Dooooo it! ANYTHING that could make it less depressing. *points downthread* I started making some fumbling efforts in that direction but then it was past midnight and my brain stopped working.
I found you from poking around on my friends-list and this is what I find first? Yowza. ;) Ridiculously effective- if this is what comes from gut reaction writing, keep it up!
(I've been poking around your LJ and now I think I have to friend you- hi!)
Re: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASDFFGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHfahyeSeptember 6 2007, 22:39:45 UTC
Oh Lizzen. I am so awful. I kept waiting for the glimmer of hope to arrive, but because I was actually writing while identifying with the demon herself...that didn't happen. She just kept thinking, 'ha! you thought you'd be able to tolerate hell because you could spend all your time thinking about how Sam was safe because of you! THINK AGAIN, MATE!' and basically it all just collapsed into woe.
I did write this, though. It didn't fit with the rest of the ficlet, so I didn't post it, but...it could be part of a less-horrible sequel? I don't know.
~
"Ooh," she breathes, and a smile breaks out on her face like she's just been handed an all-expenses-paid trip to go shoe shopping in Paris. Or whatever the fuck it is that makes demons smile. "Knock-knock."
"What?" you demand.
Her fingertips stroke down your cheek, and with the other hand she presses the piece of paper into your palm. "Raincheck, sweetheart," she says. "I've just got to take this call
( ... )
Comments 37
... AUGH.
*INCOHERENT FLAILING*
Reply
Reply
And damn you because I have not the TIME to write but now I think I may have to try for a companion piece to this, one from Sam's point of view.
Reply
Reply
(I've been poking around your LJ and now I think I have to friend you- hi!)
Reply
I always need more people who will rant about Shakespeare on my flist!
Reply
Reply
Tempest icon! Ooh. I have a rather serious Tempest fixation.
Reply
Reply
Reply
I did write this, though. It didn't fit with the rest of the ficlet, so I didn't post it, but...it could be part of a less-horrible sequel? I don't know.
~
"Ooh," she breathes, and a smile breaks out on her face like she's just been handed an all-expenses-paid trip to go shoe shopping in Paris. Or whatever the fuck it is that makes demons smile. "Knock-knock."
"What?" you demand.
Her fingertips stroke down your cheek, and with the other hand she presses the piece of paper into your palm. "Raincheck, sweetheart," she says. "I've just got to take this call ( ... )
Reply
Reply
Yeah, that's it. It's fucked up and perfect and FLAIL.
Reply
You should read Spider Bites On All My Lovers.
Reply
Even if this has given me ideas of my own. Not for SPN, but Once Upon a Time in Mexico *points at icon* like so.
...ooh, I think I just might.
Reply
I am now in a mood to write something twisted and beautiful and fucked up and sadistic, and I blame you and your ficlet and your link of brilliance.
Reply
Leave a comment