When You Want to Bleed by Kriski
Jul. 6th, 2004 07:24 pmTitle: When You Want to Bleed
Author: Kriski
Rated G by the author
Author's LJ id, e-mail, and/or website: email: kriski@livejournal.com
Link to Story: http://www.masterapprentice.org/archive/w/when_you_want.html
LJ username:
kriski
Warnings: To all intents, a death story, though I am not certain if the author intended to tinker with events in later works.
Reasons for recommending:
Other than because its brilliant? Well, it tears me up every time I read it; its lyrical, beautiful and I want to write that good when I grow up. And it was her first every story. Umm. Shoot her now. I can't describe it, really, just go read.
Quote from the story:
Only the details of that meeting are crystal clear before me, as if it happened last night. Yoda's ears trembling, his small hands closing tightly around his gimmer stick. Windu steepleing his hands the way he always does when gathering his thoughts, staring right trough me, then suddenly looking away. Poof's pale head swinging to and fro on his thin long neck. Like a pendulum in a clock, ticking away time. The soft ringing sound of Bilaba's bangles as she covered her traditionally braided hair with the hood of her robe. It was all so beautiful, so stretched in the moment.
But it did not touch me. Not anymore.
Whatever they said to me that night, whatever words of comfort they offered, whatever orders they gave, it did not matter. My truth was different.
I had seen you die.
Author: Kriski
Rated G by the author
Author's LJ id, e-mail, and/or website: email: kriski@livejournal.com
Link to Story: http://www.masterapprentice.org/archive/w/when_you_want.html
LJ username:
Warnings: To all intents, a death story, though I am not certain if the author intended to tinker with events in later works.
Reasons for recommending:
Other than because its brilliant? Well, it tears me up every time I read it; its lyrical, beautiful and I want to write that good when I grow up. And it was her first every story. Umm. Shoot her now. I can't describe it, really, just go read.
Quote from the story:
Only the details of that meeting are crystal clear before me, as if it happened last night. Yoda's ears trembling, his small hands closing tightly around his gimmer stick. Windu steepleing his hands the way he always does when gathering his thoughts, staring right trough me, then suddenly looking away. Poof's pale head swinging to and fro on his thin long neck. Like a pendulum in a clock, ticking away time. The soft ringing sound of Bilaba's bangles as she covered her traditionally braided hair with the hood of her robe. It was all so beautiful, so stretched in the moment.
But it did not touch me. Not anymore.
Whatever they said to me that night, whatever words of comfort they offered, whatever orders they gave, it did not matter. My truth was different.
I had seen you die.