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Ten Stories by Mandysbitch (Rated NC-17)
Back again to drive the Oz van and do a better job this time. We may be a small fanfom, but there are new gems coming along the time, and let's start with a recent post that needs to be on any Oz fan's must read list...
Fandom: Oz
Pairing: Beecher/Keller
Author on LJ:
mandysbitch
Author website:
Why this must be read: Because it's sad, and it hurts, and some sections kick you right in the belly, and it's an amazing look inside what makes Chris Keller tick. It's hard to pick just one small part to illustrate, but this bit here, at the beginning, gives an idea of what's in store:
We go back to grandma's place and she gives me dinner and a nice, clean bed with white sheets and two pillows. After dinner she says, "Did you mom ever tell you about your father?"
"She said he went to jail," I say. "Said he was trying to steal money to feed us." My mom said a lot of things about my father. She'd say he was a pimp or a priest, depending on her mood. I chose to believe the jail story because it sounded real. Most of the kids on my street had dads in prison. It made me just another kid, father-deprived by the system. "Is that true?" I ask, as an afterthought.
Grandma looks out the window. It's night outside so I don't know what she's looking for. She says, "Your mother wasn't a whore, Chris. No matter what anyone tells you, your mother was no whore."
That story is true. The rest aren't.
What's true, what isn't? Small wonder we can never know when Chris himself doesn't, and that's what this fic does best, try to capture a little bit of the blank slate that is Chris Keller. Most of it isn't pretty, all of its angsty, the last bit hurts like hell, but it's all good.
Go, read, tell her you want more like it. *g*
Ten Stories
Fandom: Oz
Pairing: Beecher/Keller
Author on LJ:
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Author website:
Why this must be read: Because it's sad, and it hurts, and some sections kick you right in the belly, and it's an amazing look inside what makes Chris Keller tick. It's hard to pick just one small part to illustrate, but this bit here, at the beginning, gives an idea of what's in store:
We go back to grandma's place and she gives me dinner and a nice, clean bed with white sheets and two pillows. After dinner she says, "Did you mom ever tell you about your father?"
"She said he went to jail," I say. "Said he was trying to steal money to feed us." My mom said a lot of things about my father. She'd say he was a pimp or a priest, depending on her mood. I chose to believe the jail story because it sounded real. Most of the kids on my street had dads in prison. It made me just another kid, father-deprived by the system. "Is that true?" I ask, as an afterthought.
Grandma looks out the window. It's night outside so I don't know what she's looking for. She says, "Your mother wasn't a whore, Chris. No matter what anyone tells you, your mother was no whore."
That story is true. The rest aren't.
What's true, what isn't? Small wonder we can never know when Chris himself doesn't, and that's what this fic does best, try to capture a little bit of the blank slate that is Chris Keller. Most of it isn't pretty, all of its angsty, the last bit hurts like hell, but it's all good.
Go, read, tell her you want more like it. *g*
Ten Stories