Fic - Finally finished one! (I think)
Title: The Art of Living (or How to Run through Empty Space without a Plan
Genre: Gen (I think), and maybe a bit of Angst
Rating: T+
Word Count: 1563
Summary: Some differences are so small as to be invisible...
A/N This is somewhat different, in terms of style, theme, and characters being dealt with, from what I've tried before. In many ways, it' ( Read more... )
Genre: Gen (I think), and maybe a bit of Angst
Rating: T+
Word Count: 1563
Summary: Some differences are so small as to be invisible...
A/N This is somewhat different, in terms of style, theme, and characters being dealt with, from what I've tried before. In many ways, it' ( Read more... )
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A dying woman became President and began counting the living, a young boy learned that he loved a young girl, an old man became older, a sleeping cylon made love to an unknown cylon, a blond pilot gave a good fight, a young man still stuck in the uncertainties of boyhood began to learn the ways adulthood and responsibility can slap a person in the face, an atheistic priest began to plot, a scientist buried his guilt, a priestess wanted to die before she learned that she actually wanted to live, and a lawyer mourned, grasping a cat that he had never liked.
This is just lovely :)
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without even the luxury of a rising and setting sun to mark the passage of time
shaking like a newborn colt beginning its life.
The cylons live like a divine baker’s dozen ...“You drop an egg, you reach for another.”
The hub is gone, and he has no belief to save him from the emptiness.
“Brother, you’re not even living.”
What a lovely set of works.
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