Stasis - Michael

[aspensnow]

Title: Stasis
Author: Aspen Snow
Character: Michael
Rating: PG-13
Summary: In the past and the present, Michael watches two people die.

Comments

[thelana]

*hugs poor Michael*

The next time she answered the phone she didn't cry and when she hung up she went into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

He doesn't hear her cry anymore.

So sad :(

He watches them strap him in, wonders if he is counting down.

Wonders how he is filling up the last minutes of his life.

Really loving the mental image of this one.

Also special love for "No, people don't live her." and the idea of Michael's body expecting to go through to the same shock as his brother.

[aspensnow]

Thanks!

And you know...I really think that you are the first person to comment on most all of my stories, which is you know, awesome.

And yeah, I decided that I wanted to spend a little time in Michael's head...look what I did to him.

[thelana]

which is you know, awesome.

You sure you don't mean stalkerish ;D

But err, I try :D

It helps that I have you on my friendslist, which means that I get to comment before you post your story to the ficlists :)

And yeah, I decided that I wanted to spend a little time in Michael's head...look what I did to him.

Grin, I'm just amazed that you can write so much sad stuff without getting sad yourself. But alas, it's beautiful!

Also? I got myself Il Divo because of your glowing recommendation and wow, I love it!

[aspensnow]

ohhhh YES!!!!!!

You're listening to Il Divo! Woooo!

Ok, yeah, I'm totally in love with them I admit. Don't they have the most amazing voices??

Annnnnnnnnnnd....just found out this morning, they are coming back to tour in the United States in JUNE!!!!!

*is so excited can barely type*

You should go to their website and see if they are playing anywhere near you. They are so worth the price of admission.

[einmark2]

You know, I really do have to watch this show sometime, because I have a feeling most of the stuff you post here won't make enough sense to me on a storytelling level until I do.
...but then, we've tread that ground ad nauseum, haven't we? *laughs*

"On opposite sides of the glass they both sit in chairs- restrained and powerless.
The parallel scares him."
This whole bit floored me, though. I love the metaphor. I love it a LOT.

You n' I need to start exchanging stuff more often again, 'cuz you're the best undergrad writer I know, and I could use some non-crappy reading right now. >>

[aspensnow]

YES!

You need to start watching the show...you totally missed the marathon yesterday...but the new episode is on tonight on Fox at 8!

Go watch...they spend a little bit recapping, it will at least catch up on the basics so you can understand what the heck is going on.

And I'm glad you liked this even though you don't really get it. =)

And yes, we need to start exchanging stuff more often...but I haven't been writing as often as I have in the past so I have had less substantial stuff to send you.

[einmark2]

Okay, so far, all I know is that I don't want Lincoln to die because he's apparently innocent of his crime. The next step for me is figurin' out what he did....

[pamalax]

ohhhhh So NICE!!! Love it! Beautiful work.

Can I have it for my reccomended reading page? Just the kind of thing I think the reader would love. I you haven't see it there is a link to the page on everything I write. And of course if you'd rather not I understand and thank you for your work and talent!!

[aspensnow]

Oh thanks so much!

And feel free to put this on your recommended reading page, I'd love it. Makes me happy to know that people like my work enough to want to share it with other people.

[halfshellvenus]

Dark and fabulous. And I love the basic theme here, the alternating between these two deaths of everyone important.

He could feel the hot air from the oven on his face; he smelled cookies in the air. They were on the floor now, twelve of them, he counted.
This, and her cold fingers a few sentences later, is a masterful exampe of "show, don't tell." Wish I could take lessons in this from you...

When he hears wood creaking his fingers violently jerk across the palm of his hand, drawing blood that pools in the creases of his skin.
He can see everything now.
This description, of Lincoln being led into the chamber, and what Michael visualizes-- against his will-- is so striking.

He didn't hear the nurses when they came in, he was saying the number out loud now, he could feel it trying to slip away.
Perfect. And so Michael, that feeling that knowledge can fix everything when sadly, it really can't.

Love this one.

[wentworth801]

He got all the way to 4,652 one day before it stopped.
Ouch...it's so sad.

You have a way with words. Thanks for this.