This is amazing. And you said you were having difficulty with the story. The desolation of the world, and of Angel, comes through so vividly. Your use of words paints a picture of the world, dead, and the only thing left are zombies and monsters. And surprise! A cat, a half-starved cat with a collar and a name. Oh joy. Its name is Buffy. And Angel is no longer alone. A beautifully written story. HugsAres
I always have trouble with my story, so it usually comes as a bit of a surprise when it turns out have decent! Thank you for reading, Ares.
Powerful and poignant. You managed to find a typically Jossian combination of epic and intimate, sad and unexpectedly funny. The moment when Angel discovers the cat's name is such a magical moment. It's laughter through tears. It's PTB up there yet respecting Angel's desperate quest for life.But he likes to watch the movement of the flames and the grey crackle of the wood gives him some semblance of life. Fire is, at least, living.These lines read as blanc verse.I regard this gem as a companion piece to "Hunter". It made me smile and it made me cry. It reminded me again why I love this verse so much. Thank you.
I always find it fascinating to see how others regard my stories, and what they might find in them. You think it’s a companion to Hunter? Hmm… well, it seems that I like my cats! Thank you for the lovely feedback.
This was beautiful. It was touching and powerful. You drew me into this desolate, apocalyptic world with your vivid words and imagery. You drew me into Angel's mind and then in the midst of that despair, you introduced a cat. I could feel my heart breaking as the cat's name brought back memories of Buffy and then he released it. And then the end when the cat approaches the fire and Angel's no longer alone. Simply beautiful. I smiled along with Angel. Wonderful work!
Thank you - it's lovely to know that my little story touched you. I didn't want to do a happy ending as such but I did want to give him just a little ray of hope. Thanks for reading.
I already commented over on your LJ, but I will also say here what a beautifully stark grey story this is. I could see it. And somehow, after all that, when the cat came and sat by the fire, it made me smile too, and I thought, how sweet. How can you write something that is bleak and sweet at the same time?
Ah – thank you for the extra attempt to put your words together, and such lovely words! I love a story to have more than one layer – not just bleak or scary or whatever I’m trying to do, so I’m pleased that you think I managed bleak and sweet!
This was a lovely story, DS. Such a bleak post-Apocalyptic world, and that bleakness is very well sketched for us, largely by inference from the effect on Angel. And we're reminded that, unless he's dusted, Angel must go on long after Buffy is no more than dust. That reminder is as chilling as this future.The state of mind that brings Angel down every time is loneliness, and here, in the cold darkness he's given a small ray of warmth in the cat. And that's lovely, because the reader feels that warmth, too.Super story!Jo
Thank you, Jo!
This is sad. There's a part of me that's always sure that in the end Angel will be the last one alive and he'll be alone, because that's how he is. So thank you for adding a little bit of happiness to the future I keep imaging for him. (And happiness by kitty, that's not something I would have imagined for him but it's very very nice.)
Thank you so much for responding to this story! I can’t seem to help doing dark futures for him, so perhaps I owed him a little happiness. Can’t have him getting too happy, of course…Glad you enjoyed it.
How did I miss this?The imagery here is so powerful. The world is completely bleak at this point, but Angel manages to find some small thing worth caring about. Just beautiful.
Thank you. I seem to write a lot of bleak futures for him, but at least he has a small bit of companionship here…