Just wanted to let those of you following my medical drama know that there was apparently a clerical error/miscommunication, so no surgery today after all.

Let me just start by saying, I haven’t abandoned writing :-) I just caught a bad case of real-life recently that just won’t let go. The short version is, I’ve been sick, and my hard drive as well as backup external HDD both died on me, so I’ve been the last two weeks either lying in bed, or drugged out of my gourd on strong cold medicine while simultaneously trying to recover any data that wasn’t backed up online somewhere (Thank GOD all my stories were recently backed up on GDocs or I’d be totally screwed right now :-P)

Has anyone heard from Zoe Taylor at all in w while.I love her stories "Becoming Robin" & "Shadowcraft:Aria Blade" & I was wondering when the next chapter's are going to be coming out,u know what I mean????

You can find all our rules on our wiki, To write a Cannon Story about a new Character or a Character that Exists this Link is perfect for you, if you want to write an outrageous Robinverse story like a Harry Potter like story then you want this Link

Approved stories will appear on the Robinverse website first, and then after you can post them here or anywhere else you wish to post them :)

It was another lazy afternoon around the Cameron homestead. With Robin, Nicole and Allison off at camp, and Em and Beth doing their own thing, plus Katelyn teaching another piano lesson, Sarah and Faith lounged around the pool.

Both girls wore form-fitting bikinis, but while Sarah had on a pair of expensive, sporty sunglasses, Faith’s were decidedly goofy-looking, with pink frames and heart-shaped lenses.

“This is the life,” Faith giggled softly. “You know Sarah, I’ve been thinking.”

“What about?” Sarah asked, glancing over at the girl.

Robinverse has basically blown up in my face, and I now have authors who previously were interested running like hell the other way because I made the mistake of making overt the fact that magic has subtly existed all along.

I promised I'd continue to post Becoming Robin here, and maybe I will eventually finish posting it, but for the foreseeable future, I'm going to step down as a TopShelf author.

The morning after Sarah returned home, she awoke before her mother and groggily wondered downstairs to make coffee for her. As she stared at the coffee maker, watching the coffee slowly drip into the glass pitcher below, she yawned, blinking a few times.

“What... Why am I making coffee?” She grimaced as familiar memories flooded to the surface. She always made coffee when she got up before Meg because her mother tended to oversleep after a long day of college plus homework. She smiled thoughtfully.

And now for the conclusion of Chapter 10...

“Ooooouch my fucking head hurts,” Sarah whined as she slowly opened her eyes. Though her vision was blurry at first, things slowly started to focus.

“W-what the hell?” she groaned, suddenly aware of a new weight on her chest. She cautiously raised the neck of her hospital gown and peekedunder it. “What the hell?! Did I get implants while I was out?!”

Sarah’s mother Meg, who now had her hair pulled up into a cute bun, shook her head slowly.

“Sweetie, you know you’re too young for implants, and even when you’re eighteen I still won’t approve. Do you remember anything? You’ve been in and out of consciousness for awhile now.”

{Please read up to Chapter 10.1 of Everything’s Sunny with Sarah, and all 14 chapters of Boys Don’t Cry would help. This is the story as the Universe rewrites itself thanks to the some meddling old ladies. Don’t worry though: Sarah won’t forget her struggle, and some new ones may be on the horizon as a consequence... ;-)

Written by Zoe Taylor, Input by Darkkitten (Ashleigh)

Authors Notes:
Zoe and I broke this into two parts, 10.1 and 10.2 there will be a filler story between the two parts, enjoy

Sarah awoke feeling a bit groggy, and not sure exactly where she was. She slowly tried to move her head until she could see her mother sitting in a chair near her bed, watching the TV on the wall, while the twins’ father Peter sat close by, sipping coffee from a styrofoam cup. It seemed incredibly loud to her, but she knew her mother would obviously never have the volume up that high.

{Warning This Chapter contains some Self Violence, Dream Sequences, and Extreme Length of Story}

Authors’ Note: This chapter begins a storyline which will ultimately result in Sarah’s life being very, very different. We ask that readers bear with us and please hold any judgment or negative, gut reaction until chapter 10 has been completely posted. How this will work is that chapter 10 will appear in two parts, with a “oneshot” flashback story in-between.

Thanks for your patience and continued support!
Ashleigh and Zoe

Just wanted to post a quick note and let everyone know that the Robinverse is officially live!

When Sarah awoke the next morning, she found a large, black tin case lying on her nightstand, tied with a pink ribbon. A small note lay folded neatly, tucked up under the ribbon, and Sarah carefully pulled it away as she sat up, rubbing her eyes with her free hand. The letter was hand written in a very elegant scrawl, most probably Katelyn’s judging by the dark purple ink.

As featured in Chapter 7 of Everything's Sunny with Sarah this is my family recipe for Tater Tot Casserole. You can experiment with seasonings to taste, but it's actually very good just going by this recipe (I can safely call it a family recipe because I learned it from my mom, who learned it from my Aunt Sarah years ago, who learned it from her mom :-))

Enjoy!

Sarah had gotten herself hopelessly lost in a whirlwind of color and style thanks to Katelyn. She might have been a girl inside, but it didn’t give her all the affinities or understandings that she thought other girls just came by naturally. As she stared at the open walk-in closet at hanger after hanger of dresses, skirts, and blouses, with her old jeans - all four pair of them, nowhere to be seen, someone knocked lightly at her bedroom door.

She hadn’t undressed yet, so she simply called, “It’s open.”

The distinct, pungent aroma of Sarah’s mother’s cooking struck her the second she opened the door. Perhaps it was that things didn’t just completely fall apart with Katelyn’s parents, or perhaps it was that four-letter word Katelyn used, but Sarah practically danced into the kitchen, wrapping her arms around Margaret’s waist.

The drive to Katelyn’s house was quiet, as neither of them had much to say to each other until, pulling into the driveway, Katelyn finally broke the silence.

“Let me do most of the talking,” she advised cautiously.

Sarah quietly nodded as she stepped out. She couldn’t have possibly known just how close to Nicole’s house she stood, but she had never visited this neighborhood before. All around her, large houses with well-trimmed lawns sat nestled on massive tracts of land with manicured hedges.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?”