I started writing this fic on the 18th of August. That is exactly 115 days ago. I don't think that I've ever struggled this hard with a fic before. It's kind of ridiculous. So, about two weeks ago, I decided I was going to finish it before the year ended... and here we are. Though, I don't know, I'm not very happy with it. It's really not my best
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David remembers running barefoot through his back garden with his brothers, the sun behind them, fresh soil between their toes. Remembers late nights, hiding under the bedcovers, whispering stories to each other, lying close so nobody else could hear. (Memories faded like old letters, worn thin and smudged beyond legibility.)
THIS.
IS.
SO.
LOVELY.
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(lol, and it's lines like this that make me want to write cookcest~ laura, you enabler, you~)
and the idea of treating memories like photographs, to pull out on a rainy, cold winter day - just, oh my gosh. laura.
Michael’s laugh sounds empty and hollowed out, jagged around edges that should be smooth. and And so the greys and reds of the war dig a little deeper into their veins.) - those hurt me in ways i can't even come close to describing. i -- idek, but it' ( ... )
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HOW ARE YOU THE WAY THAT YOU ARE? HOW?
STEPH.
STEPH.
I LOVE YOU OKAY?
(i don't think you have any idea how much good feedback from you means to me. because, seriously, hkdsjhvdf your writing is sort of like my drug. as soon as i get ink in my printer, i am printing out your poems and stuff and putting them in a folder so i can take them to university with me next year in hardcopy and i am going to keep them with my poetry anthologies of like, t.s. elliot and richard siken. THAT IS HOW MUCH I LOVE YOUR WRITING, PRETTY MUCH.)
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This is incredible, first of all because, okay, I have this whole thing about the poetry written about the world wars ("the thousands of marriages lasting a little while longer", etc) and your story has this whole same unflinching feel, the utter poetry of how you've put the words together is gorgeous.
And your characterization, especially of Cook -- heart-torn by a war, oh god it's left me in awe (and babbling madly hoping I could find the right words to express). There's so much loss in him, and it's perfectly drawn and the way he contrasts the war to Archie and denies himself of happiness because of his jagged places -- oh, that made the ending all the more powerful.
A gunshot goes off in the field behind them. (Neither of them even flinches, they just let the sound roll over them. And so the greys and reds of the war dig a little deeper into their veins.)This was the point where I had to press my hand to my mouth; it's just *flails madly* so evocative, and so heartbreaking ( ... )
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UM. WHAT?
HI, SO, DID YOU KNOW THAT YOU'RE ONE OF MY FAVOURITE COOKLETA WRITERS? AND DID YOU KNOW THAT YOUR TALENT LEAVES ME IN AWE? AND DID YOU KNOW YOUR COMMENT MADE ME FLAIL LIKE A LOON? Because all of those things are one hundred percent true, okay? I apologize for being a dork right now, but, seriously. I HAVE GIANT HEARTS IN MY EYES FOR YOUR WRITING.
I just-- aaaaah, thank you so much.
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THAT IS WHAT I WAS GOING FOR. I'm so, so glad that I got it across because that's one of the things I was really worried about when I posted it. Thank you so much.
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