These are snapshots of my thoughts, feelings, inspirations, interests and passions through the years. I have sheltered them, and kept them hidden from view... always fearful of what someone might think, or that they would not be 'good enough'. But this has been a place of encouragement for me. So I'm pulling them out, piece by piece, and slowly beginning to let the work see light of day. This is the start of something new... and I hope you'll find something here that you like.

Hello people of Wattpad!!! I know, ANOTHER phantom fanfic?! Well, sorry, i can't really help it! XD If it helps, it's a short story!!! It's been a few years since the famous fire in the Opera Populaire. The cast and managers have been gone for a while and not a word has been heard from the famous O.G. One night a small ballerina finds her way onto the stage for the first time in years and an encounter with a past friend will change her life as she knows it... Along with the story that the description you just read is for, I'm also going to be adding various other short stories, poems and anything else that's Phantom related that my screwed up imagination comes up with! (it's pretty much just for organizational purposes!) Enjoy!

You might know the story of the infamous Phantom of the Opera. How he was banished from society, and doomed to forever be alone, and how he loved the rising Prima Donna, Christine Daae. But what if there was someone who saw him? What happens when a curious little ballet rat named Isa wanders to the depths of the Populaire and finds the opera ghost? Will he be saved? or is it too late? (I do not own The Phantom of the Opera, or the characters, or the songs. I only own Isa.) Mostly Andrew Lloyd Webber version, but I might add touches of Leroux. Also the title might change. ENJOY! :)

He ran his strong hand down my right side, causing gooseflesh to rise. How was it, that he had such a strong effect on me? Lips grazing my own, I knew I wanted more - no was no longer an awswer I was willing to accept. "Take me Erik. Make my blood sing for you, whilst my body shudders in response to your love" I whisper. "Anything for you, my beautiful Christine" he retorted. My blood turned cold. I was just a replacement for Christine. When would the pain ever end? *************************************************************************************************** Set after Love Never Dies - Erik and Gustave have run away from Coney Island (America) to escape the setting where his beloved Christine was murdered. Returning to France for her funeral, he runs into Catherine - but who is Catherine? Catherine - a very famous opera singer in Russia has left her adopted home for her sister's funeral. Seeing old friends is awkward to say the least, but who is this mysterious man in the mask? What will happen when their lives clash, will Erik ever move on? Will Catherine ever find true love? Or will it all go to ruin?

(A Phantom of the Opera Fan-fiction) They met one day in the forest just outside of Rounen, a chance of meeting that neither one of them expected... Who would have thought it would lead to all of this? Valerie meets a strange boy in the forest and slowly befriends him. But when he is ripped away from her and sold to a traveling fair, she believes she will never see him again. So what happens when they meet again, years later? Will they regain their friendship? Or is the man in the mask too broken now to trust anyone again?