Monday Fiction by Brenna: Preventative Measures

Oct 06, 2008 11:13

When Viola got home from school, no one was there ( Read more... )

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tessagratton October 6 2008, 22:21:44 UTC
*makes note to tell Natalie not to read this one*

She'll have nightmares. Well done.

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brennayovanoff October 7 2008, 15:25:52 UTC
Ooh, I didn't realize she was susceptible to the horrors of zombification. But then, how could you not be?

Zombies are very scary, which is why I love them so.

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tessagratton October 7 2008, 15:27:51 UTC
I think they hit too close to home for her, on a number of levels. A little too realistic, that is.

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brennayovanoff October 7 2008, 15:32:26 UTC
Despite my unbridled fixation, I can sympathize purely on the basis of having watched The Serpent and the Rainbow at an inappropriately young age.

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sherwood21 October 7 2008, 04:59:13 UTC
SO AWESOME. *GLEE*

I just want to read it over and over and over again. *heehee*

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brennayovanoff October 7 2008, 15:27:24 UTC
Thank you--I'm glad you enjoyed it!

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lurker_lost October 7 2008, 09:12:29 UTC
Woah that's freaky.... =S

I like Viola. And I like the way the world is so like ours, it has the normal things we have, and then there are these completely OUT THERE differences. Love it. <3

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brennayovanoff October 7 2008, 15:36:14 UTC
Thanks! When I think about my favorite scary movies and books, they almost always have that atmosphere of mostly-normal. I just love it when the monsters are wandering around in the everyday world :D

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sylstars October 14 2008, 04:31:28 UTC
G-zus Effen Christ Brenna! I have GOT to stop reading your sh*t at bedtime.

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brennayovanoff October 14 2008, 15:30:56 UTC
Hahaha--sorry :D The funny thing about this is, there's no blood, no dismemberment and nothing really even happens onscreen. If I were to write a zombie novel, however, it would begin somewhere in the neighborhood of here.

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