Plagiarism report

[destina]

I'm reporting a case of fully documented plagiarism involving one of my stories.

On 3/13/11, I was notified anonymously that my SPN RPS story White Knight, Talking Backwards (posted 11/13/2009) had been plagiarized in its entirety by xheart-of-lifex and reposted as a Whose Line Is It Anyway story titled by your side, posted 2/15/11. The story is also listed on

Comments

[irishrose1]

Hello, I am Irishrose and I will be the mod working your case. Thank you for the screen caps you've already obtained. They will definitely help us.

[destina]

Thank you! I just relocated the png files of the screenshots, so hopefully I changed all the links to their correct locations. Please let me know if you have difficulty downloading any of them.

[irishrose1]

No problems opening them. If you get any comments from other authors that they recognize their stories, please send them this way.

Thanks!

[destina]

Hi there. Could you give me any update on the status of this case?

[notapoet47]

Hi! I actually am having the same issue with this author! I was notified today by lesssaid on Fanfiction.net that a (very bad) fic I wrote almost five years ago may have been plagiarized by a user on Livejournal. My username on FF.Net is masb1987, which I frequently go by. My story is Food of Love, and is a Rent fic. It was also posted to several LJ communities at that time. xheart-of-lifex called their story "Feast of Love." I didn't manage to get screenshots before they deleted their "version" of my story, however I do have excerpts saved. I PMed them on livejournal asking them about the similarities between our two stories, and within five minutes, the story was gone.

My fic:
So he'd gotten two jobs, working twenty hours a day for several months. Days were spent washing dishes in a sleazy diner, while nights were in a even more sleazy bar. Both jobs paid shit, but it paid for Roger's AZT and food, while Mark could swipe scraps from the diner to tide him over. When he came home for a few hours rest, he would usually be too exhausted to do more

[notapoet47]

I do have more exerpts from the story, and will post some below. I have not received any response to my PM to xheart_of_lifex, apart from the story being deleted.

My fic:
Crash. The fourth glass Mark had broken at the bar that night. He went for a broom, shuddering slightly as he passed a table of leering men, friends of the manager. They came to the bar most nights, grabbing Mark's ass when he passed, calling him "cutie pie" and "baby." He bent over to sweep up the shattered glass, and just before he straightened up, a pair of hands came to Mark's hips. He stood, turning to tell whoever it was to fuck off, then saw that the man was his manager

[notapoet47]

Theirs:Crash. The fourth glass Chip had broken at the bar that night. He went for the broom that laid under the counter, trying to ignore but failing miserably as he passed a group of leering men who couldn’t have been that much older than him. He recognized them though, friends of the manager

[notapoet47]

"I'll get you some soup," Jeff called from the kitchen, and Chip's protests were cut off by another surge of nausea. He squatted before the toilet, dry heaving shakily. Finally, he felt it stop, dropping his head weakly against the cool porcelain of the tub. Just a few seconds more, he told himself, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. The next thing he realized was Jeff pulling him into his arms, half-carrying him to the couch where Chip was deposited. A bowl of soup was shoved into his hands.

"Eat," Jeff instructed, holding out a few crackers as well. "You look like shit," Chip glanced shakily at the vegetable soup. Two dollars a can, enough for a couple of pills for Jeff, a voice taunted in his head. Selfish pig. Chip shoved the bowl into Jeff's hands, suddenly feeling sick.