Sorry for the really late comment reply. My email notifications must have been down, since I only saw this comment when I came here to reply to some more recent ones. Anyway... Thanks! This story just came to me in a flash, took over my mind while I wrote it (or, rather, let the words flow out, without me having much conscious control over them), then left me feeling a little dazed. Glad you liked reading it! :-)
I really love the way that you built the un-reality, layering it on until it felt totally fake when John was rescued. And thanks for sort of getting him over it at the end!
Thanks! He does, of course, get over it completely in the end (in as much as anyone can ever get over anything, because everything has the potential to change a person), but the story didn't want to go as far as complete "happy ever after" resolution. As so often, I went for hope, not closure. It's a (bad?) habit of mine.
You know, I hadn't actually realised that I'd written a horror story here, until several people commented on how creepy and scary it was. If asked, I'd have said that I "don't write horror" (or, probably, that I "can't write horror.") Of course, now that I look back on it, I realise that the readers are right and I'm wrong, and it is a horror story. I just didn't this at the time. :-)
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-Pansy Chubb (aka LilRicki)
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Then I realize that it's not that I don't like horror, it's that I only like good horror with hopeful endings, such as this.
(Which is good, I mean.)
And of course Sheppard will never let go. No matter how often it kills him. Even if he loses his mind in the doing.
(Actually, I think I might come along and hold his jacket while he kicks down the gates; haven't seen anyone break open hell lately.)
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