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By far my favorite story I have ever read <3 The descriptions are so amazing. I love the dark attitude along with it, like... it's so vivid. Bone trembling. You are an amazing writer :)

:lmfao

Fetuses actually seriously freak me out. -cowers-

...and thank you. :mrgreen:

Fetuses. Fucking hell, woman. Fetuses.

Gerard behind Frankie, Frankie knees-to-chest; cold little fetus. Feed us. Fetus.

Abort.

Abort.

Abort.

Who the faggot can come up with stuff like that? I mean, seriously. We could all try imitate your style, but really, there's just no point. Fetuses. Dude.

You'll go far, no doubt about that.

And oh yeah: OMG GEE IS RLE MEAN.

:cheese: You updated?

That. Was. Fucking. Amazing.
Just wow.

That was really stunnning. I needed to be reintroduced to the story because I haven't really read anything for a long time and that chapter was just, perfect.

this is an amazing story new twiast on frerard

Bastard Son.:

Your descriptions are so naturalistic and raw and that is exactly why I like them so much. Every time I start reading one of your stories I get this tingles and almost always feel the pain the main character's going through.

Through the description of Frank's self-harm I felt his pain. No, literally, my goddamn wrist began to tingle and hurt and on some level, I could relate. His thoughts about how much it would take for his ink to pour out onto the carpet got me in this weird mood and actually stirred something inside of me. Rarely can people pull that off. Seriously.

You're extremely good at this style in writing and I'm extremely fortunate for stumbling onto this story today.

xD

So totally agreed, Everything that Bastard Son said, I wanted to say, but, he/she (don't know, sry) said it way better. Still, you get it.
I really don't know how to describe it, it's so amazing....

shit i could of sworn i left a comment on this story a looong time ago, but i guess not.

this story is really great, i love how you write, your writing style makes me see, feel and breathe everything that is happening like i was actually there, or one of them. Your stories always have such fantastic story lines and emotions but i think this is one of my favorites

I'm just gonna sit here a little longer, choking and gasping on your unbelievable talent.

I went eeny-meeny-miny-mo to pick out a part to copy and paste :]

The boy on the floor rolled over, very slowly, gasping like a dying fish as the pain slowly suffocated him. His green eyes glowed an unsettling olive color in the pale autumn light from the window. “Your f-face looks f-funny,” he whispered, something that could’ve been terror creeping into his voice. “Th-there’s nothing there.”

DGJKDSHGKSDGHKDSGDSHSD.

Obviously copying and pasting it doesn't do nearly enough justice, but Christ, what the hell would?

I needed to read something right now to calm me down and make my head feel better
And usually when I wanna stay calm the last person I'm gonna go to and read their stories is you
Due to the fact you write trashy gorgeous brilliance that makes me want to explode
BUTTTTTTT, after I exploded just now I felt better and in all honesty, reading your writing
just fills me up then empties me out. In the best way!

Now that I've gone out of my way to leave a lovely jerky comment
You have no choice whatsoever but to update :]]]]]!

Ily♥

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I love this. D: I have never been interested in Frerards, really, but I'm hooked on your story. I sat in a cold, dark room for your story.:< And I plan on reading the rest of it when I'm done commenting.

I love how you describe things and your natural sense of diverse dialogue. It's like an orgasm for my mind. Reading your story was like a revolution rolled into words. This is an undeniably wonderful story and I hope to continue to read your work from now on.:]

Wow.
This is awesome.xx

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I appreciate it, more than you know. :]]]]]]]]]]

Wow, this is so well written
Your writing skills are amazing
'Just the thought of that spilling, sticky-sweet crimson nauseated him, standing there on the chipped bathroom tile with both white-knuckled hands gripping the sink edge, a hurricane of sensory images tearing through his brain; the sick, crimson-tinted smile that had graced Frankie’s mouth as he’d pulled his head back up, tongue running fleetingly over his lips as though he fucking enjoyed it; the red, the shocking scarlet, the color of shrieking devils and ambulance lights and bloody revengeful sunsets, crimson guts and buckets of paint splashing down the bedroom walls'
'Blood blood blood; glazing pale pink lips, pouring in smooth scarlet ribbons down ivory wrists, red rose scarlet carmine blood sex guts anger dynamite hatred war rage—'
Incredible.
The best.
Like some-one said this comment doesn't do you justice
I.L.Y.
Plus I love the fact you reply to all your comments

I. love. the. way. you. write.
I've re-read all 4 chapters and there's definitely a poetic feel to this, and, on the other hand, there's so much raw, unsettled, disturbed emotion; how you describe your characters thoughts and feelings and actions towards one another...it's like this love/hate battle; unpredictable, but not totally unexpected.

^ Hopefully you understood that. aha, I apologize if it doesn't make sense.
It's late, I'm tired, but I felt obligated to comment. :]

”Ten pale fingers branched out like slender white vines across the glassy surface of the mirror as he let his weight sag forward and just watched his own cold hazel eyes stare back, trying to catch just the barest glimpse of what had made Frankie so fucking afraid… Not the hideous, deformed monsters that he had hid from when he was fifteen, grotesque and blood-spattered, with six-inch ivory claws and gaping tar-black mouths, but something faceless, unfamiliar— An awful, intangible fear without a name.”

^that was my favorite paragraph out of the last chapter.
It even gave me chills. :]

lol...

Gerard, you bastard.

I feel insanely sorry for Frankie, poor thing...

I- Yeah, I just.. feel bad.

..maybe cause I kinda see myself...

ily, you amazing female writer. but I think you already know. you should.

(shouldn'tyourbookbecomingoutsoon..? youbetterbeworkingonthat.)

Olive.

wow. Your stories are so amazingly descriptive. Completely in love with it. Update soon?

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Ever so slightly hard to figure out what was happening at the beginning of the chapter but by the end I was in the game.
I love this once again, of course. The paragraph with Frankie saying, 'maybe twice' was genius. &#9829; &#9829;