Roadside Crosses | Miles, Bass, Rachel, Charlie (no obvious ships) | Eulogy | PG-13 | Major character deaths, Future!fic, Terribly depressing
People don't really get headstones anymore, with nice things carved into stone about them. They barely get funerals, just bare bones eulogies mumbled over a simple wooden cross and a mound of fresh dirt before mourners scurry on to the next pointless stop in an unending road trip, criss-crossing the countryside. In search of the one place where the memories of the days before the Blackout aren't so potent, where life can start new and untainted.
It doesn’t exist.Scattered along the overgrown highways and deserted towns of North America, there are a half dozen or more such crosses belonging to one unfortunate family, battered by the elements and bent this way and that by years of neglect. There is nothing to note who the people rotting beneath those crosses were, what they did for the world, or to it
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Awww - sorry for tears!! But thank you - I wasn't as happy with this one so I'm glad it was still a tearjerker. As much as I'd like to think these bbs would get some roundabout happy endings, this is probably closer to the truth. Poor darlings! *clings to them*
You have a cruel streak just like Rachel *g* (and it makes me love you even more) I liked your Miles' voice, you should write in it more often *hint hint*
People don't really get headstones anymore, with nice things carved into stone about them. They barely get funerals, just bare bones eulogies mumbled over a simple wooden cross and a mound of fresh dirt before mourners scurry on to the next pointless stop in an unending road trip, criss-crossing the countryside. In search of the one place where the memories of the days before the Blackout aren't so potent, where life can start new and untainted.
It doesn’t exist.Scattered along the overgrown highways and deserted towns of North America, there are a half dozen or more such crosses belonging to one unfortunate family, battered by the elements and bent this way and that by years of neglect. There is nothing to note who the people rotting beneath those crosses were, what they did for the world, or to it ( ... )
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That is just brutal. And shouldn't be allowed. That last line!
So very painful, and perfect.
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Hahahaha you SO know the way to my heart. :P Love you too! *snugs*
I liked your Miles' voice, you should write in it more often *hint hint*
I should, huh? Well I probably still have a few prompt fills in me, so we'll see. ;P
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Yup, it's through your rib cage. *g* *snuggles*
I should, huh? Well I probably still have a few prompt fills in me, so we'll see. ;P
Go for it! I think I'm all our of prompts at the moment, but I always say these things and then Thursday laughs at me when I end up writing more.
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And the award for angst-iest ficlet on the post goes to...
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