Trigger. - Comments

...the feverish screams of the crowd sounded more than ever like growling, bloodthirsty wolves, shrieking vultures circling overhead in anticipation of a fresh kill.

*shudders*

Okay, HOW do you do that!? You have the most addictive hooks, my God. Always in the first paragraph, there's always a line, always that feeling, that makes me become absorbed into the story. ...it's like DATERAPE. But I like it. :shifty

Moving on!

Your words are so intense and haunting. The picture that you weave is so real, it's unbelievable. The antisipation you create, the suspense... it's like a carwreck; like staring at the sun. It's so powerful, it pushes your emotions to a dangerous level, but you have to read it. :shock:

You have this way of saying the perfect thing in the perfect way at the exact right time. The words you chose and how you use them is magnificent.

Someone offered me a water bottle, but I pushed past them with a muttered apology and started down the hall, footsteps echoing his.

I can see this like it's happening right in front of me. You're a master at hypnotizing my mind and drawing me down this hallway with moving pictures. I can feel his arm brushing past the person trying to give him water. I can smell the stale, musty scent of old paint chipping off the wall. I can hear the footsteps, closer, closer. It gives me the chills. You're so talented that you don't even have to mention everything, because what you do write contains such superb detail. You take the art of writing to a whole new level.

Barely able to breathe, I followed him around the corner and finally through a doorway, unprepared for his sudden stop, the twist of his shoulders as he turned abruptly to face me.

Dear God, I can see the narrow look on his face and the heavy look in his eyes. The effects that your writing provides, holy hell. I thoroughly enjoy my brain being probed and manipulated by your words.

How many of them, thirteen, sixteen, nineteen, thirty years old, could claim to have overcome the way he did, stopped cutting, stopped cheating, stopped drinking, lying, stealing, getting high, fill in the fucking blank? How could they forget that the things he’d faced were the very things that made him capable of snarling the lyrics they loved so fucking much into the harsh mesh of the microphone, asking nothing in return from them except a little faith?

Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble. The above paragraph conquers so much anger in me. Because it's so true. And so many people who claim to understand, so many people who used to know what it's like to have noone understand turn their cheeks and become so ignorant and conceited, thinking they're better but all they're doing is breaking someone.

It was the constant throb of an invisible gun pressed tightly against his temple, greasy black barrel wide like someone’s tar-stained mouth; hissing you’re not good enough, you can’t win, have a drink, and they hate you they hate you they hate you.

Breathtaking. So true, too. But noone remembers to consider that.

He flinched when I wrapped my arms around his waist, crushing his body to mine so tightly that his ribs probably bruised blue and violet later, and I could feel the pulse of his heartbeat thudding fitfully in his chest, so close to cracking and losing it all.

My heart started throbbing after reading that. My eyes brimmed with tears. I become overwhelmed with fear and failure and emptiness. When they hugged and their bodies connected, it was like I was channeling the emotion through a vein that's constricting and struggling to pump more blood through my body to combat the emotion that's swarming around me.

They had loved us, they had made us, but I couldn’t let them be the ones to kill us.

*takes a deep, shaky breath* Oh. My. Fucking. God. That was... that line. Oh my God, oh my God. How devastating.

The ending... Jesus Christ. You're incredible. Never forget it. Some people try to write things just the exercise fancy words. Some people try to forge meaning. Some people have meaning but can't harness it and capture it. You put so much emotion into your words that they gain so much power. My heart ached while reading this. My insides twisted. You stimulate minds so well. You deserve an award. :arms:

aww this was sad
it really hit me and i loved it!!!!!

Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.

I'm not even going to attempt to describe how your writing makes me feel. Your talent is beyond words; your plots are godly; the way you develop characters and show who they are is enough to make any aspiring artist foam at the mouth and combust with wetdreams.

My God, you're probably the best writer on Mibba.
Not even kidding.

I'm gonna stalk your stories now.
I love your stuff.

You. Made. Me. Cry.

With your absolute amazing way of writing. Gah that was awesome, I will honestly never ever forget this one-shot.

-haute couture

This was absolutley fucking amazing.

By far the best oneshot I've ever read. This had MEANING. It actually said something to me instead of just being there, to read, not to appreciate.

Your talent has crawled away into a corner of my mind and it's going to live there forever (:

So different from mine, defiantly.

I love it, as usual, anything from you is great. I get the same feeling of like dread and dirt and sweatyness that I get from Headlights, which just make the emotions even more raw and infecting. It's beautifully done; puts Early Sunsets to shame definatly >_<

Wow, that was just mind blowing. It felt so real.
You did an absoulutly amazing job
I'm basically at a loss for words here...

This was simply amazing. There's no other word for it.

It had such truth, such pure emotion that it seems like you were really there, only copying down the events that happened. It was so true, so needed. Maybe we all need to just read this and know how close to that it probably happened.

Thank you so much for writing this. I've read many 'Keep the faith' oneshots, but this definitely takes the cake.

:cheese: I love you.

This one-shot was needed, so fucking much.
It's as simple as that, something needed to be said, something to make me cry and smile and cleanse everything that's eaten me up and that i've never allowed myself to say; could never say. Those were the words, all 1471 of them

"It wasn’t whose lips he kissed besides mine, and whether I loved him in that way or not was never the point. It was the weak smiles, the trembling hands, the tense shoulders; all the pain that he didn’t deserve to go through, not after everything he’d already surmounted just to make it. It was the constant throb of an invisible gun pressed tightly against his temple, greasy black barrel wide like someone’s tar-stained mouth; hissing you’re not good enough, you can’t win, have a drink, and they hate you they hate you they hate you."
^that was what made those tears spill over the edge,

" To me, he was more than good enough. "
, this character is Frank- because y'know i adore that man more than is acceptable. (and i accept that it could be any of them), it's just the love that they're showing, the fact that they're physically aching, in agony because they can't bear to see Gerard go through that pain. It's so beautiful. "my heart would ache at the sight of his tortured white face, and his hot hands would shake ever-so-slightly as he touched me, playing it up for all the hungry eyes that were slowly shattering him.

No. No no no.

It had to stop. "

" He couldn’t feel the same anger that I did; he loved too fucking much"
So raw, so heartbreaking;

You know i think you're amazing, that you just have this way of telling a story, of capturing these emotions and letting them live and dance across your pages, so overwhelming to read.
The facts of this were hard to read, but stories that are hard to read are usually the best, usually the ones that need to be written.
I'm glad that this is just fiction but i know aswell that most elements are true, keep the faith and all of that.

i absolutely adored it, thank you for writing it! how about i just copy and paste the entire story?

Ok, just-

I.L.Y.

All of it - beginning, ending, everything - is perfect.

x a billion.

I cried.

I guess having such a bad day was part of it, but when I read this it just... was the last straw. It's not really a bad thing, since crying released some bad things out of me.

Thank you.

I always cry at 'Keep the Faith' fics, because they're all so true.

[You inspired me to write a oneshot]

oohh my god.

This..this actually made me tear up a bit.

And I know I say this EVERY single time I comment your stories, but your writing leaves me speechless.

adkfjldsj!
:]

You don't sugar-coat the characters feelings towards others, and that's what I like about your writing, it's raw, and intense, and dramatic. I can really get into the characters you create this way.

er..this was a really crappy comment, I apologize.
Overall, I just loved your story, very, very much.

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Really, you.

I don't know what to say.
This really triggered my emotions, if anything.

Heart-achingly beautiful. I hope not true, though I think it very well might be.
You're a genius; your way with words is genius.

Needless to say, I love it.

Thank you muchly for sharing this with us. : ]

whoa. agreed. so agreed.
you are so right. this one-shot, trigger, captures the sentiments of the past few months. people just don't understand nowadays. it's so heartwrenching to really read about it.
wow. amazing.
two thumbs up.

Really, you.

I don't know what to say.
This really triggered my emotions, if anything.

Heart-achingly beautiful. I hope not true, though I think it very well might be.
You're a genius; your way with words is genius.

Needless to say, I love it.

Thank you muchly for sharing this with us. : ]

&#9829; Thaaaaank you!

ahh, first comment : )
i love your writing so damn much. i still have no idea how you do it.
really, really, really well written.
i can see where this is coming from.
more's the point, its probably pretty much true (treading on thin ice here)
but still.

astonishing writing.
i swear i could pretty much read your stories for the rest of my life and not get bored of them for a very, very long time
: )