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rowanfairchild.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2004-07-03 01:14 pm
The Devil Made Me Do It by Cat Heights (R)
It's time for... twofer Shirley! *g*
Fandom: OZ
Pairing: none. Shirley Bellinger
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cheights
Author Website: www.geocities.com/catheights
Why this must be read:
There haven't been that many stories written about OZ's only female inmate, but fortunately, a couple of the ones that are out there are real goodies.
The sequence that opens "The Devil Made Me Do It" is genuinely chilling. I told Cat in my initial feedback to her that I read it with my hand clamped over my mouth. And the vivid, hallucinogenic imagery fits perfectly with Shirley Bellinger's crazy, fucked up Southern Gothic persona:
"When the ash cleared, she saw a white car. A noose, tied to a beautiful tree, dangled over its hood. She smiled and climbed onto the car. Today was her day to do the dance of death. After patting down her hair, she grabbed the rope and paused. Something wasn't quite right. Where was the music? Of course, the car radio needed to be on. You couldn't do a dance of death without music."
The Devil Made Me Do It
(And can I just make an aside to note that the first three stories I've recced this month have all been products of the OZ Lyric Wheel? So let's swerve over tomaverick4oz's place and give her a smooch for keeping that wheel spinning. ::smooch::)
Fandom: OZ
Pairing: none. Shirley Bellinger
Author on LJ:
cheightsAuthor Website: www.geocities.com/catheights
Why this must be read:
There haven't been that many stories written about OZ's only female inmate, but fortunately, a couple of the ones that are out there are real goodies.
The sequence that opens "The Devil Made Me Do It" is genuinely chilling. I told Cat in my initial feedback to her that I read it with my hand clamped over my mouth. And the vivid, hallucinogenic imagery fits perfectly with Shirley Bellinger's crazy, fucked up Southern Gothic persona:
"When the ash cleared, she saw a white car. A noose, tied to a beautiful tree, dangled over its hood. She smiled and climbed onto the car. Today was her day to do the dance of death. After patting down her hair, she grabbed the rope and paused. Something wasn't quite right. Where was the music? Of course, the car radio needed to be on. You couldn't do a dance of death without music."
The Devil Made Me Do It
(And can I just make an aside to note that the first three stories I've recced this month have all been products of the OZ Lyric Wheel? So let's swerve over to
maverick4oz's place and give her a smooch for keeping that wheel spinning. ::smooch::)