Because I wish someone would comfort me
anonymous
March 27 2011, 03:32:45 UTC
I know people dislike pity-prompts....but I almost feel like I have to explain why I want such a benign story on such a great kinky site. I've just learned that I have ALS. Also known as Lou Gehrig Disease. I'm getting 'things ready' but the fact that I've no family and my 'friends' have run for the hills...thats not...easy
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I've read up on ALS, and I want to kick your fair weather friends in the face for leaving you to face that alone.
But, you know, the funny thing about strangers is, if you talk to them, share with them, spend time with them, they soon cease to be such.
I don't know if this little story will help at all, but here it is. Perhaps the first of many from your new, crazy friends here. ---------
"Miracle Survivor of Coal Barge Explosion!" the newspaper proclaimed hyperbolically. Holmes set it aside with a disgusted sigh.
The only miracle is that they found the story worthy of print. From the details he'd bothered to read, even the word explosion was a gross exaggeration of the affair. With another sigh, he leaned his head back against the tree that was serving as his backrest and gazed up through the intertwining branches above. Brown, green, gold, and hints of blue played before his eyes as a breeze blew through the garden where he'd taken refuge. Spies, the lot of them, Holmes thought of the servants in the house. As this was his
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Re: Fill: Miraclerat_chanMarch 28 2011, 14:05:24 UTC
Never hear Watson's voice again... The thought lanced straight into Holmes' heart, paining his chest. A rush of memory assaulted him, ripping through his brain like a flash flood. Watson, chiding him for his ignorance, for his rudeness, for the careless risks he took... Complimenting him on his violin and requesting a favorite piece... Watson snapping back at him in irritation at his teasing mockery... Laughing with him over one silliness or another on the part of the Yarders... Telling Holmes, with the tears of joy in his voice that he stubbornly refused to shed from his eyes, how glad he was that Holmes was still alive.
Still alive. The words knotted in Holmes' throat, shivered in the lip that slipped between his teeth of it's own accord, and leaked out his eyes in stinging drops of saline. Whatever else they were, both he and Watson were still alive
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Honestly, (until you did in fact reply and it became a non-issue) you were the only OP I 100% forgave for not responding. I didn't suppose meme-surfing was high on your list of priorities. I was just hoping you were at least as well as could be expected, if not better.
I'm glad this small work of mine could offer you some comfort and I'm hoping the world is a warmer place for you right now.
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And us. You'll never be rid of us. No matter what brand of special shampoo you use.
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I just wanted to let you know that you're not alone.
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******hugs******
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Good luck, Anon, I hope you make cooler friends ASAP. And that the old ones realize their mistake.
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But, you know, the funny thing about strangers is, if you talk to them, share with them, spend time with them, they soon cease to be such.
I don't know if this little story will help at all, but here it is. Perhaps the first of many from your new, crazy friends here.
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"Miracle Survivor of Coal Barge Explosion!" the newspaper proclaimed hyperbolically. Holmes set it aside with a disgusted sigh.
The only miracle is that they found the story worthy of print. From the details he'd bothered to read, even the word explosion was a gross exaggeration of the affair. With another sigh, he leaned his head back against the tree that was serving as his backrest and gazed up through the intertwining branches above. Brown, green, gold, and hints of blue played before his eyes as a breeze blew through the garden where he'd taken refuge. Spies, the lot of them, Holmes thought of the servants in the house. As this was his ( ... )
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Still alive. The words knotted in Holmes' throat, shivered in the lip that slipped between his teeth of it's own accord, and leaked out his eyes in stinging drops of saline. Whatever else they were, both he and Watson were still alive ( ... )
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I hope that helps you Anon. We're sending you good wishes.
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I honestly don't know how to thank you properly for this. Frankly, saying "it is everything I hoped for" seems rather shallow.
The fears of watson reflect my own. The fear of being useless and unloved.
I cried at this. And then I smiled. And then I cried again.
Thank you for giving me the gift of words...and for giving disability such as that honor.
If I go about setting up an account, I feel that I should shout this fic from roof-tops. As it is, know my thanks are forever.
Anon--also known as Maggie (and I will visit this meme more often)
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I'm glad this small work of mine could offer you some comfort and I'm hoping the world is a warmer place for you right now.
You are very welcome.
Rat-chan, also known as Hillary
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I just stumbled on this prompt late, but I have a story that I wrote recently that fits the prompt pretty much exactly.
http://goldvermilion87.livejournal.com/71289.html
I hope very much that your friends come back to help you.
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