As many of you know, I worked with OmegaPet before Covid, pretty much every day for years. I could have worked all day on stories but instead I worked on this. It's rare I have this much time to set aside for writing.
I do hope that OmegaPet has a friend like me again, one day. He may come to appreciate them. He didn't appreciate me, or he wouldn't have thrown my friendship in the shitter for that story he had to know he was not entitled to steal. He had to know I would not abide it because he had stolen it before, and I told him he couldn't.
Imagine discovering that your friendship is so worthless, that someone you knew for six years would trade it just to get some votes on SOL? What a shitty fucking bargain.
He recently wrote a defense of his plagiarism of my work in his blog and called it an accident.
I wanted to write a single word response, which is "Bullshit".
That sums up exactly what I think of his lack of ownership of what he did. Bullshit sums up his lack of awareness of what it means to have your work stolen and eviscerated by a friend. Bullshit sums up my thoughts on the "accident" of stealing a story you knew you shouldn't steal, because the first time you stole it, I was ready to end our friendship over it. This is the second time he stole the same story without permission, and Bullshit sums up his entire response.
He didn't just take it without permission. He took it KNOWING that I said he can't take it. He took it KNOWING how I felt about having my experiences, my voice, my details removed and removed them. He took it with *NO* intention to even give me credit. He took it with the intention to take it to places I would not want him to take it.
He stole the story from me. He stole my WILL to continue the story now, as well.
His blog should have actually been an admission of what he did and an unqualified apology. You won't find those there. You will only find bullshit.
He is incapable of that. He still thinks his putting his name and copyright on my story was an accident and an over-reaction by me. If that is the case, let me add some context; You be the judge.
This is also a vent for me, and I apologize in advance for that. You didn't come here for drama. This is painful for me though, so I will share the raw feeling with you, anyway.
That is why a fresh betrayal hurts much more. As an author, there is always a risk that some troll is going to steal your stuff and post it up on some bookstore and sell it as their work. It would not hurt so much because snakes bites when you pick them up. If they bite you, you shouldn't be surprised. Trolls are parasitic shit stains and stealing is what parasitic shit stains do.
I was surprised that a friend would steal from me -not once, but twice. I was surprised that a friend would erase the very details that I worked so hard to create from my writing, but keep the framework of the story I wrote.
I shouldn't be, because it's not the first time he did it.
It's hopefully the last time he will do it to me. I'll follow his writing, if only to see whether or not he's dumb enough to think he's entitled to a fucking thing I wrote or created.
Imagine this scenario: You allow your friend to borrow your car a few times, and even though he never gives you credit for doing that, you are a good friend. He does stuff for you, it's not a one way street.
One day, he takes your car without asking. He doesn't put gas in it, which he knows you hate. He plans on keeping the car for himself, and you say "no, you can't do that."
He claims to be sorry, but only after you bring it up. He thinks you should be glad he took your car. You weren't using it at the moment. That's where I was with OmegaPet-59 a few months ago.
Over the years, he's taken my ideas and never given me credit for them. He's taken them in directions I didn't particularly enjoy, like attempted rape scenes that were unnecessary. As an author and a friend, I provided feedback on how I felt. He not only never gave me credit for creating the story/idea/characters, but he unabashedly kept those objectionable scenes in the story. The pattern was always there. He doesn't give a shit if this scene hurts a reader that wasn't expecting it.
He has a history of telling the same story over and over with slight variations. This rape was something that simply did not belong in there. It could have been that their daughter's date got a little handsy, and she asked him to leave. I wouldn't have even noticed that. This was a full on rape kit dude, who fled the scene.
I am not a fan of that, but I also felt ownership of these characters, and a sadness that, in some way, if a victim of rape, or even someone like me who can only try to fathom what rape survivors feel because I know some personally, might feel if they read it. Those characters felt real to me. He made them act like thoughtless assholes that laughed and fucked the night of her daughter's eldest rape.
I am realizing that's because HE is a thoughtless asshole, who does not understand the pain he creates and lacks empathy.
I did not want that rape associated with the characters I created. I told him that. He left it in.
There are some characters you read about or create that feel like more than just names on a page. I still remember Jeff and Diane from that story because I could see them. I knew them. They were created by distilling hundreds of experiences and people I've met into something that felt authentic.
They are an extension of me - of who I am and what I've done and where I've been and what I've learned.
So, that is why when he strips me out - it hurts. When he makes them act like his generic Leo/Mary characters that he always writes - it hurts. When he gives me no credit for their creation, it hurts.
As a friend, I gave him my silent permission to use them. We aren't friends. He may not have them. It kills me to take stories down. It's like chopping trees. He didn't attribute me as the creator of the story.
He never gave me credit for any of the work I did. As a friend, I silently respected that. We aren't friends. Fuck that. Those first chapters are mine. He did that to Mary Christmas, Hobo-Sexual, and several other stories. Hobosexual was supposed to be a story about a homeless person that we collaborated on. after my initial chapter, he gets her a home and makes her a regular sexual.
I wrestled with my beliefs in not censoring, being a good friend and my distaste for the scenario. Ultimately, I respected his decision to leave it in, but registered my distaste with him. That was not the case for his decision to steal my latest story and copyright it. In that one, I was 100% abundantly clear - this was an end to friendship level egregious action the FIRST time he did it.
So, doing it a second time is no accident, nor is it forgivable.
I can forgive, but I cannot forget, and this time he forced my hand - forgiveness is off the table, because I won't forget that he did it once already. I miss my friend OmegaPet. I miss my writing partner.
I will not miss the guy who stole my stories and slapped his name on them. That's the role he chose for himself.
The rape is not the only time he wrote something into a story I created that I could not abide and found distatesful; there are many other examples, but they would take too long to explain. I don't like censorship. I include a lot of kinky shit in my stories, even if I am not into it. I feel like authors should be able to do that. If the rape had been a plot pivot point, I could justify it. It was just something random he threw in.
I put damsels in distress or predicaments in my stories, but this type of scenario with parents who don't even call the law, get her therapy, offer to talk to her about it in more serious ways, or go out hunting down this motherfucker? Now, he made my characters do something that no parent should ever do.
At the time, he dismissed it by saying, "It was only ATTEMPTED RAPE, he didn't follow through."
"Oh, you only attempted rape? You tried to forcibly tie up this woman, but you fled the scene? nothing we can do about it then."
-The cops in Omegapets world.
The parents I created for this story, never get help for their daughter, they never even talk to her about it, they laugh about it, and go to bed. They never press charges. These were the characters that I created in that story, and they always made me feel terrible that this unnecessary event was in this story.
We've talked about it over the years, since it was published. As a friend, I allowed him to keep it in. We aren't friends. Those priveledges that came along with that friendship are revoked.. He ended that. He traded his latest theft of my story for that friendship. He loses all of what comes along with that friendship - everything. That's what it cost him.
It cost me more than the price he paid. I lost trust, I lost time, I lost the will to write that story. My friendship clearly meant nothing to him, so getting to write a shitty version of my story twice must have felt like a bargain.
That should have been my first clue that OmegaPet doesn't understand what crime is. He doesn't see the attempted rape as a crime. He doesn't see it as a big deal. He doesn't see assigning a copyright over a story he didn't write as a big deal.
He writes tear-jerker porn. It's about tragedies and abuse. I write embaressed nude females and CMNF/power exchange stories. We were friends even though we wrote different stories and found some common ground. The rape was not one of those things. The theft of this current story is not one of them. The direction he was planning to take it was not one of them either.
The rape was not salient to the plot and never gets called back. I know rape survivors of "attempted" rape and I know that it caused PTSD and they are *NOT* and may *NEVER* be okay. I mention this because my so-called friend still doesn't think he did anything wrong when he copyrighted my story a second time. The one I told him he could not have a month ago.
He says that it was an accident as well, apparently. He didn't intend to hurt me. He said in his qualified apology "I am sorry if you took it that way."
How else could I mothfuckering take stealing my story, putting your name on it an erasing me out of it when you know you shouldn't? How about just not doing it in the first place? If you do, admit it was wrong and apologize. Never doing it again.
How about that?
He took it again, yesterday. New Years Eve 2025. A perfectly shitty way to end a perfectly shitty year.
How could he think I would want him to take it? I will continue to ponder this. How could a reasoning person think that if you tell them you are ready to end your six-year friendship over their theft of your idea without your permission, that you should do it again in a month to see if I changed my mind?
How could you, as a reasoning person, when I've told you endlessly that erasing my style of writing out of the story kills me, think that you should erase my details out of the story I told you that you could not have in the fucking first place?
If you ask OmegaPet, his response will be that it was an "accident". I have accidents all the time. Spilling the milk is an accident. I've never accidentally taken a friends story, copyrighted it, put my name on it, changed the character's names, erased their details and overwrote it with a summary form ONCE.
He did it twice.
TWICE! to the same story. It must be some fucking story, right?
It's worth hurting a perverted old man, and hitting him in the fucking balls, crushing his spirit and stealing his will to write. That "accident" cost me a lot more than just a shitty friend that was never a friend.
It was an accident he edited it, put his name on it, copyrighted it, like the attempted rape in his story was an accident.
I mention a pet peeve like not putting gas in the car. That's because when he's taken my stories recently, he doesn't spend one second adding to the story. It's all about erasing the voice of "Eddie" and all the little details I enjoy so much about it. I write to live through the eyes of my characters and share those experiences with others.
I live through the character in this story. I want to live in the story, and when you read it, you live through my eyes. I don't know how to express how magical that transference of my experience to you as a reader is, but taking it away from me by stripping it from my story is a different kind of theft.
Stealing my ideas is one thing.
Stealing my words and feelings and replacing them with shitty ChatGPT writing is another altogether. It's painful because it means those memories translated into new stories, those elements of people I've known that get transfused into the characters to make them feel authentic are gone and erased - stripped by an uncaring, thoughtless asswhole who still thinks he is entitled to do it.
An asshole I was HELPING with creative writing but never once told to do this to my story.
His writing style is more like a police blotter. All the sensory details stripped out, all the body language flushed down the toilet. Even who is speaking and their tone of voice is generally deleted.
He's done this to several of my stories recently, and I told him to stop.
One sunny day about a month ago, he slapped his name on one of my unfinished draft stories. It's a story I particularly enjoyed, but it's about a family that loves life and enjoys it, and I was in a dark place. The Eskimos have a tradition where the women sleep with guests. This family doesn't see sex as a thing you "take" form women and they "give you". It's like sharing a meal/hospitality to them.
I *TOLD* him I put the story away until I was feeling it, and that he MAY NOT have this story. He takes it anyway and starts erasing my words from the story to make it more of a summary form.
I am often accused of writing stories with similar tropes, and I don't deny it. One of them is the nerdy, bashful guy who doesn't know shit. He's wet behind the ears and has no game. That was me back at that age. I write what I know, and I love that first kiss scene - when your hands are shakin,g and you don't know how long to hold the kiss.
I love putting someone like that into a scene with people who see sex as a positive, joyful thing, and he's not used to it.
I told Omega-Pet that he could absolutely not have this story a month ago. I told him how it made me feel to watch him strip those observations from the main character about the experience out of the story to "Hurry up and get to the action".
I told him that I have very little time left on this fucking planet, and have almost nothing of Eddie to leave behind in it.
I think about people like Ernest Bywater. If you knew him or knew of him, you knew he was generous with his time and his advice, and he helped people here. Fuck, I want to be like Ernest Bywater - even a little bit.
I think about Phil Phantom. I never met Phil but he wrote the filthiest most joyful shit you'll probably ever read. It was way ahead of its time. It is very likely Phil is not on this planet anymore, but you can still find his stories floating here and there.
SOL has been my home for many years. I've tried other sites but aside from one other forum, this is it. This is the archive where you can find my work. It's not the best work, but it's MINE. I WROTE IT. I DID NOT STEAL IT.
OmegaPet, Mike McGifford, and a few others have directly helped me over the years with editing. I am hesitant to mention names simply because I don't know how people feel about being mentioned in public but other authors helped me indirectly or with constructive feedback.
Ernest helped me. Vulgus helped me. Hooked6 helped me. MaryS helped me. The list is longer but you get the idea.
They may not know it, but their writing influenced me. It not only taught me how to tell stories in better ways, but it served as motivation. If I did that for OmegaPet, that would be great. Even if he is a lying sack of shit that plagiarizes stories.
A month ago, OmegaPet took my work, put his name on it, put a copyright on it, erased the essence of me and kept the story framework.
I told him our friendship was over - point blank. He had checked out of editing for me a long time before that and after many times telling him how I felt when he erased my essence from stories, taking one without my permission at all was simply a step too far.
He subsequently apologized. It was a qualified "I am sorry, if...."
I am a reasonable person. I have almost no friends. I gave him the benefit of the doubt and accepted his apology, even though any time you apologize - Here is something I'll share with you:
Anytime you apologize, everything after the word "if" or "but" has just invalidated your apology.
He tells me he never learned basic creative writing in high school. I am amazed that he embraces grammar rules so hard, but he won't do something as simple as "Show" over "Tell" the reader. His style is to drop a mountain of exposition on the reader like "We live in a two-story house" instead of "I went upstairs" (Which provides the context clue they have a two-story house).
I invest in him one of the few things that I know - how to tell a decent story. I am a master bullshitter from the old school. My storytelling style is to imagine sitting across from you in a bar, shooting the shit, and telling you the most interesting thing that ever happened to me. I write it just like I (or my main character) would tell it to you.
I learned to write like J.D. Salinger's Catcher in the Rye and do "Show Not Tell" in High School. It's intrinsic to storytelling for me. I do not know how to write without it. I would not want to write without it.
I offer him a "Creative Writing" exercise with a throw-away scenario that means nothing to me. It's super generic. I show him how the father sits in the old car and explains to his son that things are different where they are going, to set up the reader to wonder "HOW DIFFERENT?" and to show the reader that the car is old to not only paint a picture but establish this man's financial means.
Yesterday, New Years Eve 2025, he decided to respond to that scenario with one of his own. This is where he stole my car a second time.
He takes the ONE story I told him not to take a month ago. The story I was ready to end our friendship over. The story I told him he abso-mother-fucking-lutely could not change and erase me out of. The story that I told him was joyful to me, was now his as far as he was concerned.
He renamed it.
He put a Copyright on top of it.
He put his name on it.
He renamed the two main characters.
He systemically went line by line, erasing the details and altering the dialogue.
He kept in everything that happened, but as if Eddie hadn't told it.
He writes pretty much the same story over and over. I call them "Leo/Mary" stories. He writes the same story about them meeting. The Leo gaslights and love bombs her, doesn't have to try hard and she falls head over heels for him. It's the instant win Mary Sue Romance trope.
I hate those stories, and I've made no secret of that to him. Over the years, he's used my ideas and turned them into Leo/Mary stories. The characters always act a certain way, and the Leo never faces any challenges, and has an instant win button. The Mary always has the same personality, and the existence of all other characters is only to faciliate the sex between these two characters.
That's what he likes. That's what his readers like. They can read endless variations of the same story. However, he was going to take MY story and do this to it.
He was going to take my story about this wonderful family. One that I had multiple characters already for and make it all about Leo/Mary. He told me and I quote: " you will clearly see the Mi Casa story is clearly a foundation for the early plot. However, this story is going to go in some different directions."
Foundation? Motherfucker, you stole the story, put your name on it like you wrote it, COPYRIGHTED IT, decided you would erase my details out of it, and then planned to make it into something I can't stand.
So he borrowed my car a month ago, didn't put gas in it, took it to a part of town I didn't want him to take it, planned to keep it, and only gave it back when I treatened to end our friendship.
A month later, he stole my car, plans to repaint it, alter it, register it in his name, and plans to take it somewhere I didn't want him to go with it.
If you go to his blog, he says he "Accidentally" Copyrighted my story.
He "Accidentally" woke up, turned on his computer, opened the file that had the story Eddie wrote that Eddie told him was not his.
He "Accidentally" took that story and erased out line by line the details that Eddie wrote and replaced them with summary that looks like ChatGPT wrote it (and it probably did)
He "accidentally" added a copyright with his name on it.
He "accidentally" emailed it to me to inform me that while he plans on taking my story, he will be going somewhere else with it.
It's 100% obvious to me that "Somewhere else" is the same story he always tells, because he already has my nervous virgin talking like Leo and my low-self-esteem hot but chubby girl acting like Mary.
I had all day to write yesterday. I had all day to write today.
Instead, I am so gutted and betrayed, I am not. He stole 48 hours of productivity from me, on top of everything else.
That's precious because we don't get that time back. I could have been working on stories, but I was so devastated that I had to vent, and reflect. Did I somehow tell him he could steal my story and keep it?
nope.
Could he possibly have gotten the impression from ANYTHING I EVER SAID about stealing this story and claiming it as his own that I'd be thrilled with his decision to steal it?
nope.
He maintains that if he "planned to steal it," why would he email it to me?
I don't know. He's clearly a fucking dumbass, who doesn't give a shit how I feel, so why does he steal the story in the first place and put copyright over it? He claims that's all accidental. He's not at fault, and I am a meanie.
I tell him that we are not friends. There is no coming back from this. I tell him that over the years, three of his most popular stories are characters I created, in scenarios I created, and he never once gave me credit in any form or fashion. as a friend, I allowed that. As a person he stole from, I do not.
I appreciate those who wrote to me to tell me that, legally, his copyright may not stand. I do not have the money, time, or interest in court. I documented with Lajeez that I wrote the story. I am hesitant to have him manage the dispute as if I were Lajeez, I'd suspend us both and forbid the story to be posted just to save myself the drama.
It probably will *NEVER* get published anyway, because it's too painful to post, since a former friend of over five years took it upon himself to steal it not once, but twice, and erase my essence out of it.
You can't take the plot of Star Wars, change Luke to Pete Skywalker, and write shitty dialogue, but follow the same plot and copyright it as a new IP. You can make a "parody," but tbh if he tries to steal my ideas, there are not a lot of options I really have.
Before any smart ass armchair lawyer emails me about 'fair use' or some parody Disney hasn't come after - just understand that's not the point of this analogy. He wasn't writing a parody. He was stealing my work and putting his name and copyright on it. I do not sell my work and never will. I do not have any financial interest in this, but I do not want my shit behind paywalls, either. I do not want others claiming my writing is theirs. I'd be okay with fan fiction that continues my story 100%. What OmegaPet was doing was not that. It was "Hey guys, I just wrote this new idea called Star Wars." as if you wrote it. Plagiarism.
The only thing is to loudly and longly say "OmegaPet is a selfish, conceited asshole that stole my work and plagiarized it. He copyrighted it, and I do not recognize the copyright and dispute his legal right to it."
I have other updates and such to share, but I thought I'd put this one to rest without getting into it further. I mentioned this yesterday and included his version and mine (the first bit) for reference. I'll follow his work to see if he has the audacity to try the old "I changed it just enough that I can claim I wrote this" technique.
To which I would try the technique of:
"Legally, that would be true, but ethically you are a motherfucking thief and fuck head. You copied my homework, you aren't an author. You are a cheater. You stole the characters. You stole the scenes. You stole the events. You took from me the experience of writing this wonderful story by making it impossible to enjoy in the future. You planned to eviscerate the essence of my words and replace it with substandard chatGPT for low attention spans. I will let everyone know what you did. I hope 2026 brings you the fucking karma you so richly earned, and that you choke on this fucking story that meant more to you than six years of my friendship."
If that technique does not work, so be it.