I do not just write. I am a writer. ... A writer who has trouble putting words to the page occasionally, because he stupidly surrounded himself with shiny, noisy things that steal his attention span away from being productive, but when he does write, he puts his soul into it. His twisted, blackened, evil soul, made evil, blackened, and twisted by writing horrible, horrible stories about people getting unpleasant things jammed into their eye sockets and getting squeamish people to read it for laughs... And somewhere along the line, Machina started talking about himself in the third person.
Machina has no idea why.
In the area of original fiction...
One of my big ones is a series of short stories set in a universe I've been working on since middle school. Hard science universe, as in "inertia and no friction means ship moves like it damn well should" with a few "wait, what" elements like FTL, telekinesis, human-aliens, and the occasional realistically done giant robot. It's also my universe where I'm doing most of my conlanging, and several of the languages are developed to the point where simple sentences can be formed. Some species created by my best friend show up, but as a whole the universe is my work. I'm planning on setting up a free site to dump several stories in this universe on, namely the ones I don't feel like pulling the "bombard publishers with it" song and dance with.
Another space story, nowhere near hard science, is one originally developed with a friend, but she pulled out and left it with me. No name for the universe, not much work done, but it involves a three way war between humans, angels, and demons, in space with magic-powered spacecraft, and several factions of bloodthirsty fairies attacking all sides equally, boarding ships and raiding worlds so they can butcher and eat the crew or populace, then glassing the world and fluttering back to their homeworlds. A bit of background work done on it, but it's kind of back burnered.
There's also a fantasy story. But given that my irrational hatred of Tolkienesque elves is kind of evaporating, I should avoid it...
Then the spy story. ... I suck at titles. James Bond type stuff, with three spies taking part in a conflict between two major organizations.
Fanfiction...
The big one is in my signature. Intentions is a redo of an earlier Rockman fanfiction, also called Intentions, that I wrote myself into a corner on and decided sucked, so I needed to redo it. It's still up on the old Bob and George forums, but it's mangled due to several reinstalls and restorations of that board. The Intentions of today revolves around a conflict between causality and destiny, with events going differently in the past (just after MM8) leading to a drastically different future despite universe's attempts to steer things more toward being like canon. The main sequence of Intentions takes place in the X era, where after things were "kind of mostly" like they "should" be up through the equivalent of X4, everything after that is thrown out the window aside from a few small victories that fate can claim over causality.
Another big one is some work I'm doing for a free Ultima Online shard. I'm prohibited from saying too much, except that I'm completely reconstructing the Ultima Online backstory for a new shard, because as good as the original UO backstory was, the developers who came after launch couldn't write. At all. So for the new shard, they had their resident Story God (actual title) pen a new backstory. Since I might be the only Ultima fan here, I'll just leave it there.
Transformers: Darkest Hour. Grimdark Transformers. 'Nuff said.
Those're the big ones... I also write some short stories unrelated to any other works from time to time, but like most of what I do, it either doesn't get finished, or I file it away somewhere and refuse to release it.