I don't know why I read the disturbing, discomforting fic. Apocalypse, where everything is despairing, and that should have clued me in, the tone, but it didn't - I didn't realise til the end that it was.
It gets claustrophobic. Like being submerged in dirty water, everything brown or murky green, running out of oxygen (I think with more uncomfortable fic I start holding my breath a little as I read, tensing up my diaphragm without thinking), as it all seems wrong.
I hadn't realised, why they were alone, why the outside birth (werewolves? Oh dear. Says something that that's where I'd jump), why the goats milk (I got a little panicky - it's baby! Go to a hospital! Get baby formula!). Just thought it was maybe a creepy AU, 'Benders' type Winchesters. Still kinda felt like that, even once I realised it was, post-apocalyse or something. That isolation had replaced normality, in that way it only could if whatever 'happened' had happened a long time ago. When Sam & Dean were kids, and now they'd just grown up with it, each
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I didn't really say I liked it, did I? Not really proper feedback in a way.
It's not the sort of thing I can actually like though, so I figure it's a better compliment to say it tensed my chest up, the back of my throat, gave me an uncomfortable feeling in my stomach, and left me feeling like I was drowning. That's a compliment, right?
Who the hell knows! It's just some moody bullshit. Seriously, I'm not a writer. I'm just playing around with atmosphere and dialogue and whatever else. I'm sorry you got here from wherever you did, and were expecting something real! That must have been kind of... uncomfortable for you.
But "freaked out" was pretty much what I was thinking when I "wrote" it, so... it's interesting to know that came through.
There's a big difference between raw "talent," and having the ability to craft a well-told story, but... I get your meaning. :) Thank you for saying so; that's very kind.
Oh, angstslashhope! She's such a sweetheart. Another one whose stories you should be reading, instead of mine. ;)
Ok, so I lurk. All the time. I've been lurking around this journal for the last little bit and I've finally mustered up the balls to leave a comment.
I find it hard to leave feedback, especially when the writing is this good. Because it often seems so futile to try and use words to try to explain how much you enjoy the words of others. Half of the time, I just feel like I'm trying to be a cheap imitation.
Your writing is absolutely incredible. The language in this piece fits with the post-apocalyptic theme and compliments it so well. So visceral and yet ethereal at the same time. It's uncomfortable in spots, but it's meant to be. The good fiction is the stuff that can make us love it and hate it at the same time. It's strange how even the uncomfortable stuff is beautiful in its own way.
You should be so proud of this because it is an exceptional piece of writing.
Thank you so much for your kind comment. It was incredibly touching, and it made me feel good all day.
I'm so glad you enjoyed reading the story; or, at least, that you felt you gained something worthwhile by reading it. Being able to give something to others, to share in the fannish experience and delight fellow fans (however small my contribution) is what I enjoy most about writing.
I know that fear of leaving feedback inadequate to one's reading experience -- I feel it all the time, and hardly ever leave anything more than a quick thank you, even if the piece in question has affected me deeply. Know that I do very much appreciate the time and the thought that went into your comment, even though I can't properly express it.
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there are certain lines that just--"but he seizes up and shoots in her hand before she can say yes or no."
get me.
really stunning work. leaves me a little undone and uncomfortable.
wow.
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I don't know why I read the disturbing, discomforting fic. Apocalypse, where everything is despairing, and that should have clued me in, the tone, but it didn't - I didn't realise til the end that it was.
It gets claustrophobic. Like being submerged in dirty water, everything brown or murky green, running out of oxygen (I think with more uncomfortable fic I start holding my breath a little as I read, tensing up my diaphragm without thinking), as it all seems wrong.
I hadn't realised, why they were alone, why the outside birth (werewolves? Oh dear. Says something that that's where I'd jump), why the goats milk (I got a little panicky - it's baby! Go to a hospital! Get baby formula!). Just thought it was maybe a creepy AU, 'Benders' type Winchesters. Still kinda felt like that, even once I realised it was, post-apocalyse or something. That isolation had replaced normality, in that way it only could if whatever 'happened' had happened a long time ago. When Sam & Dean were kids, and now they'd just grown up with it, each ( ... )
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I didn't really say I liked it, did I?
Not really proper feedback in a way.
It's not the sort of thing I can actually like though, so I figure it's a better compliment to say it tensed my chest up, the back of my throat, gave me an uncomfortable feeling in my stomach, and left me feeling like I was drowning. That's a compliment, right?
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But "freaked out" was pretty much what I was thinking when I "wrote" it, so... it's interesting to know that came through.
Have you read traveller? Or onelittlesleep? gekizetsu? Much, much better uses of your time. :)
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Oh, angstslashhope! She's such a sweetheart. Another one whose stories you should be reading, instead of mine. ;)
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I find it hard to leave feedback, especially when the writing is this good. Because it often seems so futile to try and use words to try to explain how much you enjoy the words of others. Half of the time, I just feel like I'm trying to be a cheap imitation.
Your writing is absolutely incredible. The language in this piece fits with the post-apocalyptic theme and compliments it so well. So visceral and yet ethereal at the same time. It's uncomfortable in spots, but it's meant to be. The good fiction is the stuff that can make us love it and hate it at the same time. It's strange how even the uncomfortable stuff is beautiful in its own way.
You should be so proud of this because it is an exceptional piece of writing.
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I'm so glad you enjoyed reading the story; or, at least, that you felt you gained something worthwhile by reading it. Being able to give something to others, to share in the fannish experience and delight fellow fans (however small my contribution) is what I enjoy most about writing.
I know that fear of leaving feedback inadequate to one's reading experience -- I feel it all the time, and hardly ever leave anything more than a quick thank you, even if the piece in question has affected me deeply. Know that I do very much appreciate the time and the thought that went into your comment, even though I can't properly express it.
:)
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