follow the yellow brick road

[wellthatdepends]

The wicked witch is barely down and out for the count when Dorothy grabs the shiny Manolos from her feet and the Munchkins start singing for joy. It’s too easy; and Dorothy knows this. Just like she knows that her own army of flying monkeys isn’t part of the story.

She’s not entirely innocent; not when it was her house that crushed the wicked

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[shorttracked]

That was made of brilliance. I like how you took Wizard of Oz and worked the characters in so splendidly. Absolutely beautiful!

[dramatic_sigh]

Aw, thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it! :D

[goddesspharo]

And here I thought GG was insanely applicable to Red Riding Hood. This was positively brilliant!

Her coffee’s too hot and her heels too high and every morning she burns her tongue and breaks her neck as she takes her place at the top.
I love the idea that every morning she's dying on the way to the top, much like a tiny piece of the girl she used to be is dying every morning that she's trying to be the social queen.

[dramatic_sigh]

Oh yes. Your Red Riding Hood fic was a many inspiration in this. I'm so glad you enjoyed it!
much like a tiny piece of the girl she used to be is dying every morning that she's trying to be the social queen.
Exactly. It's like a transition, an internal struggle between old!Jenny and new!Jenny.
Thanks again!

[dramatic_sigh]

AW, thanks so much!
So glad you enjoyed it! :D

[chainedsiren]

Oh.

This is so amazing. I love all of the metaphors, and there's too much win to count.

I'm not sure exactly what to say. There are no words. (At least, I can't find any.)

[dramatic_sigh]

Dude, thanks a billion.
Your lack of words are the best comment of all, lol.
Thanks again!

[chainedsiren]

I found some words. With the help of yours. Expect abuse of italics.

Her coffee’s too hot and her heels too high and every morning she burns her tongue and breaks her neck as she takes her place at the top.

(It’s beautiful on the outside, hollow on the inside and the foundations are cracking under her feet.)

Beautiful prose with these lines. She's working so hard and sacrificing so much for the life she thinks is so much better, and every morning she barters away a little more of her goodness, her innocence away.

But the Wicked Witch isn’t all that wicked (she was like Dorothy once, a long, long time ago) and all she ever wanted was what was hers to begin with. The Wicked Witch allied herself with the good witch a long time ago - back when Glinda wasn’t that good.

I love the metaphors. Blair - a wicked witch who isn't truly wicked, just lost her innocence much too early and has learned how to fight back to stay alive. Serena - a good witch with a dark past.

The scarecrow has no brain. The farmer’s been controlling him from day

[poeticgrace]

wow.

*tries to find the words* just wow.

this is one of the best gossip girl fics i've read. the characters were spot on and the metaphors were amazing. this fic is made of win.

wow.

[dramatic_sigh]

Aw, thank you so much! I so thrilled you enjoyed it! :D