Angelfuck - Comments

the summary for this story is so perfect. Its so interesting and really draws you in, so i was already excited to read then I was literally just like woahh; its so good! You are an amazing writer. I loved the gore and reality and the whole idea. I wish there was more!

You last updated this over a year ago,
so am I right to presume its over and no more is to be said about such a work of pure brilliance ever again?
This story, in only two chapters is better then anything I have ever read in my short 14 years on this earth, you will probably say I need to read more,
but Truthfully this is writing of the highest standard and I've subscibed in an act of desperate hope that one day this story may be brought once more to your attention, and your mind will formulate the stirring words that will form the next chapter and the next... I am hoping against hope this story will be carried on because you cant just leave it there, Truly Obbssesed with and desperate for this story... Please, I beg you, to revive this lost work of art.

HOLY SHNITZELFACE. :shock:

What you write reminds me of Chuck Palahniuk to no extent. It's just that amazing. Really.

Is it just supposed to be only 2 chapters?! if not, I WANT MORE! NAO! :file:

WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO UPDATE?

JEsus!

It's been an eternity!

At least one more chapter to let us know how everything went.

PLEASE!

So, I just shot myself in the face for being so idiotically stupid as to forget to subscribe to this. Now, a month after you posted the second chapter, I leave a comment.

Once again, I am amazed by you. The language is always good - great. I berate myself for not thinking of the comparisons, but I realize that it really isn't because I'm and idiot, it's more because you're a (literary) genius.

And when the kiss was described, I felt sick. Possibly the only time I've felt that way when reading this. Maybe it was the feeling that Frank was supposed to be dead, or at least not flailing around, almost dead. And I anticipated the description of the taste or how it felt, but the simple 'kissing the dead' was good.

And the Tarot card/tourist attraction...it almost dehumanized the entire situation. Like Gerard didn't care, Frank didn't care. And then you jumped back into the dying dying dying dying. And it became human again. Because death and hurt are so very human, and you write them so well.

Your writing's strong point is being able to delve deeply into the description, metaphors and all, and then be able to cleanly go back into the situation. Going from incarcerated pedophiles and rapists to the question what had he done to actually moving in real life and then to the not-really dying and once again to describing how maybe he was dying.

It's just beautiful. Blood and all.

:lmfao
I should tell you that Kor is shamelessly whoreing your story out to people.

And I am damn glad she did.
This is freaky, and disgusting, and amazing all at once.
I love it.

Hey!

I love this story!

Are you ever going to update?

o.o

OMFG! I'm like... in love with this.

very, very, very well written.

=]

Wow.

Kor didn't lie. You're an amazing writer.

Really good.

You've captured my attention.

-subscribes-

more soonish?

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Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.
The way you've described things in this story amazes me.
This story, in general, has amazed me.
Every single word, makes the story even more perfect.
The way he thinks is so intriguing.
It leaves you with so much left to think.

-cough-
God Liz, I'm really bad with comments, you'll probably hate this forever and ever. :roll:
The whole thing catches my breath when I read it. I have to just read it again to make sure I've drunk in every single detail that's in there.
You're magic with words. One of the only people I've met who has so much magic with words.
It's like you've just made everything beautiful, no matter how much shit is about to happen.
The whole entire first paragraph was my favourite part.

Favourite line- [-cough- they're different.]
Barely moving barely moving, dying dying dying dying, every minute was the same until finally something snapped; his body flexed and went alarmingly rigid, making me choke on a breath.

it was amazing, really. :arms:

Accccck. You have no idea how excited I got when I saw this updated. I started smiling at my computer screen like an insane person and completely blew off my bio study.
Soyeah it's totally your fault if I fail my exams, ktnx. :]

This will basically be a sillycrap comment, 'cause I'm just gonna quote the whole darn chapterrrrrr:

I sat there for what might have been hours in bloody clothes, almost delirious with disbelief, the sanguine scent of human decay coating my tongue and my mouth and my nose and my throat like asbestos or anthrax, slowly rotting my lungs from their slimy insides out. I stared as his chest rose and fell with impossibly shallow breaths, watching him die like a sideshow freak as thick, hot blood bubbled audibly inside his lungs and his trachea.

The Bearded Woman.

The Mermaid.

The Albino.

The Dying Man.

Tarot card or tourist attraction.

The circus freak simile=:cheese:.

THE TIN SOLDIER!!!11!ONE!!1! Oh wow, I had a big Hans Christian Anderson fairytale book when I was a young 'un and this was one of my favourites. Mostly 'cause it had a pretty disturbing ending, what with the paper chick and the soldier both ending up in the fireplace. And it just tied in so perfectly with this story. 'Cause it's pretty fucked. In the best way possible. :]]

His blood-slicked mouth moved in soundless contortions, back arched like a tortured gymnast in what I thought must be pain, unconsciously, innocently pushing his pelvis up up up towards the matte white ceiling.

It wasn’t until later than I realized how much like sex it looked.

Oh, yes. ~~

Ahem. Anyway.

Even half-dead, he had the green eyes of a fortune teller, smoldering with the same spooky luminescence as glow sticks or phosphorescent algae in the dim penthouse track lighting.

Phosphorescent algae. Like woah. Dude. You can turn anything into poetry. Seriously.

This chapter was just so... alive. Yeah, shit choice of words, but, I mean, there was just so much in it. Frank and Gerard, both tortured by guilt, secrecy... intense is far too weak a word.

Crush our sinful bodies together, burying myself underneath his bloody ribs, coagulated fat and cartilage, I WANT YOUR SECRETS, filling my chest and throat like a thousand bluebottles, wasps, blowflies all laying tiny eggs, larvae and maggots buried in the rotting meat of my guts, feeding off the carcass that I already was.

Best. Thing. Ever. I just can't even... I want your brain. DDD:

Oh, and... ZOMGDEYKISSEDLOLZFRERARD!

:]]]]

it was beautiful.

Fucking amazing. I wish I could write the way you do, with the utter abandonment of expectations and the bloody words, like they are saturated with the very ichor you're writing about. Lovely. Achingly beautiful. Terrible, but in a good way. Awefully awsome. Misspelling intended. Amazing.

WOW.

I am in awe. You are....

You are you. And thank God for that.

Sometimes I wonder if you try to write your stories. I wonder if you carefully look up each word, each sentence, just to make sure they fit perfectly. But it doesn't seem that way, because everything flows together so naturally.

Your writing deserves so much more praise and credit than you get, but it's probably because even if I'm just commenting on it, it feels like I can't properly say how wonderfully put together that was, it makes me feel inadequate. But not even necessarily in a bad way. I guess I'm happy that something like this can be described in such a way.

This is, without a doubt, the most spectacular and intensely-descriptive story I have ever read in all my days. You've left me shaking. My heart is pounding.

Thank you.

^ :arms:

"I thought he was dead, but as I let his body sprawl across the glass-littered pavement, I saw a heart-stopping shimmer of blood-flecked green, and with a moan, two perfect malachite eyes flickered open.

Miracle?"
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Absolutely stunning. Can't believe i have only just found this. I am a fangirl and a bit of a stalker but you already know this. You also should know that there's this unique-ness to your stories, one paragraph in and i already knew i was going to enjoy every last word.
Gorgeous description but not in that pretentious, overzealous words for the sake of words way, just enough to paint a painfully beautiful picture and still keep the plot intact.

The name is just genious, along with Gerard's character. So little was used to paint the picture of the spoilt little executive, using that stereotype of the executive allowed me to have enough backstory on him and the company.
The use of Red was also fantastic, nothing too gory or sickening, just the right amount of shock and detail to make a breathtaking one-shot.

A killer of an ending (lol i hate myself :tehe:)

Bravo- i'll subscribe just in case

:cheese:
Some days I hate you and your talent.
Earthshattering.