Welcome to FicFan.org. Some day, this will be a "Last.fm for fiction" (both original and fanfiction) where you rate what you
read and it recommends new fiction by finding users with similar tastes and showing you stuff they liked that you haven't seen
yet... but for now, it's just vaporware from a daydreaming university student.
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contact me and provide some motivation. At the very least, you might be the
final encouragement I need to test out some new idea here. Fanfic authors may also want to examine my
ideas basket but keep in mind that, as with the quotes, it's a relatively
raw dump of stuff intended for private use.
Also, if you enjoy using this randomizer to find new reading material, might I suggest my
blog? When I'm in the mood for fanfiction, I try to post a fanfic review every day.
Update: Lately, I've been too busy or too tired to write any full-fledged reviews. However, I realized that micro-blogging
enables "micro-reviews". (Available on Identi.ca and
Twitter) Feel free to post your own reviews using the #fic_rating
hashtag, but please follow the format guide I posted on WikiHashtag.
Mrs. Goyle simpered. “Well, it’s obvious they’re just scraping by. No matter what papers they sign, the boy’s money has to be a temptation. I’ve heard he’s already helped the family a few times—over their protests, of course.” Her tone of voice let everyone know what she believed was really happening. “I’ve never been to the place, but from all accounts the Burrow is a dreadful warren and constantly overrun with the children and their friends. They don’t even have proper barriers to keep the local gnomes off the grounds. I mean, really. I understand the woman even raises animals in back, as if she lived in some village during the Middle Ages. No doubt she’s homesick at times for the barnyard she was raised in.”
Arthur put both his hands on hers and urged her to stay seated when Molly saw red. “I don’t blame you, sweetheart, but you have to stay here,” he said in her ear. “Put her on the Feed to the Ghoul list and move on.”
That was a standing joke with them. There were quite a few people on that list these days, and Molly took some comfort from it. “All right,” she said, after breathing heavily for a couple of minutes.
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Note: This quote randomizer is a quick hack and the source data was originally meant to be for my own personal use.
Please excuse any problems or confusing entries you run into.