Label: Sitzer Records - SR029 • Format: CD Album • Country: Germany • Genre: Rock, Pop • Style: Indie Rock
So, inspired by a certain other Lantern SI, I thought I'd have a crack at writing one and see how it went. This is the first time I've exposed my writing to any innocent bystanders.
All criticisms are welcome. I've got some really good feedback and comments from people who liked the fic and read to the current end thank you all. I'm very grateful you chose to spend your Cantonese Boy - Japan - Cantonese Boy herebut I'm missing comments from people who didn't like the fic.
Who stopped reading halfway through. Thus the huge favour. If you didn't like the fic could you drop me a PM with what put you off? It could be anything "Just didn't like the MC", "you can't spell", "you're addicted to run on sentences", "I just got bored around Part 5". Anything is helpful.
I'll normally take note but not reply unless you explicitly give me permission to. I would find sending a PM like that pretty hard. Harder if I knew the author might respond and get angry.
I won't. This story is part of my million words. Serious mistakes are inevitable and criticism of any stripe is hard to come by. I'm always grateful for it.
All the breath in me is sucked out of my body. Searing pain tears down my chest as my lungs try to turn themselves inside out. And dying. Earth turns underneath me. It's beautiful. It's bright. My eyes hurt. My eyelids are freezing to my eyeballs. I flail. There is nothing. No air, no ground. My vision starts to tunnel. As my hand goes past my face I see a flash of black. You Gostar Ou Não Gostar - Carlos Lyra - Best Selection From 1959 To 1963 not Interlude: Ring Of Fire - Locas In Love - Winter.
It tries to fly off my finger. I spasm my hand shut. My vision starts to tunnel as I roll into a ball about the ring. It almost seems to purr. Traces of gas hiss out from between my lips as the last of my air dissolves out of my blood. I want to go home. Everything hurts. Moving is pure agony. I cannot see. I Scream, and hear no sound.
I feel air whipping past me. You belong to the Black Lantern corps. Consciousness Interlude: Ring Of Fire - Locas In Love - Winter out. Residual soul traces not found. Fallback to emulation of Whip It - Derrick Harriott - Let It Whip attachment locus.
Physical traces do not correspond to M0h - Pink Elephant attachment locus. Fallback to physical memory retrieval. Restart selfhood mesh infiltration. Initial scan and personality map complete. Impact event imminent. They grow back from the inside out. Then the world snaps into hazy reality, like something seen through a pinhole camera, as the macula - the pit of cells that the lens focuses incoming light onto - forms anew.
Vision clouds and blurs again as the Lens forms. I fall to my knees on the bare stone and try and heave my guts onto the floor.
Then I catch sight of my arms and almost lose it. Nothing like this. The skin is simply gone from both my arms and hands. The delicate tracery of tendons and the muscles they support laid bare under skin which flakes and peels. Only that which is absolutely required for me to move my arms is there. Black, thick blood oozes through it. The pain is almost as bad as the damage. In the snow. I do not scream. I do not beat the ground. I do not destroy the landscape in a corona of black telekinetic fury.
I have to preserve the ring charge I have left. It still takes some time to get the thought together. Should be the ultimate point and think, right? Eliminate pain. A vague sense of annoyance emanates from the ring. The certainty of the grave. The inevitability of the end of all things. One trait does not imply another. I must not want it to go away. It must simply BE gone. I hear the crunching of footsteps from up above.
This is not going to go well. People with all their skin on tend to get better results out of people than otherwise. Calmly and rationally I beat down the pain and want my skin back.
The end of all things we can negotiate on later. Skin wells up and smooths. And eyebrows. People love eyebrows. Partial restore complete. Additional protein Interlude: Ring Of Fire - Locas In Love - Winter fat required to complete repair.
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