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[imochan]

uhhhh why am I still up, fml fml.

So, I've been thinking a lot about writing, in general (mostly school/life related TBH, but it's totally translated into fandom as well). SO INSTEAD OF MAKING MY rs_games REC POST WHICH WILL BE SOON BUT NOT TODAY, HERE IS A MEME:

Pick a paragraph / passage / scene from any story I've written, and comment to this post

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[crooked]

THERE IS A CERTAIN STORY I WANT TO DO FOR THIS MEME BUT CANNOT. >_>

so, uh, don't reply yet because placeholder until i go throw out the garbage and come back and figure out which to give you. :D? :D!

[imochan]

*PLACEHOLDS*

[crooked]

OKAY I AM BACK... and full of capslock?

from Haiku for London:He stops in the park to get his bearings. The sky seems wide enough to eat him up, his fingers ache from clenching unconsciously in his pockets, around the bundle of bread and brown paper in his arms; it smells like a frighteningly living thing, wriggling and cooing - though, though it's just the pigeons, he thinks, it's just the pigeons on the sidewalk

[imochan]

OH THIS ONE. GOSH. ♥

He stops in the park to get his bearings. The sky seems wide enough to eat him up, his fingers ache from clenching unconsciously in his pockets, around the bundle of bread and brown paper in his arms; it smells like a frighteningly living thing, wriggling and cooing - though, though it's just the pigeons, he thinks, it's just the pigeons on the sidewalk.

Okay, somehow you managed to pick the crux of this whole little thing, that this story was! WELL DONE. I think this was originally written for a Picture=1000 words challenge, where the deal was you got a picture prompt assigned to you, and had to write exactly 1000 words. Sidenote: the title, Haiku for London, comes from the exactness and brevity of the challenge requirements. This fic also marked a pretty distinct stylistic venture for me - partially out of word-count necessity, but also in trying to convey the kind of grief I imagined (at the time) that Remus was experiencing. It's a terser style than I was used to employing - with far shorter

[imochan]

They press their noses against their furry necks and he breaks off a piece of bread for the pigeons, because his stomach has closed up, thickly. The small dog noses a crumb that's fallen at the side of the path; it smells his shoes, his ankles, with a huff.

I can't take care of you, he whispers. I'm sorry, and the speckled dog presses its damp nose into his hand. Go away, he says, go away. I don't have any more, he says. I'm out of it all.IT HAZ A DOBLE MEANINGZ. I mean, in a very short story about the immediate impact of intense and sudden loss, one way to deal with that kind of psychological space is to render it all in metaphor and displaced actions/feelings/thoughts. It's very much how I tried to structure the story - Remus looking at himself in the mirror, Remus going out to buy bread, the shift of the seasons - it's all the world continuing on without him. This space of theirs - Remus and Sirius - I've always imagined it to be a kind of secret, for many reasons. The implied impact of that, is, of course, that it renders

[crooked]

asdfk;j WHY ARE YOU APOLOGIZING? i love that you wrote so much and with such eloquence. i LOVE reading other people's thoughts on their writing processes, especially since i myself can never seem to explain things so well. (i'd do this meme if it wouldn't be all 'HURR IDK I JUST LIKED THE WORD/COLOR/ETC'. XD

[imochan]

i very much got the sense that remus, in this story, is building toward something bigger, something angrier, some existence even more bleak than that one he's currently living. adskj and i almost chose the few sentences about remus naked in front of the mirror but thought that was TOO short, so i'm glad you included it.

YOU ARE A DOLL, AND TOTALLY RIGHT ON, KIDDO.

Thank you for the prompt!! ♥