Holy veggie burgers.
My niece is behind me singing, "marshmallow, marshmallow, chocolate bar!" and dancing around with a stuffed cow. She's 5, just learning how to read. She comes up to me and goes, "Emmy, what do those letters spell?'
"They loved, and they lost."
"Oh... When I'm bigger can you read it to me?"
"Sure baby."
"Yea!!!!"
Your writing is loved by teenagers and five year olds all around America. Be proud! lol.
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i liked that.
Author's Response: T h a n ks?
I don't often read slash. But I stumbled along this story and I have to say, it's amazing.
The writing is so beautiful. It's just lyrical. The descriptions are wonderful -- you really capture the moments of life. You can feel their relationship spiraling downward as the seasons change.
I love the way you end it. I was able to really get the feel of the period of the Dark Lord -- the fear and the insecurities, the wondering. I also like the way you tied in Harry's growing up (and birth) to Sirius and Remus' relationship.
It is simply splendid.
Author's Response:
I hesitate to say 'go read more slash' if that's something you aren't comfortable with, but I will say that there are certainly slashy stories which are written gen enough to be understand as a really deep, true friendship. You should try to hunt some of those down, if you can
My writing is lyrical? *loves all over you* But I don't see it as the 'relationship' so much as...the trust, maybe? They still want to be that close to each other. Still want to have that trust, even. That's what's so heartrending to me
Thank you so much
That is gorgeous... It's a cross between a story and a poem, but as either or as both, it is beautiful.
Author's Response: Thank you.
My very favorite line:
cups of coffee that eighter ought to be illegal for the spells performed on the unlucky contents or given the same rights as some of the creatures that live in Hogwarts lake.
A piercing descriptoin of a year as it could have been.
PP
Author's Response:
Ah. Yes. One of the better ones that came out of needing it to hit the 800 word mark. Necessity is the mother of all invention and all that, right?
I did try. Thank you, love