Dear God it's happened, I'm writing fic!
Aug. 22nd, 2005 10:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mari4212Er, so this comes straight from my last post's comments. LJ, this is all your fault.
What Dreams May Come
Sometimes, there is life after death…
The explosion had rocked the neighborhood. No one could understand what had happened. By the next morning, the following facts were known: a house that none of them could remember being there the previous day had been utterly destroyed, and a young man had been hurtled into George Sheppard’s backyard, badly injured. He had promptly taken the boy to the St. Luke’s, the nearest hospital.
The next day, no one else seemed to remember anything about the incident. When Sheppard would mention it, his neighbors started giving him strange looks, and asking him if he’d gotten enough sleep. Behind his back, they were more blunt, and popular opinion held that the American military man had gone absolutely barmy.
To convince himself that he was sane, Sheppard took to visiting the young man in the hospital. As long as the boy was there, he thought, there was some outside evidence that something had happened.
Three weeks passed before the boy who had landed in his azaleas woke up.
That's what I've got right now.
Sometimes, there is life after death…
The explosion had rocked the neighborhood. No one could understand what had happened. By the next morning, the following facts were known: a house that none of them could remember being there the previous day had been utterly destroyed, and a young man had been hurtled into George Sheppard’s backyard, badly injured. He had promptly taken the boy to the St. Luke’s, the nearest hospital.
The next day, no one else seemed to remember anything about the incident. When Sheppard would mention it, his neighbors started giving him strange looks, and asking him if he’d gotten enough sleep. Behind his back, they were more blunt, and popular opinion held that the American military man had gone absolutely barmy.
To convince himself that he was sane, Sheppard took to visiting the young man in the hospital. As long as the boy was there, he thought, there was some outside evidence that something had happened.
Three weeks passed before the boy who had landed in his azaleas woke up.
That's what I've got right now.
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Date: 2005-08-23 03:07 am (UTC)I can't believe it took you this long to start writing! They'll never let you stop now; you know that, right? Hehehe, I have brought you over to the dark side...One could turn it around and say that since you originally got me into Atlantis, it's all your fault. But I won't. I will gladly take the credit, I mean blame;), for this.
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Date: 2005-08-23 03:17 am (UTC)And of course I start by writing about John Sheppard, who's the main character I identify least with on Atlantis. Except maybe for Ronon.
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Date: 2005-08-23 03:20 am (UTC)Well, technically you started with Carson -- who you obviously identify the most with ;). And writing about opposite characters can be very...enlightening. When you have to get inside their head, you realize (at least a bit) what makes them tick.
Hmm, rambling. Anyway, yes, excellent work so far!
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Date: 2005-08-23 03:27 am (UTC)Expanding my horizons. I'll go for that. It's either that or I'm becoming even more obsessed.
And thanks!
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Date: 2005-08-23 03:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-23 05:06 am (UTC)I can't wait for more. Eeee! *bounces*
LJ, this is all your fault.
Heehee! Yay LJ!
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Date: 2005-08-24 11:52 am (UTC)