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crack_van2006-06-22 10:10 pm
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And the Dead Were On My Feet by Wuemsel (R)
Fandom: STARSKY AND HUTCH
Author Website: http://fanfic-jenny.tripod.com/index.html
Why this must be read:
Starsky and Hutch go under cover at a gay bar. OK, I'll pause for the laughter now.
And when you are done laughing, read this fic. It starts out deceptively light. Then it builds into a heart-jolting adventure that combines H/C, angst and darkness into one of the better stories I've read in the fandom. The author's first language is not English, but that does not detract from this fine bit of fic:
"...he picked up the book from Starsky´s chest and turned it. The 'Rime of the Ancient Mariner' was glaring back at him with all the destroying despise its words contained, their blows arbitrary, leaving him breathless, suddenly cold. He'd known the poem, but had never before noticed its impact, its hidden meaning. Hidden to the point of nonexistence. As long as you didn´t fill it with your own demons, it was just that--a pain filled description of a surviving mariner. Randy´s 'Rime', though, had been bursting with dark-colored fright, wings of devils circling in his soul.
'I closed my lids,' Hutch read, 'and kept them close,
And the balls like pulses beat;
For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky,
Lay like a load on my weary eye...'
He swallowed, closing his eyes as the last sentence of the verse echoed in his mind, which chosen to read it in the voice of his partner. 'And the dead were on my feet'."
And the Dead Were On My Feet
Author Website: http://fanfic-jenny.tripod.com/index.html
Why this must be read:
Starsky and Hutch go under cover at a gay bar. OK, I'll pause for the laughter now.
And when you are done laughing, read this fic. It starts out deceptively light. Then it builds into a heart-jolting adventure that combines H/C, angst and darkness into one of the better stories I've read in the fandom. The author's first language is not English, but that does not detract from this fine bit of fic:
"...he picked up the book from Starsky´s chest and turned it. The 'Rime of the Ancient Mariner' was glaring back at him with all the destroying despise its words contained, their blows arbitrary, leaving him breathless, suddenly cold. He'd known the poem, but had never before noticed its impact, its hidden meaning. Hidden to the point of nonexistence. As long as you didn´t fill it with your own demons, it was just that--a pain filled description of a surviving mariner. Randy´s 'Rime', though, had been bursting with dark-colored fright, wings of devils circling in his soul.
'I closed my lids,' Hutch read, 'and kept them close,
And the balls like pulses beat;
For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky,
Lay like a load on my weary eye...'
He swallowed, closing his eyes as the last sentence of the verse echoed in his mind, which chosen to read it in the voice of his partner. 'And the dead were on my feet'."
And the Dead Were On My Feet
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