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jantalaimon.livejournal.com) wrote in
crack_van2008-11-05 12:31 pm
Entry tags:
Boys' Club, by sytaxia (rated R)
FANDOM: Life on Mars
AUTHOR:
sytaxia
AUTHOR’S FIC SITE: Sytaxia’s LoM Fanfiction Index
PAIRING: Sam/Annie.
WHY THIS MUST BE READ: Because it’s creepy and disturbing as all hell, and done extremely well. To my mind, the most disturbing things are the most believable. Jump-scares don’t tend to frighten me, and I’m a Silent Hill girl much more than a Resident Evil girl, if that means anything to you. Atmosphere is everything, and being lulled into a false sense of security is absolutely essential for a truly horrifying experience.
EXCERPT:
Boys’ Club
AUTHOR:
AUTHOR’S FIC SITE: Sytaxia’s LoM Fanfiction Index
PAIRING: Sam/Annie.
WHY THIS MUST BE READ: Because it’s creepy and disturbing as all hell, and done extremely well. To my mind, the most disturbing things are the most believable. Jump-scares don’t tend to frighten me, and I’m a Silent Hill girl much more than a Resident Evil girl, if that means anything to you. Atmosphere is everything, and being lulled into a false sense of security is absolutely essential for a truly horrifying experience.
EXCERPT:
The room was white, so white, clean, sterile, rigidly austere. The lights above were blindingly bright, shining down upon the white tiled floor, the white walls, the white curtains and sheets. It was like some horrible film representation of heaven, a fact that made him giggle uncontrollably, when he considered that he was in hell. He’d never been religious, and he’d never really believed in a heaven or a hell, but he knew they existed now; he knew because he was trapped in one of them. Every day, women in white dresses and white shoes, men in white overalls or white coats hiding the suits over their white shirts would glide in, softly, gently sliding around the room, floating in the light, like angels. Fallen, evil angels, constantly poking and prodding and pricking, sticking and stabbing and studying. There were sounds, sounds that floated just like the people in white, that would come sliding through the door, hushed, whispered speech, screams, and high, cackling laughter. It was so strange, he thought, the sounds. Half of the time, they seemed to be coming from him.
Boys’ Club

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Still does.
ow ow ow ow....
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