'The Song of the Treadmill' - part twelve! At last.
Wheeeeeeeeee! So late. I have *guilt* when i don't post, which is probably dumb, but...there it is! Seems like the holidays got me all discombobulated, and then i've been fighting this freaking *cough* since November... I'm now on *way* too many meds, but it's only for a week! And then maybe i'll be well! Yay
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*ahem*
Oh Sam. Excellent, excellent writing it had *me* getting jangly and restless. You could feel Sam's tension throughout the whole chapter and it gave it a bit of a nerve-wreaking sort of edge.
Somewhere behind a shelf there was a tv on, showing the limited stuff that was available. Sam wanted to watch it and shied away from simultaneously, frankly too freaked out to confront all the differences. To see all the things they'd lost. Over all was the hum of conversation - the coming and going of the residents, the shouts and laughter of the kids playing. Music, too, and noise from the kitchen area, more cooking smells that threatened Sam's not-quite-settled stomach.
Love it. He's so used to being... well a ghost really. Coming and going, never staying long enough and while at first it's a relief now life is invading and it's freaking him out. I'm guessing a part of him, some half forgetten part, is still going 'but where's my world and my dean and my life?'. Even if he says he's good with staying in this world, as fucked up as it is, the ramifications of that are just starting to hit him.
I just have to say it. You are such a damn good writer.
Moonrise - calculated but not seen through the sheet of clouds overhead - found Sam in an observation bubble at the far end of the main living bunker. It was a polycarbonate dome salvaged off some expensive hotel or mall, etched with runes and ringed with silver and iron. The cold came through it like water, tangible against Sam's skin - shivering down into his lungs with every breath. The rumpled fields of snow and earth spread out on all sides, gleaming dully in the trickles and pin points of light that escaped from the various bunkers and greenhouses. It was still snowing and Sam stood for a long, long time staring straight up into the sky, the snow whirling down and down like falling stars - endless tunnel of movement and white.
Absolutely gorgeous. And now that I've read Lee I can definitely see where you're getting your influence from. Though in my opinion, I think you do it better. There's just something so elegent and lyrical and achingly gorgeous in the way you write.
Aching to be out of the Roach Motel - to be away from the demons and the people who could bend steel with a thought - start fires and move mountains and stop hearts.
Heh. Sometimes, it can be the coolest thing the world and it'll all end up being just a little to much. I think Sammy needs a good, down to his soul sort of laugh.
They walked down, deeper into the earth, and Sam imagined it getting thicker and thicker overhead. Like going down into a grave, and he had to clench his fists tight, nails digging into his palms to keep from breaking and running. He wasn't claustrophobic - he didn't imagine the walls were closing in, or the roof collapsing. He just... He'd died, now he was buried. His brain kept grasshoppering around in weird little circle, seeing the striated earth, the crumbling rock and the shale that heat from the falling object had blasted into slate, iron oxidizing in seconds and turning the stone a strange sort of rusty green. There were work lights about every five feet, strung on long bundles of wire and bright orange extension cords.
*This whole place is a grave. It's dying - it's Hell, Dean said. We're all in Sheol, or Limbo, or...somewhere. Not living. Barely alive...* The tiny differences - the missing things, and the things that made no sense - were adding up. Wearing Sam down. *Maybe this is why the angel never let me stay. Maybe you just go crazy. Maybe the universe knows I'm supposed to be dead and it's trying to fix it. God, just...want to get out of here, want...*
Shivers, gave me actual shivers. Chilling and frightening and so good that I just wanna chant 'more more more'. *Ahem*
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The brother interaction was spot on as well. Per usual. I'd paste my favorite bits but that'd probably be the rest of the chapter. And I'm not saying this to add to the guilt or anything (which you shouldn't feel, sometimes it takes awhile, that's just fine) but my god, I've missed your writing.
Out of curiousity are you ever going to branch out into original works? Because I'd love to see what you could do if you have complete control over something. :)
Anyway it was amazing and just- yeah. Wow.
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*haz guilt*
:)
I'm actually writing a couple original things right now, i'm just not spending as much time on them as i should. I hope to publish, i just need to *do eeeeeet*!!
*smooch*
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And yeah, Sam's used to not connecting and everything is really sort of adding up and getting to him and i'm glad about how that came through, all jittery and unsettled. Yay!
*Better* than Ms. Lee? Oh, you flatter me!
*does happy happy joy joy fangrrl dance*
Thank you thank you so very much! Your fb is just awesome.
:)
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