Ah, I choose not to view today as one in which we celebrate massacre and meaningless death (even if that much is true). It's a day to remember and pay our respect to the souls that were taken too early, to the one's who were robbed of their lives and to the ones who freely gave it.
I pay respect to my two great uncles who were taken as prisoners of war by the Japanese and brutally tortured. To my great uncle who died on a medical ship that was bombed, to my Grandad, whose the only one who survived the goddamn thing.
Being left behind was worse, he said. Coming home to find his three brothers dead, that was worse than death.
And thank you again! Lovely commentor-like-person. ^^ The pretty red box shall look stunning on top of my chest of drawers.
God....this story always leaves me so fucking speechless. This...this chaoter right here, was amazing and heart wrenching and I literally had my hand over my heart, my forhead crinkled in concern/disbelief/joy/etc. the entire time.
This is one of the best fan fics I've ever read, and I've been reading fan fiction for 8 years now.
...waiting for the next chapter is going to be so hard.
Eight years is a long time, m'dear. I find it hard to believe that this is one of the best you've read. ^^
(But thank you none the less).
I haven't even started the next chapter. *tugs collar*. I'll try to make the wait not so long, but I can't make any promises. School is eating my flesh at the moment.
It's okay...I totally understand. Finals are driving me crazy and I barely have time for anything that doesn't have to do with school.
I love writing with powerful and detailed language, and that is defintely your strength, being able to portray so many emotions the way you do, so I think that has a lot do with why I love this fic so much. I don't usually love AU's, so I know this fic is something special and different. GAH i just love it so much...
I was amazed that this chapter was alright in the end, because I was doing it at the same time as I was doing a maths assignment and writing a report on the ethics (or lack there of) in advertising. *sigh*
The only reason I started writing in the first place was because I wasn't seeing an awful lot of what I wanted to read. There are some writers who are just awesome, and who I love so, so much, but few update often (or release new novels) so I sorta ended up just picking up a pen one day and just writingwritingwriting. It still sorta freaks me out that people like it all that much.
Praise like this, it just, it blows my mind. I usually end up feeling like an idiot, coz all I reply with is 'thank you' but often that's all I can think to say. So yes. Thank you!
Why are your stories so real? Why do you always have to pull out the lines that kill me? My best friend, he was a heroin addict, drowned himself. He was only 17. This is hitting nerves, some particularly sensitive ones at that, and I suppose that it was meant to.
You amaze me. Sometimes I wish I had a Loretta. Oh, what I wouldn't give.
Suicide is a very real thing, and it hits too close to home for a lot of people. (Me too, I'll admit).
I'm so sorry about your best friend. It is awful, and it hurts so fucking much, but the fact that you're still here and still soldiering on is a big deal, despite what people say. It's hard to keep functioning.
Loretta, she's a combination of too many people in my life, and for that I'm grateful. I have too many Loretta's. You can share some of them. ^^
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This story is unbelivably amazing.
You write the characters and everything about the story so well.
Great job!
<3
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I will never, ever get sick of this.
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(Thankyouthankyouthankyou)
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You know, as weird as it sounds, you've become one of my idols, as far as writing is concerned anyhow (I don't know you at all :P).
Have some love.
*hands love in a pretty red box with a silk ribbon*
Odd, that you chose to submit this chapter today, the day in which we celebrate massacre and meaningless death. Odd indeed.
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I pay respect to my two great uncles who were taken as prisoners of war by the Japanese and brutally tortured. To my great uncle who died on a medical ship that was bombed, to my Grandad, whose the only one who survived the goddamn thing.
Being left behind was worse, he said. Coming home to find his three brothers dead, that was worse than death.
And thank you again! Lovely commentor-like-person. ^^ The pretty red box shall look stunning on top of my chest of drawers.
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This is one of the best fan fics I've ever read, and I've been reading fan fiction for 8 years now.
...waiting for the next chapter is going to be so hard.
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(But thank you none the less).
I haven't even started the next chapter. *tugs collar*. I'll try to make the wait not so long, but I can't make any promises. School is eating my flesh at the moment.
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I love writing with powerful and detailed language, and that is defintely your strength, being able to portray so many emotions the way you do, so I think that has a lot do with why I love this fic so much. I don't usually love AU's, so I know this fic is something special and different. GAH i just love it so much...
hopefully that's not too much praise lol!
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The only reason I started writing in the first place was because I wasn't seeing an awful lot of what I wanted to read. There are some writers who are just awesome, and who I love so, so much, but few update often (or release new novels) so I sorta ended up just picking up a pen one day and just writingwritingwriting. It still sorta freaks me out that people like it all that much.
Praise like this, it just, it blows my mind. I usually end up feeling like an idiot, coz all I reply with is 'thank you' but often that's all I can think to say. So yes. Thank you!
(Good luck with finals, by the way!)
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This chapter ... I'm really close to sheding tears right now..
Why are you so amazing at this? >__< Too fucking good for my lame comments, so I'll be quiet now.
Fucking gawd! .__. <3333333333
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My best friend, he was a heroin addict, drowned himself. He was only 17.
This is hitting nerves, some particularly sensitive ones at that, and I suppose that it was meant to.
You amaze me.
Sometimes I wish I had a Loretta. Oh, what I wouldn't give.
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I'm so sorry about your best friend. It is awful, and it hurts so fucking much, but the fact that you're still here and still soldiering on is a big deal, despite what people say. It's hard to keep functioning.
Loretta, she's a combination of too many people in my life, and for that I'm grateful. I have too many Loretta's. You can share some of them. ^^
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