Hee hee hee... silliness on my part.  This got sent to only one person,
not to the list...  I should be more careful.

Hello, everyone!

I'm taking this moment to "announce" myself to the list in general,
before I go into lurk mode to learn more about the list (and
occasionally stick my idiot neck out with a comment).  My name is Corvus
(at least around here), and I'm primarily concerned with Sailor Moon
fanfiction, though I do have other works based on Ninja Gaiden (not
complete), Tenchi Muyo! (extremely short, I believe you call those
"spamfics"?) and a crossover of my SM fic with Vampire Princess Miyu
(major What-If).  I've got a site dedicated to my SM fic, but I won't
annoy folks with my "advertisement" sig file ^_~  I'll only give it
once, right here:

http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Station/7569/

Well, that's over and done with.  On to the real reason for this
message:

For example: (From My fic, Autumn.)

           The rake pulled smoothly through the grass,
        the leaves bunching and spilling past the sides.
        The tines hissed through the grass, the leaves
        crackling with each stroke.
          "Every year?" Ranma called across the yard.
          "Every year." Akane replied, pausing to remove
        some leaves that had stuck in her rake.

<SNIP>

Eeeeeew! It might be 'artistic', but it starts the story
on a -stutter-, and I think it could be improved. Anyone
Want to take a hack at it? Or volunteer their own?

Sure, lemme try.

***********
	The slighty rusted tines of the old yard rake pulled through the grass
with the expertise of years, sending fallen leaves spilling ahead and
behind like a dry, crackling brown wave.  The black-haired young man who
weilded the implement paused from his work, straightening to wipe his
dripping brow.  He turned his dark eyes to look across the leaf-strewn
yard to his fellow worker.  To the young woman he asked, "Every year?"
	"Every year," his fiancee told him in mild exasperation.
**********

I'm not *usually* so purple, but I think it sets a good tone, especially
with the characterization of the old rake.  Think about it... back when
you were younger, standing out in the yard with your parents or
siblings, moving those leaves around with that old, rusting, bent-tined
*thing* they called the rake...  Well, maybe I'm the only one who
remembers something like that, but you can see my point ^_~

--Corvus