I'll leave real feedback tomorrow, but I had to say how good it was to see your nick at the top of the board...and to know that you got those PR checks I sent out.
Seriously, dude...so sweet!
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But I had to bring myself out of my self-imposed hiatus when I saw this update. I've been reading fics on this board for several years and this board actually popped my fanfic cherry. I am no longer even close to a fanfic virgin, having read probably thousands of fics - some bad, some good and some great. This story is easily in my top 3 of all time. One of my greatest fears is that this wonderful, amazing story does not come to its rightful and equally amazing conclusion so when I saw an update it was like Christmas come early. I literally had to restrained myself at work from reacting outloud. I promise I can wait for the ending, if you can promise there will eventually be one


I look forward to more as always.
<----- see, that's me all happy! I thought this fic was a gona, soooooo happy i was wrong. Amazing writing as always
very descriptive, just the way i like em.
"You could..." Tara replied, gently. "But, I don't think saying it here counts."
She turned in her seat and looked to the window across the way. Water ran down the surface in streams, shiny light pushed into the big room by a wall of gray.
She just sat and watched the fat rain drop and the odd car drive by. The streetlights framing her hilly side street lit the stormy world in yellow; a faint, pervasive glow that illuminated the shimmering buildings' reflections in the rippling puddles on the asphalt, casting the night's objects in a strange sepia tone. It took a long time, many moments spent staring at nothing and everything before the color seeped into her pupils and became the lens through which she saw the next step.
"Nobody that mad at Brad Pitt truly counts, unless you're counting crazies or you're Jennifer Aniston."
the whole silly situation was funny

Didn't I *just* decide to have an angst-free day?

The dream was bitter sweet from the start because I knew it wasn't real! I loved Tara's musings and I'm so glad she started to question Willow's relationship with Xander. I have to admit though.. after such a long time I was really hoping this update would have some Willow/Tara interaction.. or maybe some confusion being cleared! Ah well I know it will happen eventually
Cant wait for more! (Hoping more is... soon?
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I liked how you took the windstorm of leaves metaphore and kept with it. I like metaphores, but I hate it when everything has a different one that ties in with none of the others. It's chaotic. When done properly (your fic is exibit A), it's a great catalyst for the imagination; to put something in other words makes the meaning even more easy to translate, as sometimes the written word fails to detail what simple inflections of the voice could easily have expressed....plowing methodically for the next two and half hours straight as she plucked leaves from the updraft and ticked items off of her to-do list...
that you update this fic soon Heather as I really want to see how Willow manages to stumble her way through "that" conversation with her mom and Buffy ... not too mention how interesting the conversation with Tara is going to be!
I'm quite sure that you can drag it out a bit longer!
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