Pete groes frustrated with Misery as he tries to "whoo" one of his many ex-girlfriends, desperate for attention. (I HIGHLY suggest getting Leonard Cohen out for this one)
All I can say is wow.
Man, I love the whole metaphors thing.
And like 2 songs before I shut off iTunes so I could read, Hum Hallelujah was on.
I LOVE MISERY.
This is sad though.
But not as sad at baby deaths.
I kinda feel bad for the petard...
LOOK WHAT YOURE DOING
looks at boyfriend what? all i see is flesh.
You, my wife, are amazing.
I love this story. So sad, but very good. Can't wait for more.
im at a loss for words - but i suppose i can still muster up enough to let you know that this story is the saddest most haunting thing ive read in a long time, you're doing a great job, as always.
i love this story, it's so...stunning.
oh, and YOU. you little bitch you...
you were in my dream last night. i was at honda civic, at the baracades, right after getting lost in the basment of the building, and pete with a purple hoodie on helping me find the way out, only to help me wake up a poor patrick stump after, anyway, i'm standing at these baracades, and i turned around, and saw you, and was like "evie!" and you couldn't hear me, so i screamed "EVIE!" and you turned around, and was like "whoooaa." and i was like "these are my spots!" and you were like, "YEAH!" and then we beat up this gay kid in tight underwear that goes to my school, but we were just yelling at him, and acting tough.
and the dream goes on, but i think that was the last of you.
Why don't you take another little piece of my heart now, baby?
This is still one of the best plot ideas that I've ever heard of/ read. Once again I am impressed and somewhat curly-haired.
This is such a brilliant story that I'm speechless. I wish I could tell you how much I've enjoyed reading this so far but words escape me. Let my rating point speak for me instead.
omg. i havent been on here in about a year! but still. you are amazing :]
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