Splintered Trees// House of Leaves Ficmix
Medium: Books
Fandom: House Of Leaves
Subject: General
Title: Though Splintered Trees
Notes: Ficmix made for ENGL 474 Seminar Paper
i. Haunted//Poe
And I'm haunted
By the lives that I have loved
And actions I have hated
I'm haunted
By the promises I've made
And others I have broken
Johnny, that’s my name dumbass. This isn’t going to be some fancy biography, it’s not worth that much paraphrasing, Let’s just say I’m more of a footnote. I work at tattoo parlor, I did some bad shit, I’m in love with a stripper, real nice girl, really, once you get past the part of her taking off her second skin for cash. We all got those kinda days though right? We got to live how we do, it’s the only way, yet, fuck man, I’m preaching lies. I’m just as haunted by the things I’ve done, just as stuck, but things happens sometimes, things change your mind ya know? Mine was this book, some crazy old shit wrote about some film, a house that was bigger in then out. Crazy huh? Just crazy but I’m promising myself I’m gonna figure this thing out, I’m promising myself, for real this time.
ii. Overture// Patrick Wolf
Don't forget how the story begins no
Don't forget now.
If it was can you take me back to where it begins
Come and take me back to where it begins
Come and take me back to where it begins
Half dreams, i…i..i..can’t remember. This is a story…right?
In the house of leaves and
doors, lights and hallways, go on and on, forever more
A film, yes, a story on a film, only a film, I have a name, I have a life. Interviews flicker by, Stephen King, monsters, what is remembered and what is fiction? The line is blurring, mommy, mommy, letters, words, backwards…what is the story, what is the film, where does my life start? If I could just go back, if I could just put the letters where they started. There is only paper, there is only words, long twisting hallways of books half read.
iii. Lady Of My Dreams// Vast
₰ Instrumental ₰
Only static, deep noise, the overreaching silence that followed. Yggdrasil, branches wide, snake wrapped around your roots, humanity stuck in your heart. The house is empty, the house is full, there is only insanity, only white noise. Static, there is only silence and static, there is only this book. The leaves fall out, they burn, the flashlight flickers,
out, out, out…
