
I'll have a long, tall glass of it, thank you.
Love & Bloody Kisses...
- Alex.
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Thursday, August 09, 2007
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2:58 PM - Pending Legal Actions...Yeah, plural.
Current mood:  determined
Category: Writing and Poetry
Could it get any worse?
I've removed the previous two blogs regarding the plagiarist-harbouring forum (but I have screenshots of all the info still,) due to pending legal action about to commence against the offending website.
I just want to thank everybody who came out in support and sent me messages. I really appreciate it.
If anybody reading this has either 'Fuckin' Hardcore' or 'Drain the Blood' on a website or blog or forum, with an upload that pre-dates 17th December 2006, please contact me via my website. (Especially those who block bots from indexing their site and are therefore not searchable via search engines.)
(No, you're not in trouble! That's not why I'm asking. I need screenshots of FTP information to use as evidence. I allow full use of my work with credit and /or a linkback.)
Love and Lawsuits...
- Alex.
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Monday, August 06, 2007
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6:06 AM - Vampire Vintage, Short Stories & Thieving Gits...
Current mood:  annoyed
Category: Writing and Poetry
Hello, youse,
It was a year ago today I last posted here! Long time no see!
Its been a very busy first year and a bit here in the US and up until now I've had no time for writing or anything else in life except the business my husband and I own. Now that we have things under control and running smoothly, I'm making time for other things, namely writing.
A year ago – to the day – I announced an e-serial novel to run monthly in my newsletter. Needless to say, I didn't make that monthly deadline each month. I'm sorry about that.
What I'm going to do is an exclusive novella for my newsletter subscribers. Due to the volume of internet plagiarists I've found recently (14 people either using them uncredited or claiming them as their own work,) I'm not going to risk putting the novel out over the mailing list. It'll only end up on the internet and that would spoil any chance I have of finding an agent or a publisher when it's done.
The novel in question is 'Vampire Vintage – Belladonna in Hollywood,' and I promise you that it will be well worth the wait.
Not sure what I'm gonna do for the newsletter yet, but I'm planning ('yeah, right, I've heard that before!' you say,) on sending out the first installment on Halloween. I'll let you all know what it is and what it's about when I decide what to use.
And speaking of the plagiarists – here's some of the current offenders that are still up and running because some websites just don't give a shit that their users are theives, and some I've not dealt with yet.
http://www.animespiral.com/viewstory.php?sid=187645
http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-nagnB4s8dLR98O94FCtTbLsa4z8-?cq=1&p=73
http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-nagnB4s8dLR98O94FCtTbLsa4z8-?cq=1&p=168
http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-nagnB4s8dLR98O94FCtTbLsa4z8-?cq=1&p=69
http://writingforums.org/showthread.php?t=1322
http://writingforums.org/showthread.php?t=1321
http://www.quizilla.com/users/rebellion4urkiss/quizzes/Afraid%20of%20the%20Night%20%7BPart%2025%7D%20x_x%20I%20was%20numb%20x_x/
http://www.newgrounds.com/bbs/topic/694503
http://www.newgrounds.com/bbs/topic/655663
I don't check often for this sort of thing, but, you know, these are my stories (or large parts of them, and some written with co-writers,) and it irritates me that they're being stolen by people who are more than happy to accept praise for them. Where is the glory in that? They know that any feedback regarding a story – good or bad - is not for them. What's the point? I have a very open policy whereby I allow anybody with a website to reproduce anything I have on the internet as long as I am identifiable as the writer. But, unfortunately, there are people who abuse this.
That's it for the now.
Blood and Guts...
- Alex.
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Sunday, August 06, 2006
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11:11 PM - Free Vampire Vintage E-Serial Novel!
Category: Writing and Poetry
Hey-up,
I've decided to serialize my forthcoming novel 'Vampire Vintage - Belladonna in Hollywood' in my newsletter. That means you can read the entire novel FREE if you sign up for my newsletter!
'Vampire Vintage - Belladonna in Hollywood' follows the story of a wannabe starlet in 1930s Hollywood and her quest to make "Dracula' star Bela Lugosi fall in love with her and live happily ever after. But Vivant, a mean-spirited and vain, yet irresistable and compelling vampire has other ideas in mind for the lovely young Belladonna. Their relationship plunges them into a maelstrom of emotions as they both love and hate each other with a passion neither of them has ever experienced.
'Vampire Vintage' is not full of foppy fuckers prancing around in velvet and lace. It's viceral, it's violent, it's bloody. Just the way a vampire book should be. And there's sex too. Lots of sex. Lots.
The novel will be an e-serial of weekly installments and will commence on 9th September 2006.
Click HERE to sign up for the newsletter!
Oh, and you can spread the word too - grab a banner, right click and 'save as' to your own pooter and link it to -
http://www.alexseverin.com/horror-newsletter/horror-newsletter.html
Love & Bloody Kisses...
- Alex.
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Wednesday, July 19, 2006
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3:50 AM - Vampire Vintage - MySpace Exclusive! Oh, and what the fuck happened to Vampire Red, bitch?
Current mood: chipper
Aye, aye.
OK, so, I've had a few e-mails asking me what happened to my so-called debut novel, 'Vampire Red.'
Here's the whole story. (Yes, I know, you couldn't care less, but there are a handful of people who really wanna know, people who have been reading me for a little while now and I feel I owe them an explaination.)
I told myself that I didn't like writing novels, that I was too impatient for that particular medium. It wasn't instant enough for me and I loved the short, sharp shock of writing short fiction. I told myself I didn't have the time to dedicate to writing a full-length book.
But that was all bullshit.
The real problem with 'Vampire Red' wasn't the fact that it was novel and I didn't have time to write it, it was that I was unhappy with what I had written and with the direction I had taken the story and I couldn't be bothered fixing it. I felt I'd fucked it up and un-fucking it seemed too much like hard work. Isn't that terrible? I think it is. I've only ever written with the intent of having fun with it, writing stories I'd like to read, and when it felt like work it wasn't fun anymore.
Apart from all'a that - before I left the UK, I went back and re-read what I had written of 'Vampire Red,' and two very minor vampire characters totally grabbed me. Their back-story came at me and I had to start writing about them. If I had any balls, they would have grabbed me by those, and squeezed...hard. Seriously.
I fell madly in love with both of them - Belladonna and Vivant. They're beautiful and volatile and crazy. They love each other and they hate each other. When they argue they have gun-fights and shoot each other full of holes. Belladonna looks like Clara Bow (silent & talkies movie actress,) and Vivant looks like Gerard Way (My Chemical Romance.) Their story is set in 1930s Golden Age Hollywood. This is a period of time I adore and would love to have been around in, and their stories just consumed me.
So, I put 'Vampire Red' on hold and began to write 'Vampire Vintage : Belladonna in Hollywoodland."
On the up-side, being immersed in 'Vampire Vintage' and being so into the setting and the story has given me a whole new outlook on writing novels. I've learned a broader, less linear way of thinking - that is to think like a novelist rather than a short story writer. I've learned to seek out the broader story, to slow down and let the story unfold, to stop and look around like a character, to see the scene, to smell it, to touch it. I've managed to break myself of my 'vignette disease.'
I never thought I could actually finish a novel before, ergo I procrastinated and pissed about endlessly rather than try and fail.
God, I hate having to be so honest about this. Why am I doing this? Why am I saying this shit? I dunno. I blame MySpace. I normally hate it when people bleed in public like this. Pass the tourniquet, will ya?
Anyhoo, I think I can do it now. I fucking hope so, anyway! 
So, here's the first chapter for anybody who's interested in a black-and-white vampire story. I hope you like it. (This is a work in progress and hasn't had a thorough edit, so there'll be typos and all'a that.) Love and Bloodstains...
Alex.
VAMPIRE VINTAGE :
Belladonna in Hollywoodland
by
Alex Severin
ONE
THE VAMPIRE BELLADONNA :
1.
Belladonna sat on her tiny suitcase in the blistering heat. It seemed like she'd been sitting there forever with her knees almost touching her chin. Her shoulders slumped and her head pitched downward.
The heat had been increasing by the minute; the temperature now at a blistering 110 degrees as she sat there, far from shade, her café latte skin exposed to the rigors of the heat wave.
Belladonna had inherited her fathers coloring and skin-tone. He was of mixed race - part Mexican, part Native American and part Scottish. He would joke with her that there was really no white blood in his family because the Celts - the Scots and Irish - were the blacks of Europe. But she did not yet know how much of her fathers volatile blood ran through her veins. Belladonna was unaware the spitfire she was to become.
It took a lot to make her father angry, but when he was driven to anger, his temper was explosive. She could only remember, four times in her entire life that she'd seen her father explode into a rage, but she remembered each of them vividly.
Sweat began to pour from her and run down the cleft of her back and between her ample breasts. Behind her knees and the bends in her arms were hot and wet, and the soles of her feet slid and slipped inside her dainty sandals. She wiggled her dusty toes and made a face as grains of sandy dirt worked themselves between them. She wondered, sitting there in the dry heat and dust of the Oregon boonies if she was really doing the right thing.
The doubt set in - she'd never been away from home for as much as a night in her entire life. There had never been a day passed that she did not see her mother, her father her brothers. Belladonna wondered just how she was going to get by without them all around her as her protectors.
But suddenly, all fatigue and weariness, all trace of reticence fled from her body as she saw the bus off in the distance. It shimmered like a jewel in the heat haze as it inched toward her.
This rickety old vehicle was going to take her far away from the one-horse town she grew up in, and deliver her to the destiny which awaited her in Tinsel Town.
By the time the bus creaked open its rickety doors to let her and the other frazzled passengers board, Belladonna was soaked through and covered from head to foot in dust.
The bus ride from her hometown of Independence, Oregon, was long and uncomfortable, but she sat there with a smile on her face all the way. She bounced up and down with the motion of the bus as it dragged itself over rough, uneven roads, which at times were little more than well-traveled dirt tracks.
She didn't care that her pretty summer dress was saturated with sweat now and clung to her curves like a second skin. She was oblivious to the fact that people were staring at her because her nipples were hard and showing through the delicate fabric of her dress now that it was wet and had become semi-transparent. It didn't matter to her that beads of perspiration ran down her scalp and made the nape of her neck itch; scratching at it had knotted the underside of her hair. She didn't even mind the foul stench emanating from the bacteria-infested fat rolls of the morbidly obese man taking up an entire seat to himself in front of her. Not even the tiny, yapping dog that pissed on her suitcase, which contained her every worldly possession, could erase the smile from her face.
Belladonna didn't care about anything at that moment. Not a thing in the world could bring her down or fade the smile from her lips that showed a stunning set of perfect white teeth. She was on her way to a new life - a life that would be extraordinary and was waiting there for her beneath the sign that said HOLLYWOODLAND.
Belladonna reached into her purse and fondled the edge of her well-worn paperback copy of Dracula. If it hadn't been for that book, if she hadn't fallen in love with the romance of the vampire, she would never have been inspired to go see the stage version in Portland and she would never have fallen in love with the star of the show - Count Dracula himself, Bela Lugosi. If none of those things had happened she would never have been sitting on the bus and on her way to Hollywood to become an actress. She knew it was her destiny to play a part in a Bela Lugosi movie.
It would all be so perfect - she would land a role in a Bela Lugosi film. He would fall madly in love with her at first sight. He would sweep her off her feet. They would live happily ever after. She knew that all her dreams were going to come true. She knew that an incredible life lay before her. But Belladonnas destiny was one even she could never have imagined.
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Hollywood could smell innocence. And Belladonna gave off the scent in abundance.
She was little more than a girl in a woman's body - a desirable woman's body. Her inexperience of life and her naiveté made her irresistible to almost everyone. Her purity was like an aphrodisiac, her inexperience arousing to the predators all around. But it didn't take long for her to get wise to the games in Hollywood. It didn't take long for those girlish qualities to fade. The spectacular innocence that made the predators salivate, that made their eyes sparkle and their lips curl into knowing smiles would one day be no more. And when that happened, Belladonna would become just like all the other wannabe starlets - worldly-wise and jaded. From child-like bumpkin who was taken advantage of, to wily and suspicious and distrusting took only a matter of weeks for some in Hollywood. Belladonna had taken a little longer; she simply refused to believe that everybody in this beautiful town was on the make and up to no good, no matter how many chewed up and spat out never-weres told her so.
But the experiences she had each and every day were rubbing off on her. She could not carry on with the denial for much longer when all she could see all around her was dirt and degradation. She wondered how anybody ever made it in Hollywood when the scheisters seemed to outnumber the legitimate movie people by several-to-one.
And now she could smell innocence on other suckers who flocked toward the bright lights and the big city and the lure of fame and fortune. Now she smiled sadly at the bright young things who came here like sacrificial lambs. She now understood that look she'd seen thrown at her a hundred times since she'd been here.
They came in their hundreds every month. Some days, she could look down from her balcony and see hoards of them, all the same, all blonde and pale and stinking with inexperience. They would stand there on the street, their bodies vibrating with excitement to be in Hollywood, and standing on the brink of their own stardom, gazing up at the huge white letters on the hillside. And someday, all of them would know what the realization of knowing they were not going to be a star felt like.
And all too soon, they too would know how that same sad, knowing smile felt on their own lips.
But what was worst about the whole thing, the whole place, all the people here, was nobody would ever leave. Nobody wanted to return to whence they came with their tails between their legs and choruses of a hundred-fold I told you sos. No matter how hard the knocks, no matter how sleazy the so-called producer, no matter how hard it got, nearly everybody stayed.
Or died here.
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It had been a particularly bad day for Belladonna; she was exhausted and her high heels made a metallic dragging sound as her fatigued muscles failed to lift her aching feet off the sidewalk.
But the show must go on. This next stop could be the one. Her thoughts spurred her on; she knew she had to carry on, carry on through the fatigue of her spasming muscles, through the blistering heat and the dust and the dirt. She had to get to the next appointment, regardless of how she felt, no matter how much pain and discomfort she was feeling now. She would always regret it if she didn't fight tooth and nail for each part that could possibly bring her closer to the man she believed was her destiny.
She was light-headed from lack of food. She'd skipped breakfast that morning to save money, then missed lunch because she had to hang around an office reception all morning waiting to see a casting director.
Sorry, doll; but I'm in the market for a skinny little blonde thing right now, not a curvaceous raven-haired beauty. Damn shame, the casting director told her the instant after he laid eyes on her. After waiting for more than three hours, their conversation lasted no more than a few seconds. She thanked him, but he didn't wait to shake her hand or throw her a smile, instead
she said thank you to the slam of his office door behind him. These days, not being at least leered at by the casting director seemed like an insult.
The plain Jane behind the desk smirked, eyes sparkling with delight behind her bottle-end spectacles at Belladonnas sharp dismissal by her boss.
The secretary watched her all the way out the door; Belladonna felt the woman's eyes on her. The blood rose in her veins, throbbed in her temples and flooded her cheeks with red heat as she heard a snigger issuing from the mouth of the frump behind the desk.
Belladonna turned around, grinned one-sided and looked her up and down. She didn't need words - one glance from her obsidian eyes and the flash of contempt across her full red lips was enough to make the secretary feel as ugly on the outside as she was on the inside. Belladonna had mastered that withering look now; she had seen it thrown in her direction often enough when she arrived here, by those who envied her pristine beauty, by those who could no longer get away with claiming that they were in their first flush of youth. And even it they had been not so long ago, this life they had chosen - and the one they craved, longed for - had robbed many of their looks and their youth, and many, many more of their dreams. And some, their life.
Belladonna felt better for getting one over on the bitch of a secretary, but the humor she was in right now was foul. She was in no mood for more hours sitting around in a stifling office building in the heat.
But the next appointment was one she simply could not miss. The next appointment really could be the one that would change her life. This was the casting call she had come here for in the first place. This casting was for a movie that just might be Bela Lugosis next
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