Postcards From No Man's Land - Comments

That was....the most beautiful thing i have ever read. My emotions are off the chart. Your writing and plot tug at the heart strings and make you an amazing author. There are no words that can describe this, it's like sad, happy, and longing, just everything. Keep it up, you're a contuductor leading the most mesmerizing symphany, that is tragic, yet beautiful.

I sorta stopped reading this half way through. Mainly cause it was making me cry.
don't worry, I'll get back to it, but it's really beautiful, you are an excellent writer, and i'm scared, but also excited to go through your other stories.
xxx

Your writing is out of this world. I try to always leave comments on stories that I read, but when I read yours, I come up tongue-tied. I read this story a while back, but I came back a few days ago and re-read it again. I thought about all that I would say. About how I would try to describe how amazing this was. I am sure that there are words that would describe how I love this story, all of your stories, but the words escape me now.

I hope that this comment conveys how I feel about your work. I think that if you decided to write books in the future, you would definitely sell millions, and your work will change lives because I want you know that your writing has definitely changed mine.

I just found this, and I"m bawling my fucking eyes out. This was amazing. So fucking amazing. Thank you for writing this.

best thing I have ever read but I wish I could keep repeating myself about how amazing this story is but I think words would just fuck it up so I guess you'll never know how this story made me feel because they haven't came up with that word yet.

wow..your writing is beautiful...I really liked this...

I love your style of writing. It's so beautifuly written it brings a tear to my eye. You should pursue a caree as a writter. xo

I owe you two comments. And when I read Masquerade, I'll probably end up owing you three. That's just how irresponsible I am. This made me cry so hard, it still does, it will if I keep on going on and on about how beautiful it is and how perfect the ending was and how I can't really find the words to describe this at all. And I'm an epic failure for not having found you as an author before. You most certainly have one of the most unique and mind-blowing styles of writing I've seen. Would a "thank you for writing this" be too cliché?

wow i just read this start to finish and sobbed for pretty much all of it.
its the best piece of writing i've ever ever ever ever ever seen. The way your words just.. work together. wow. just wow.
one of those things you cant put into words, you know?
xx

It's stories like this that make me want to sob, and laugh, and rip my hair out all at the same time. In such an amazing way, you twist the words and make them something complete. It's just, ah, I can't even explain it. Gerard's candy pills and Mikey's open wound and Frank's love for the boy that was but isn't any more. Just, wow. <3

Oh my god.
I'm going to say that Wasteland is one of my favourite books, and I admire your ability to work of Francesca Lia Block's original style and make it your own. You write with such depth and emotion that I can't help but be enticed by your words.
I don't usually read Waycest or My Chem fics at all, but this is simply stunning.
Good work.

Okay, I know the topic's been inactive... But I've just re-read this (for about the sixth time), and the ending still kills me every time.
<3

I don't really know what to say because this is the kind of story that can leave a person at a loss for words.

The one word that does come to mind is Brilliant.

A story like this is rare. Because you told the same story through three different points of view. Although, I favored Gerard's because his were kind of like flashbacks.

I also liked the fact that there was hardly any dialogue. It wasn't what was said that mattered, but what wasn't said. I'm not sure if I'm right about that but that's what I got. Mikey made me sad. It took him so long to figure out why Gerard killed himself. Or killed Mikey... or killed himself so Mikey could live. I'm still trying to grasp that concept.

This was so beautiful and heart wrenching... it was like a movie. I'm so mad that it took me this long to finally open up the first chapter and read. I'm glad I did though.

I know that this has been finished for a while and that you migth think "why are they just reading this now?"
Well...i had to comment.
Yeah, my friend told me to read this and i had to, it was so incredible.
You made me cry a few times, espcially at the end. I don't really know how to describe how amazing it was and how it made me feel.
It's so different and your writing style is like something i have never ever seen before. The begining and end, to me, were particularly phenominal.

I just love pretty much every word you wrote and how you wrote it. I can see how this has 10 stars.

Someone above me said it was 'intense' and that's pretty much what i wanna say too. In a good way.

xx

How come I never commented you ever since page 4.
What the heck is wrong with me DD:
Anywho..
I know that this story has been complete for a little while, no?
I've been missing out on reading lately, cause I'm just all blah, and a non-reader.
So I've been catching up.
And I keep on thinking about a lot of stories, and I thought about this one [and others that you have] and I missed reading them ever so much.
Even if I've read them a million times, I'm gonna read them a million and one times.

Honestly, every single comment I glanced at has had something or basically the same thing I would ever want to write in a comment for you.
If I could ever complete that task, of writing the one, perfect comment for you >:O.
But, hum, I don't think anyone in this world can come up, or ever write such amazing words to tell you about your writing.
Cause there are none that can fit your writing.
Every word is so out of date, or over used, or, I'm just not a walking dictionary.

Do you own a book of my life, possibly?
And then you just look off of it, and write wherever your mind takes you?
Cause that's what it feels like sometimes.
A couple stories sound like something that has happened in my life, at one point or another, and it's scary, to just read about it.
Have you ever read something and then you just nod, agreeing with whatever the message is trying to portray?
Because, ya know, you've been there and stuff.
Well, yeah, that always happens to me whenever I read specific stories written by you.
It's, intense.

Most of the time your stories make me think.
Pretty much, really, really think.
Think about what could have been throughout the story, or what has been and shouldn't of.
Your stories make me look at reality, and make me think about why everyone is so crazy about love.
Why do we have to fall in it or fall out of it as quickly as we all do.
All these why questions that no one has much of a valid excuse to.

>.>.
I think I'm just rambling. But..
I'm off to read another story of your's that I've probably read before, but that doesn't matter ^_^.

LGFUAD, JJ<3.

You're amazing. Do you know that? This story, complete genuis. I love love love your stlye of writing. It was so emotional, so heartfelt, so sad. Yet it was so brilliant. And I must say, it made me cry. Every single chapter, I ended up crying. But it was pure genuis. And my favorite story by far. Keep on writing, you're amazing.

-xoVickyNightmare.

Holy mother of fucking God that is awesome. Better than any book I've ever read. Including Twilight, Harry Potter, and A Great and Terrible Beauty. Just....wow. You had me crying at the end. Wow.... You have got to write books and publish them.

xoxo,
Alice

I really like the ending to this, it shows a lot of love and on different levels.
I'm really happy you asked me to read this. I'll probably end up reading it again sometime

Chapter 21-

Voodoo Heart.

Every time I think of you is another needle stuck in my heart, another pin driven straight into the middle of my eye. Voodoo Heart.

I really like the idea of Voodoo Heart, there's something hauntingly beautiful about it

Chapter 20-

No one could hear his voice. It was carried away by the arctic breeze. that is a really sweet line.

I love the way you have to guess who's talking about who. I also love the way they still love each other but don't know/ hear the other one.