The Complaint Against Sangoworshipper
This post may be very lengthy to read over as I provided both screencaps and text versions of the proof I have.
I am reporting the Plagiarism case of Sangoworshipper of Fanfiction.net (Did not know of this Comm when she first struck) She has actually stolen from one of my favourite writers Sharie Kohler. Her first blatant theft was on May 26 2009. She is a repeat offender.
As I own two copies of Sharie Kohler's novel and have read it was very clear sangoworshipper had taken Sharie's works and through using Word's 'Replace' tool removed the novel's characters names and replaced them with InuYasha cast names and used a Thesaurus to switch some words with new ones. I had contacted Sharie Kohler (in first Plagiarism incident) with screencaps from the first time. I still have the email and those screencaps (which are posted at the end of this post).
Sangoworshipper Would need a FF.net account to contact her.
Her 'story' which she has taken and laid claim to: Until the Full Moon
The real Author is Sharie Kohler and her novel is called Marked by Moonlight (first in the Moon Chasers series) ISBN: 978-1416542278, Published by Simon and Schuster Inc Dec 2007
Marked by Moonlight by Sharie Kohler this person has posted the actual novel on their blog.
I have once again contacted Sharie Kohler (she has a contact me option at her website) with regards to her story being stolen once again. (I can provide the email body to who will help me out) She contacted me back saying she has forwarded my email with the links to her editor. I have also used Simon and Schuster Inc website Contact Us option with the same email body. No results back yet from them.
I made my attempt to report Sangoworshipper to FF.net Abuse Team but I am not confident in their capabilities with dealing with this matter.
Screen caps of Until the Full Moon:
Screen caps of Sharie Kohler's Marked by Moonlight which I took directly from Simon and Schuster's Website: Marked by Moonlight browse inside
Sangoworshipper's first Plagiarism. I am posting this so you may see the chop-shop/butcher job she has done in an attempt to make it more 'hers':
Here is the story (in case the screencaps are not working right:
Sangoworshipper's Until the Full Moon
Rated: M - English - Angst/Supernatural - Inuyasha & Kagome - Reviews: 3 - Published: 11-11-09 - id:5503918
Prologue
~Dedicated to geega-pax, who without his help this story wouldn't have reappeared~
They were on their way. The 911 operator's voice droned on in his ear, prompting him to stay on the line, to stay right where he was; crouched in a ball by the side of his bed. Yet, when a second howl shot through the air, his fingers went numb as the phone slipped out of his hand and dully hit the carpet. Inuyasha slowly lifted himself from the floor. He felt as though he was being pulled by an invisible string as he moved towards the bedroom door.
They were coming. But not fast enough.
With a trembling hand, he grasped at the doorknob as if it were a lifeline, his sweat making it feel slippery. On the other side was his family, the people he loved. Not bothering to wait anymore, he took a deep breath and pushed it open.
His sister stood within the moonlit hallway, alone. The moon's glow made her light brown hair appear a blonde bordering silver. Her hair, along with her deathly pale skin, gave her a seemingly ethereal aspect. One hand was barely holding onto her worn out bear, its foot grazing the floor in hypnotic circles. The other unoccupied hand was half-raised in front of her as she blankly stared at their parents door.
“Rin,” he quietly called, trying not to startle her.
She didn't turn around, didn't even move her gaze. She just weakly lifted a finger to where their world had started to crumple away. He hurried to her and brought her hand down to her side, vowing to his father that he would protect her until he died, no matter how close that time may be.
“Momma,” she whimpered.
He found his gaze following hers as he pulled her closer to him. A man's stricken, pleading cries could be heard all too clearly followed by wretched carnal growls.
This wasn't real. It was all a loathsome nightmare threatening his sleep. Soon enough, he would wake up to having his mother shaking him awake and gathering him in her calm arms, ushering soothing words. His father would be at her side with a cold glass of water saying that water would wash the unwanted visions away, a ridiculous though relaxing saying.
But as Rin's nails pierced his hand, the pain shooting through his palm told him this wasn't a dream. It was a horrendous reality.
'We're going to get killed.' As that grim thought conquered his mind, he carried Rin away with him, ignoring his father's outcries and the urge to break down into hopeless tears.
He wasn't able to get far though. He froze as he sound of splintering wood reached his ears. As chunks of the used-to-be door flew about them, various of them hit his back. They didn't hurt, but the sensation was enough to snap him out of his stupor.
Inuyasha hugged Rin to him and turned around.
Right then he learned that monsters existed.
As he looked at it, the beast revealed it fangs to him. It was covered in black fur, and the patches around its mouth and neck were drenched in a crimson liquid. A small sparkle within its chest grabbed his eye, but then it was gone. Leaving him with only soaked dark fur to look at, drops of the ruby substance dripping off its strands creating marks on the wooden floor. It was unmistakable as to what it was.
Blood.
He let his sister go from his arms and pushed her behind him. Rin stood behind him and locked her arms around his waist in an iron hold. He unhooked her hands from him and pushed her arms down to his sides.
“Go!” He hissed through his teeth. The beast moved slightly, almost as if shrugging a shoulder. “Get out of here! Leave!”
She moved her head so that she would be able to peek at the monster and he felt a shiver run through her body. She moved her head back behind him and burrowed her face in the back of his t-shirt.
He never separated his eyes from the beast when he raised his voice and pushed Rin backwards. “Move!”
Maybe he had alerted the monster with the motion. Maybe not. Inuyasha would never be able to know why, but at at that time it chose to attack. It lunged with its claws out, prepared to shred him.
It would have been to foolish to think that he had a chance of surviving, but he was no fool. He knew that he was going die yet he also knew that his sister could live. Going against every single instinct that screamed out at him, he gave the beast his back and shoved her away in one last attempt.
A sudden, breaking pop pierced the narrow hallway, blending in with Rin's terrified scream. With a quick run-over, he found himself to be untouched. The monster hadn't reached him. Instead a pitiful whine penetrated the air. He looked up to where the beast had been, ready to kill him. He found it struggling to stay up. It quickly lost its strength to remain up and dropped to the floor in one move. It rolled onto it's back as spasms jerked its body around. A hole, small but there, had appeared in its chest.
Smoke billowed from the circle and Inuyasha let his gaze follow the trail as it lead to the lowered barrel of a pistol. He raised his eyes from the gun to the uniformed man behind it.
“Silver bullet,” the officer said flatly. “Works every time.”
Sirens echoed in the distance, hurriedly getting louder. Guarded violet eyes covered by bangs looked down at Inuyasha. Softly, but firmly, he told him, “There's going to be lots of question. Don't say anything and leave the talking to me, kay?”
Inuyasha just nodded, still to shocked about the turn of events to speak. He moved his eyes from the young man to the immobile monster laid out in his hallway.
Except there wasn't a monster there anymore.
In it's place was his mother. Bare and with her arms spread out to her sides, her legs fallen on top on each other, making her resemble the gold cross she always wore. Even now she had it on, the single, thin chain draped across her collarbone with the cross laying right above her heart, shining with specks of her victims blood.
And thrown in between the doorway of his parents room was his father's corpse - looking like a mangled, broken toy with a pool of his own blood surrounding him in an ever-expanding circle.
A/N: People asked me why this story disappeared or what happened to it. The answer is that one day my brother decided to be evil and deleted most of my stories. Fortunately, geega-pax had a backup of this story with all of the posted chapters. I am currently working on rewriting them to get back into a writing pattern. I hope that you'll continue to read it, although I can't promise speady updates.
From Sharie Kohler's Marked by Moonlight
Prologue
Never turn your back on an unfamiliar dog. -Man's Best Friend:
The 911 operator's voice droned steadily in his ear, urging him to stay on
the line, to wait, to remain as he was, crouched in a ball at the side of his bed.
But when a second howl rent the night air, the phone slipped through his fingers
and thudded softly to the carpet. Gideon drifted to the bedroom door as if pulled
by an invisible string.
They were coming. But not soon enough.
With a shaking hand, he grasped the doorknob, the brass cold and slick in his sweaty palm. His
family was on the other side of that door. He couldn't wait. Filling his lungs
with a deep breath, he pushed open the door, the creak of oil-hungry hinges a
familiar sound in an unfamiliar night.
His sister stood alone in the moon-washed hallway. Moonlight limned her blonde hair silver, giving her an unearthly aura. Her ragged bear dangled from one hand, its foot grazing the hardwood floor in rhythmic sweeps as she gazed in silence at their parents' door.
"Kit," he called, trying to keep his voice low.
She glanced over her shoulder at him before lifting a small, pink-nailed finger to the door in mute appeal. He hurried to her side and grabbed hold of her pointing hand while silently vowing to shield her from whatever lay within.
"Momma," she whimpered.
His gaze skittered away, then back to that wood-paneled door. A man's tortured cries echoed from the other side.
This had to be a dream. A horrible nightmare he would wake from at any moment. Only the bite of Kit's nails digging into his hand told him this was real. His parents would expect him to protect his sister, to get her far away from here.
With that sole thought burning in his mind, he closed his ears to his father's cries and
swung Kit, light as a feather, into his arms and fled.
He didn't get far. The sudden splintering of his parents' door immobilized him. Clutching his sister close, he turned.
In that moment, he learned monsters were real. Horrifyingly real. They did exist.
This one bared its fangs in greeting. The tawny fur at its mouth and neck glistened black crimson. A glint of gold flashed in the hair of its chest, catching Gideon's eye. But only for a moment. That wet fur surrounding its mouth recaptured his attention, its exact nature unmistakable.
Blood.
He released his sister. Her gangly legs slid the length of his body to the floor. He shoved her behind him. She clung to him, locking her arms around his waist in a death
grip. Tearing her hands free, he flung her back.
"Go," he commanded over his shoulder. "Get outta here!"
Her slight body shuddered where she stood, but she made no move to obey.
Never taking his eyes off the creature, he raised his voice and pushed her again. "Move!"
Maybe it was his sudden movement. Gideon would never know, but at that moment the monster attacked, surging forward like a spring uncoiled.
He had no chance. But his sister did. Against his every instinct, he turned his back on the beast and shoved Kit in one final attempt to save her.
A sudden, cracking pop pierced the narrow hallway, blending with Kit's high-pitched scream. Both sounds buzzed in his ears. In a quick, jumbling assessment, he surveyed himself and found his limbs intact. The beast had not ripped him to shreds. Turning, he watched it crumple to the floor inches from his feet, groping its chest with wild, frenzied movements.
A smoking pistol cast its shadow over the wall. Gideon turned, his gaze sliding past the pistol to the young man in police blues who cast an even larger shadow than the gun.
"Silver bullet," the officer said flatly. "Works every time."
The distant song of sirens congested the air, growing steadily louder. The officer's eyes, as dark and flat as his voice, drilled into him. "Don't say anything, kid. There's gonna be a lot of questions. Let me do the talking."
Gideon nodded, unable to speak, and looked back at the dead beast littering his hallway.
Only it wasn't a beast.
The beast had vanished.
In its place sprawled his mother-naked except for the familiar gold cross nestled in the indentation of her collarbone.
And through the open doorway of his parents' room lay his father's mutilated body-a mangled, broken toy, blood pooling around him in an ever-enlarging circle.
I am reporting the Plagiarism case of Sangoworshipper of Fanfiction.net (Did not know of this Comm when she first struck) She has actually stolen from one of my favourite writers Sharie Kohler. Her first blatant theft was on May 26 2009. She is a repeat offender.
As I own two copies of Sharie Kohler's novel and have read it was very clear sangoworshipper had taken Sharie's works and through using Word's 'Replace' tool removed the novel's characters names and replaced them with InuYasha cast names and used a Thesaurus to switch some words with new ones. I had contacted Sharie Kohler (in first Plagiarism incident) with screencaps from the first time. I still have the email and those screencaps (which are posted at the end of this post).
Sangoworshipper Would need a FF.net account to contact her.
Her 'story' which she has taken and laid claim to: Until the Full Moon
The real Author is Sharie Kohler and her novel is called Marked by Moonlight (first in the Moon Chasers series) ISBN: 978-1416542278, Published by Simon and Schuster Inc Dec 2007
Marked by Moonlight by Sharie Kohler this person has posted the actual novel on their blog.
I have once again contacted Sharie Kohler (she has a contact me option at her website) with regards to her story being stolen once again. (I can provide the email body to who will help me out) She contacted me back saying she has forwarded my email with the links to her editor. I have also used Simon and Schuster Inc website Contact Us option with the same email body. No results back yet from them.
I made my attempt to report Sangoworshipper to FF.net Abuse Team but I am not confident in their capabilities with dealing with this matter.
Screen caps of Until the Full Moon:
Screen caps of Sharie Kohler's Marked by Moonlight which I took directly from Simon and Schuster's Website: Marked by Moonlight browse inside
Sangoworshipper's first Plagiarism. I am posting this so you may see the chop-shop/butcher job she has done in an attempt to make it more 'hers':
Here is the story (in case the screencaps are not working right:
Sangoworshipper's Until the Full Moon
Rated: M - English - Angst/Supernatural - Inuyasha & Kagome - Reviews: 3 - Published: 11-11-09 - id:5503918
Prologue
~Dedicated to geega-pax, who without his help this story wouldn't have reappeared~
They were on their way. The 911 operator's voice droned on in his ear, prompting him to stay on the line, to stay right where he was; crouched in a ball by the side of his bed. Yet, when a second howl shot through the air, his fingers went numb as the phone slipped out of his hand and dully hit the carpet. Inuyasha slowly lifted himself from the floor. He felt as though he was being pulled by an invisible string as he moved towards the bedroom door.
They were coming. But not fast enough.
With a trembling hand, he grasped at the doorknob as if it were a lifeline, his sweat making it feel slippery. On the other side was his family, the people he loved. Not bothering to wait anymore, he took a deep breath and pushed it open.
His sister stood within the moonlit hallway, alone. The moon's glow made her light brown hair appear a blonde bordering silver. Her hair, along with her deathly pale skin, gave her a seemingly ethereal aspect. One hand was barely holding onto her worn out bear, its foot grazing the floor in hypnotic circles. The other unoccupied hand was half-raised in front of her as she blankly stared at their parents door.
“Rin,” he quietly called, trying not to startle her.
She didn't turn around, didn't even move her gaze. She just weakly lifted a finger to where their world had started to crumple away. He hurried to her and brought her hand down to her side, vowing to his father that he would protect her until he died, no matter how close that time may be.
“Momma,” she whimpered.
He found his gaze following hers as he pulled her closer to him. A man's stricken, pleading cries could be heard all too clearly followed by wretched carnal growls.
This wasn't real. It was all a loathsome nightmare threatening his sleep. Soon enough, he would wake up to having his mother shaking him awake and gathering him in her calm arms, ushering soothing words. His father would be at her side with a cold glass of water saying that water would wash the unwanted visions away, a ridiculous though relaxing saying.
But as Rin's nails pierced his hand, the pain shooting through his palm told him this wasn't a dream. It was a horrendous reality.
'We're going to get killed.' As that grim thought conquered his mind, he carried Rin away with him, ignoring his father's outcries and the urge to break down into hopeless tears.
He wasn't able to get far though. He froze as he sound of splintering wood reached his ears. As chunks of the used-to-be door flew about them, various of them hit his back. They didn't hurt, but the sensation was enough to snap him out of his stupor.
Inuyasha hugged Rin to him and turned around.
Right then he learned that monsters existed.
As he looked at it, the beast revealed it fangs to him. It was covered in black fur, and the patches around its mouth and neck were drenched in a crimson liquid. A small sparkle within its chest grabbed his eye, but then it was gone. Leaving him with only soaked dark fur to look at, drops of the ruby substance dripping off its strands creating marks on the wooden floor. It was unmistakable as to what it was.
Blood.
He let his sister go from his arms and pushed her behind him. Rin stood behind him and locked her arms around his waist in an iron hold. He unhooked her hands from him and pushed her arms down to his sides.
“Go!” He hissed through his teeth. The beast moved slightly, almost as if shrugging a shoulder. “Get out of here! Leave!”
She moved her head so that she would be able to peek at the monster and he felt a shiver run through her body. She moved her head back behind him and burrowed her face in the back of his t-shirt.
He never separated his eyes from the beast when he raised his voice and pushed Rin backwards. “Move!”
Maybe he had alerted the monster with the motion. Maybe not. Inuyasha would never be able to know why, but at at that time it chose to attack. It lunged with its claws out, prepared to shred him.
It would have been to foolish to think that he had a chance of surviving, but he was no fool. He knew that he was going die yet he also knew that his sister could live. Going against every single instinct that screamed out at him, he gave the beast his back and shoved her away in one last attempt.
A sudden, breaking pop pierced the narrow hallway, blending in with Rin's terrified scream. With a quick run-over, he found himself to be untouched. The monster hadn't reached him. Instead a pitiful whine penetrated the air. He looked up to where the beast had been, ready to kill him. He found it struggling to stay up. It quickly lost its strength to remain up and dropped to the floor in one move. It rolled onto it's back as spasms jerked its body around. A hole, small but there, had appeared in its chest.
Smoke billowed from the circle and Inuyasha let his gaze follow the trail as it lead to the lowered barrel of a pistol. He raised his eyes from the gun to the uniformed man behind it.
“Silver bullet,” the officer said flatly. “Works every time.”
Sirens echoed in the distance, hurriedly getting louder. Guarded violet eyes covered by bangs looked down at Inuyasha. Softly, but firmly, he told him, “There's going to be lots of question. Don't say anything and leave the talking to me, kay?”
Inuyasha just nodded, still to shocked about the turn of events to speak. He moved his eyes from the young man to the immobile monster laid out in his hallway.
Except there wasn't a monster there anymore.
In it's place was his mother. Bare and with her arms spread out to her sides, her legs fallen on top on each other, making her resemble the gold cross she always wore. Even now she had it on, the single, thin chain draped across her collarbone with the cross laying right above her heart, shining with specks of her victims blood.
And thrown in between the doorway of his parents room was his father's corpse - looking like a mangled, broken toy with a pool of his own blood surrounding him in an ever-expanding circle.
A/N: People asked me why this story disappeared or what happened to it. The answer is that one day my brother decided to be evil and deleted most of my stories. Fortunately, geega-pax had a backup of this story with all of the posted chapters. I am currently working on rewriting them to get back into a writing pattern. I hope that you'll continue to read it, although I can't promise speady updates.
From Sharie Kohler's Marked by Moonlight
Prologue
Never turn your back on an unfamiliar dog. -Man's Best Friend:
The 911 operator's voice droned steadily in his ear, urging him to stay on
the line, to wait, to remain as he was, crouched in a ball at the side of his bed.
But when a second howl rent the night air, the phone slipped through his fingers
and thudded softly to the carpet. Gideon drifted to the bedroom door as if pulled
by an invisible string.
They were coming. But not soon enough.
With a shaking hand, he grasped the doorknob, the brass cold and slick in his sweaty palm. His
family was on the other side of that door. He couldn't wait. Filling his lungs
with a deep breath, he pushed open the door, the creak of oil-hungry hinges a
familiar sound in an unfamiliar night.
His sister stood alone in the moon-washed hallway. Moonlight limned her blonde hair silver, giving her an unearthly aura. Her ragged bear dangled from one hand, its foot grazing the hardwood floor in rhythmic sweeps as she gazed in silence at their parents' door.
"Kit," he called, trying to keep his voice low.
She glanced over her shoulder at him before lifting a small, pink-nailed finger to the door in mute appeal. He hurried to her side and grabbed hold of her pointing hand while silently vowing to shield her from whatever lay within.
"Momma," she whimpered.
His gaze skittered away, then back to that wood-paneled door. A man's tortured cries echoed from the other side.
This had to be a dream. A horrible nightmare he would wake from at any moment. Only the bite of Kit's nails digging into his hand told him this was real. His parents would expect him to protect his sister, to get her far away from here.
With that sole thought burning in his mind, he closed his ears to his father's cries and
swung Kit, light as a feather, into his arms and fled.
He didn't get far. The sudden splintering of his parents' door immobilized him. Clutching his sister close, he turned.
In that moment, he learned monsters were real. Horrifyingly real. They did exist.
This one bared its fangs in greeting. The tawny fur at its mouth and neck glistened black crimson. A glint of gold flashed in the hair of its chest, catching Gideon's eye. But only for a moment. That wet fur surrounding its mouth recaptured his attention, its exact nature unmistakable.
Blood.
He released his sister. Her gangly legs slid the length of his body to the floor. He shoved her behind him. She clung to him, locking her arms around his waist in a death
grip. Tearing her hands free, he flung her back.
"Go," he commanded over his shoulder. "Get outta here!"
Her slight body shuddered where she stood, but she made no move to obey.
Never taking his eyes off the creature, he raised his voice and pushed her again. "Move!"
Maybe it was his sudden movement. Gideon would never know, but at that moment the monster attacked, surging forward like a spring uncoiled.
He had no chance. But his sister did. Against his every instinct, he turned his back on the beast and shoved Kit in one final attempt to save her.
A sudden, cracking pop pierced the narrow hallway, blending with Kit's high-pitched scream. Both sounds buzzed in his ears. In a quick, jumbling assessment, he surveyed himself and found his limbs intact. The beast had not ripped him to shreds. Turning, he watched it crumple to the floor inches from his feet, groping its chest with wild, frenzied movements.
A smoking pistol cast its shadow over the wall. Gideon turned, his gaze sliding past the pistol to the young man in police blues who cast an even larger shadow than the gun.
"Silver bullet," the officer said flatly. "Works every time."
The distant song of sirens congested the air, growing steadily louder. The officer's eyes, as dark and flat as his voice, drilled into him. "Don't say anything, kid. There's gonna be a lot of questions. Let me do the talking."
Gideon nodded, unable to speak, and looked back at the dead beast littering his hallway.
Only it wasn't a beast.
The beast had vanished.
In its place sprawled his mother-naked except for the familiar gold cross nestled in the indentation of her collarbone.
And through the open doorway of his parents' room lay his father's mutilated body-a mangled, broken toy, blood pooling around him in an ever-enlarging circle.