Fic: After the Flood

[i_speak_tongue]

Morning. Wasted on the floor like a teenager. A salad of loose muscles and brains. Body parts all trying to do the same thing: forget, forget, forget. Wondering why he ever remembered in the first place.

A dusty fan sails round and round on the ceiling, and pigeons coo on the window ledge like they’re speaking in Pig Latin, insulting him. One

Comments

[asher_elric]

Nice. I like the trip into the human...psychi like this.
That and the descricption of the body being like a salad was too new for me to pass up reading this.

[i_speak_tongue]

Thanks so much. I'm glad I could entice you!

[asher_elric]

Yup. I am still floored with the 'salad' description.
Thanks so much for that.

[vikingprincess]

The way the ghost was formed is really creative and horrifying - so of course I love it. It's also, as you say in your author's note, a really plausible explanation for Dean's fixation on saving children.

[i_speak_tongue]

Thank you! So happy to hear it worked for you!

[maypoles]

This is painful, but in this entirely gorgeous way. I love your spare writing style.

[i_speak_tongue]

What I was aiming for: beautiful pain! You are too kind. Thanks!

[roque_clasique]

omg no time to read but I am really excited to see you back on LJ just FYI.

[i_speak_tongue]

!!!!!!!! Awesome! See you around!

[roque_clasique]

Ach! That was just awful, in the best way. That last line. Gah.

[i_speak_tongue]

So I'm good at being awful? Thanks! Lol.

[txgirl0302]

Poor Dean :(

I love Dean and John stories, this one was so heartbreaking. Very well done.

[i_speak_tongue]

Thank you very much! I aim to break hearts!