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To anyone that stumbles across my page: sorry if I don't reply to your comments, or I don't reply to your reply to my comment ds;gijsdoifg I am just very bad at replying.
My account on ffnet is Twilight Hours. All my fic so far is posted on there! And, concerning my fic - if it has a one-word title, it's a one-shot. If it says complete, it's ( Read more... ) -
~fic: misinformation
Dean's been staring at Sam for what feels like hours. He's been away from him plenty of times since they got to Bobby's, sure, but it's like he's only seeing Sam, watching him. He knows he's waiting for something, but it's forced out of his mind, it's not like he's intentionally denying anything, it just slips away like it has somewhere else to be ( Read more... ) -
Fret
"You can't have him."
Sam hears from someplace far beyond the room he's shut in.
"Morael, please listen-"
"I'm here to fix him. I'm making him better."
"Listen, you son of a bitch, if you don't hand him over right now-"
"What do you care?" Snarling. "He's no longer your charge, Winchester."
Sam hears this, all of this, sitting ( Read more... ) -
~a little rant before I go on writing
I've never written a story's ending before writing the rest of it. Frankly, it's one of the more frustrating happenings I've experienced, because instead of getting that satisfaction from finishing it there's only exhaustion and a sense of lacking. Now I've gotta go back and add things, like some major scenes that'll probably be another thousand ( Read more... ) -
WIP
Sam wakes up on a musty, dusty couch of ratty polyester suede with holes and rips and dead moths falling off when he turns and sits upright. He's got a foul and sour taste on his tongue and the room is foggy and hot with light pouring in through broken windows; it reminds him of the time they had wound up in Tombstone, of all places, rounding up a ( Read more... ) -
~6x20
Can I just say, that episode had a lot of yellow in it.
/missing the point