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julia-here.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2010-02-17 01:40 pm
Four-Squared by akamine_chan, R
I envy people who can write short, and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
akamine_chan is one of the masters of that art. In this story she uses snippets as a way of building up a long story as a stained glass worker or mosaicist uses fragments of colored glass to build a picture full of life and texture.
Fandom:Due South
Pairing: Ray Kowalski/Stella Kowalski, Ray Kowalski/Benton Fraser
Length: short story
Author on LJ:akamine_chan
Author Website: akamine_chan's stories at Archive of Our Own
Why this must be read: Because real life is built up of snips of event and flashes of memory, and this story is built of wonder.
Excerpt:
For his birthday, Johnny had gotten him a pocketknife. Over the next few days, Stanley spent his free time in the backyard, sitting at the old rickety picnic table, carving his name into the weathered wood.
S. The double curve threw him at first. Knives weren't exactly designed to cut curves easily and Stanley's hands were still small. He kept going and eventually managed to get a decent looking S into the wood. If he squinted at it, it looked more like a five, but it was okay.
T. The T was pretty easy. Straight lines. The T reminded Stanley of church and crosses and his grandmother. A. N. He thought about stopping there--his dad called him Stan instead of Stanley, just like he called his brother Walt instead of Walter.
No. He shook his head. He wasn't really Stan, he was Stanley. Stanley Raymond Kowalski.
L. E. Y. He struggled a little with the Y, with its tricky forked bit.
When he was done, he blew away the last of the wood shavings and grinned. He traced the letters with his fingers, feeling the roughness of the wood. S. T. A. N. L. E. Y. That was him.
Stanley was here. No one would forget that he was here.
Four-Squared
.
akamine_chan is one of the masters of that art. In this story she uses snippets as a way of building up a long story as a stained glass worker or mosaicist uses fragments of colored glass to build a picture full of life and texture.Fandom:Due South
Pairing: Ray Kowalski/Stella Kowalski, Ray Kowalski/Benton Fraser
Length: short story
Author on LJ:
akamine_chanAuthor Website: akamine_chan's stories at Archive of Our Own
Why this must be read: Because real life is built up of snips of event and flashes of memory, and this story is built of wonder.
Excerpt:
For his birthday, Johnny had gotten him a pocketknife. Over the next few days, Stanley spent his free time in the backyard, sitting at the old rickety picnic table, carving his name into the weathered wood.
S. The double curve threw him at first. Knives weren't exactly designed to cut curves easily and Stanley's hands were still small. He kept going and eventually managed to get a decent looking S into the wood. If he squinted at it, it looked more like a five, but it was okay.
T. The T was pretty easy. Straight lines. The T reminded Stanley of church and crosses and his grandmother. A. N. He thought about stopping there--his dad called him Stan instead of Stanley, just like he called his brother Walt instead of Walter.
No. He shook his head. He wasn't really Stan, he was Stanley. Stanley Raymond Kowalski.
L. E. Y. He struggled a little with the Y, with its tricky forked bit.
When he was done, he blew away the last of the wood shavings and grinned. He traced the letters with his fingers, feeling the roughness of the wood. S. T. A. N. L. E. Y. That was him.
Stanley was here. No one would forget that he was here.
Four-Squared
.