Oh, Emetophobia! - Comments

Oh my God.
I honestly cannot believe how talented you are.
Everything fits perfectly together, and I just can't describe it.
You have such an original writing style that I cannot use words to describe it.
No words that I know of give this as much praise as it deserves.Cry. Erupt. Rage. Hate. Die. Scream. Gasp. Repeat.
That just fits in so amazingly, it really gives emotion.
In all honesty, incredible.
Can't wait for the next update. [:
xoxo

Get ready for some more inadequacy, but eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Every single chapter, every single fucking sentence of this story is beyond AMAZING, Sara.
I really can't find the words to explain how much I love it, but honestly, I do.
You are sooooo talented; you deserve every time anyone has ever told you that && then some. :]
Beautiful beautiful beautiful chapter... I ADORE the way you string your sentences together, the
little things you slip in, a.k.a. the third Frankie being known as 'The Whore.'
Like, I would never ever so much as think to include anything like that, but it's
those things that add to the sheer quality of your writing, && make it so perfect. :]


Petroleum set on fire. Smell of carbonized heroin. Cries of burnt bodies. Loud Bauhaus music. Fred’s garage. What was going on? Cries. No, screams! Cover his ears. He couldn’t move his limbs. Was he even there? The mirror, stained white, but no reflection. Was he even real? A chilling sensation against his back. A palm of hand. See who. How? Close his eyes. Open. Breathe in. Out. Gasp. Scream. Murderous gold. Cry. Hiss. Be proud and stubborn. Fight.

“We’ll work something out, I’m sure.”

Resist. Stare back. Where is he? Fire. Flames licking up framed photographs. His house – how? Would he die? Cold. No, hot, sizzling hot! He’s burning! GOD, NO, HE’S BURNING! Help me, GOD! No God. A voice. Help him. No. Cry. Gasp. Beg. SCREAM.

“Oh, my God, help me!”

Cry. Erupt. Rage. Hate. Die. Scream. Gasp. Repeat.

Repeat. Repeat.

:cheese:
I have to use that smiley every time I comment you.
That's exactly the look on my face as I read your chapters.

You terrify me with your brilliance. Just thought you should know.

It's amazing and I'm anxiously awaiting whatever your wondrous mind puts forth next.

I'm not sure i can describe exactly how you write, because i dont think ive ever read anything like it. It's...disjointed in a way that's completely fluid and its...somehow you manage to slip originality into every turn of phrase.

I'm going to stop trying now, just because i don't think there will ever be accurate enough words to describe it. Maybe, hopefully, as this story goes on, i'll be able to figure you out?

Love it and you very much.

Thank you.

Just... beautiful.

I love how you write. I adore your imagery.
I especially love your description of the girl.
" Her whole bone structure seemed cobwebby and lithe."
"...a bundle of black cloth and translucent skin..."
"...the contours of bone and muscle as they shifted beneath the velveteen surface..."
It's gorgeous.

And Gerard's idea of romance struck a chord somehow. So analytical.

Sara, this story fasinates me.

“What the fuck do you want?”

You.

This comment isn't going to anywhere near what you deserve,
I'd better let you know right now. My day here hasn't been that great, and I'm not
sure I can string a single coherent thought together, let alone the heaps of
compliments and :cheese: that I should be giving you. :]

But ummm.
I like this:
"The heart inside that boy, that crooked, little muscle inside his chest beat its own rhythm and blood coursed through his temples in violent gushes of headache, every flash of pain, every beat in sync with a memory."

And basically the whole update too. :]]]
Including the "OH SNAP" moment at the beginning which totally had me fooled.
XD

The ending was perfect as well; I liked Gerard's eloquence about the snowflakes,
followed with a slightly more to-the-point question. :]

AMAZING. As usual.

It's ridiculous how much I love this.♥

P.S. Psst. I love your signature too.

Oo-er.

"You.", eh?

Lol.

I truly truly am lost for words.

Or at least, words that might actually be useful to someone.

So I will waffle on for a while about how much I love this story and the way you write said story.

Or I will just say it in that sentence and leave it there, since you've heard it all before, and we don't want your head to swell so much that it becomes to heavy for you neck and crashes down onto your keyboard, along with the little jumping anus that usually writes your stories.

xD

I'm such a freak.

But you love it.

Or... I tell myself you do, to make it seem alright inside my own head.

: D
That was incredible.
You have so much talent.
Can you share? D; Haha.
Seriously thought, I read it again, and it..is..INDESCRIBABLE.
In a good way...
More when you can. : D
xoxo

THE EXPLANATION:
The last paragraph was Frank's p.o.v. again. He was the one locked inside the bathroom, seeing Gerard's eyes all around the place.
Are we good now?

xD

I'm typing an update. :tehe:

:O
okay, two things!
1- I HEART THIS STORY WITH EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING.
yes.
like you never get tired of compliments.
annnd 2! -yeah, i tooootally didn't understand that end of the last chapter. i'm too lame for words. -______-

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I read it again.

I think it got better. :cheese:

Im so grossed out its awesome.

Keep writing!

new chapter :D
I was slightly confused at first but then it all slotted into place, i loved how you described frank's drug induced state- it seemed so real with the use of your metaphors.
I really enjoyed gerard's commentary on the local scene, the majority of it rung true- especially the jean metaphor (GENIOUS!)

i adore the fact that frank is 'the golden boy' of jersey and 'every mother's pride' :D, i'm so beyond being hooked on this, sorry for the general lack of comment on my behalf.

holy shit. amazing.
that's all i can say.

Hann,

ANUS! Of course. Duh, you dork. We anus-folks must stick together. x]

You truly are one of the best writers I know.
This story, like all of your other stories, rocks my socks with every chapter.
You're frigging amazing.

And I would like to know if it would be okay to use some of your stories as examples for my English coursework.

Let me explain before you think I'm trying to plagiarise. We have to use examples of other writers' work in our coursework, and analyse it and figure out why you're using a certain word for a certain purpose etc, and I think it would be great if I could use yours as just one of my examples, along with people that have written books and stuff.

So yeah, would you let me?

I'd obviously say it was yours and everything.

5. The Broken Party Scene.
It's quite possible that you won't be able to understand this. Ask away if needed.

Oooo, new chapter!
Love the title... =].
What? Noo... Suurreee, I'll get it!
-reads-

Ah. Well... maybe I don't get it alll x].

Somehow, I just kinda get that that's the point, though. It's a hazy, drugged-up party of wasters and forgotten children. Everyone in Jersey that ever wanted to be someone but is damaged beyond repair before they even got a chance. So maybe it doesn't matter that you get a little confused; it's told through the eyes of two of those exact people and they are so far beyond confused...

Your writing is beautiful.

Erm, but yeah... I mean, it doesn't need 'P.O.V's everywhere, but I have to admit, it does take a couple of readings to figure out who's who and what's where x]. But don't they say the best writing is the kind that everytime you read it you find something new?

Ahhh, I'll read it again =].

I feel so unimportant commenting a story as great as this.
As always, amazing update.
Just brilliant.
xoxo

Trying to write comments for this story makes me feel really stupid.
I guess I'm kind of beyond telling you how amazing your chapters are, AGAIN;
honestly, I just love this story so much, and that's that.
You're crazy talented. :]]

Overall, I found this one pretty easy to understand...
It just seemed like there were some contradictions;
like, a paragraph would be saying the opposite of the previous one.
But that may just be me not reading carefully enough.

Anyways. ILY.
I'm gonna feel guilty about this pathetic comment later.
Maybe I'll come back && edit it. :]


Amaaaaaaazing.

I just discovered this story, and it's fabulous to say the least.
First of all, the title is just perfect, very attention grabbing! lol
Beautifully written, evocative and unrelentingly real.
My one criticism would be that perhaps the imagery can become a little rambling on occasion. For the most part the descriptive passages are stunning.
Just dont get caught up in describing things so much that the reader can loose sight of what's actually happening.
Otherwise, I really love it! XD