The comm hosted this little event a couple of years ago, and as November 2 is an auspicious day for our darling Sam, today would be the perfect time to revisit this challenge. Welcome to the Triple Play 2015!
FILLED:We Shall Gather at the Rivercrowroad3November 3 2015, 01:02:03 UTC
We Shall Gather at the River
Gut-red. Highish noon.
The Mittens, sprung bloody from a thousand screensavers, might be, if they were in sight, burning palms onto his retinas, and the red, the red, the flare of John Ford's own personal backlot, where John Wayne kicked a saddle and drawled break out the grain and chased the Navajo stand-ins for all his Comanche...
Suck in a breath, son; it might be yer last; there's a good little cowboy. Staked him to spikes and left him, no shit, to dessicate with the brittlebush, the coyote. Ghoul-gunslinger, might have been. Got the girl to safety and chased him, silver-swinging, into the sage-scented scrub. Got turned round in the canyon, jumped. A howl out there. Everything gone to ground now. Streaks of wrist-red onto the old earth. Highish noon.
Pray a little, to the valley of the gods. Dean's gonna laugh at it; no hoof-thunder; no fool-cavalry to fuck it all up.
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Not like this, Sam shouts to the sun, get back here, you bastard.
There's such a thing, John Wayne muses back, as a creature
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Re: FILLED:We Shall Gather at the RiveramberdreamsNovember 3 2015, 08:42:04 UTC
Eeeee this is perfect! Love how out of it Sam is that the John he conjures up is Wayne not Winchester. And I love how you word-weave like an Anglo Saxon.
RE: FILLED:We Shall Gather at the RiverlaughablelamentNovember 4 2015, 19:12:48 UTC
Holy crap.
We're all so conditioned, I think, to associate Dean with the movie references, that we kind of forget that Sam's seen them too. And here, hallucinating(?), telling himself to hang on... John Wayne is perfect. Unexpected and so on point.
Gut red, mesquite, seven fingers... Sigh... But then, you know how I associate Winchesters with desertscapes. :D
RE: FILLED:We Shall Gather at the Rivercrowroad3November 6 2015, 07:22:17 UTC
I know, these boys and the deserts...there's something about it, a kind of stony psychogeography.
And oh yeah--Dean always gets the tough-guy films, but you know they both have to have seen The Searchers, right? Every post-1956 hunter must have, heh.
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3. Staked out in the burning sun
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Gut-red. Highish noon.
The Mittens, sprung bloody from a thousand screensavers, might be, if they were in sight, burning palms onto his retinas, and the red, the red, the flare of John Ford's own personal backlot, where John Wayne kicked a saddle and drawled break out the grain and chased the Navajo stand-ins for all his Comanche...
Suck in a breath, son; it might be yer last; there's a good little cowboy. Staked him to spikes and left him, no shit, to dessicate with the brittlebush, the coyote. Ghoul-gunslinger, might have been. Got the girl to safety and chased him, silver-swinging, into the sage-scented scrub. Got turned round in the canyon, jumped. A howl out there. Everything gone to ground now. Streaks of wrist-red onto the old earth. Highish noon.
Pray a little, to the valley of the gods. Dean's gonna laugh at it; no hoof-thunder; no fool-cavalry to fuck it all up.
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Not like this, Sam shouts to the sun, get back here, you bastard.
There's such a thing, John Wayne muses back, as a creature ( ... )
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So glad you like this--such a great prompt. I kind of have a thing for that slice of the country.
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This was amazing! Such deliciously painful poetry.
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So glad you enjoyed!
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We're all so conditioned, I think, to associate Dean with the movie references, that we kind of forget that Sam's seen them too. And here, hallucinating(?), telling himself to hang on... John Wayne is perfect. Unexpected and so on point.
Gut red, mesquite, seven fingers... Sigh... But then, you know how I associate Winchesters with desertscapes. :D
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And oh yeah--Dean always gets the tough-guy films, but you know they both have to have seen The Searchers, right?
Every post-1956 hunter must have, heh.
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