 souseiki 2007-12-18 . chapter 1JESUS.H.CHRIST- *clutches her ribcage together with a fist*
That, my dear, now THAT, is good. *stabs finger at screen* That was- was- oh! I don't even know how to express myself; me who's written 130 thousand odd words for an egyptian epic, I cannot find ONE single one that equals the feeling that this awesome ficlet leaves behind. It's like... ahh, I can actually hear the chainsaw revving right beside my ear. *EEK!*
First things first! I just got back from a piano audition, so I was already trembling all over like a noodle, and it's sort of strange that this ficlet made me become stone-still :) Shouldn't be the other way round...? (maybe it's my brain that needs turning around *tch*) Anyways, I have just about five minutes to write this, and I know I'm going to feel super-ultra-guilty because I absolutely wanted to pay you back for that- that- UNGODLY magnificent FANTABULOUS heart-wrenching review you gave me... AH! You won't believe how much I love you right now. *HUG* Let me tell you- today, my friend, was a SHITTY day, to use Rick-language (since I don't really do the poor guy much justice or pay him much attention in my fic ^^ I know he hasn't done anything to me- except maybe wear those butt-skin-tight breeches that have always somehow offended the women in my household *grins murderously* But, he's so darn fun to play around with! I love poking around with his mental state...don't you?) And, when I came home from this absolutely ridiculously SHITTY day, I sat down at my computer to decompress and maybe kill off one or two characters on Word and... ah. I don't think even YOU would believe the change that overcame me when I read your wonderful review through-and-through. Nothing- NOTHING I can ever give you will ever fully pay you back for that review... eh, let me give you another hug. :)
Anya's Verterbraes: *in unison* AHmakeitstop! *crackcracklepop*
Which is why I'm going to save the review-reply AND, of course, the review for your chapter 9 that I absolutely NEED to check, seeing as you keep making references to it and you really made me want to read it even more...
Anyhoo! That story's for tomorrow. I chose this wonderful homosexual-slaughter ficlet as my bedtime story :) Whoo! I think I'm gonna go to bed and sleep about one ninth of the night away... and the rest will be spent counting the seconds till you decide to make a film out of these things. (wait- isn't there a film that sort of ressembles your Thou Shalt trilogy? Isn't it called SAW...? *wolfish smile*)
Mind-numbing, my dear, simply mind-numbing. And I don't care if you think that beautiful writing comes with lots of flowery descriptions and metaphors and all that hocus pokus- with just a few lines, and a few well-picked repetitions, you had me wobbling like a lump o' jelly with eyes on the edge of my seat. Ah! My gosh, and the searing wrongness of it all adds this sort of "it's horrid but I love it anyway" side to it... and I love that kind of thing! Reading something that's so wrong, but so skillfully written and engaging- you have skill, Anya, really- you know exactly when to skip a line, where to place a repetition, how to weave together an explicit scene that turns into something a bit... eh, gory? And, EEH! The murderess has a french name.. *her eyes brighten* That little femmeslash moment had me smiling at the complete, delicious WRONGNESS, as I said before. But I think we both deserve a Master certificate in anything that can be categorized under 'wrong'. Hm? Oh, alright, maybe you more than me. :)
Lovely little ficlet, my dear- I think that if I were to compare this to anything, I think it would be... a small Lindt chocolate, with a bloody center. Gorgeous at first as you pop it in your mouth, letting the chocolate steadily melt, and ending in a shock of taste as the blood spills over your tongue. That's practically exactly how this ficlet tasted, to me. :) Eh... actually, that sounds a little queer... but you know what I mean. Right?
*eyes Anya expectantly*
Anya: *shakes out of her transfixed pose* Eh... right.
Ah, don't mind me- christmas is coming soon and I can't help comparing everything I see with food... *grabs uselessly at wobbly belly* Why, turkey, potatoes, lasagna, cake, gravy, parsnip!? What have I EVER done to you?! *weeps*
Okay, I'll be sending you a fuller review-reply and the rest tomorrow, so sleep tight, have good dreams- and don't forget that the holidays are coming soon! :D *leaps around*
Oh! I've just thought of something... it's a little weird to say this but, in Australia- you don't have snow for christmas do you? *shock!* Ah, but in Australia, you probably don't eat snails for christmas either, like us traditionally french families do. *smiles widely*
*ignores your horrified stare*
Alright, I'll get going now, I've got homework to finish up so my holidays will be sparkly clean of anything that screams SCHOOL- take care! Thanks again, so so so so so so much, for your review! I owe you something big. *ruffles your hair*
Peace-
Ah, no, no peace! *shudders* Did you mean to put "peace by piece", at the end, by the way? I'm still trying to figure out exactly what you meant by it. *ponders*
Soppy, soapy, bucketfuls of love,
-lilou
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