Title: Awake, just

( Hospital floors are linoleum. )

Title: Please

I know Death.

I know the feel, the taste, the smell.

I fought in the Great War. I trekked through France whilst everyone I knew, the boys I had grown up with, were killed. Hope and pride became regret and desperation as the feel of Death seeped right down to our bones.

After I met Herrick, I grew to love it. I brought it with me, ( Read more... )

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This doesn't entierly fit in with the plot of The Human Chronicals, but it shows where the ideas came from and acts as a sort of prologue. Also, its the only time in this fic that I write in George's POV. There is a more detailed A/N here, explaining the inspirations for this. (Which, y'know, you're just dying to read.)

Title: It Makes Sense

It makes ( Read more... )

I and ( Read more... )