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Alphabetum by Sophia Jirafe (PG)
Fandom: THE X-FILES
Pairing: Mulder/Scully
Author's Website: Into the Heart...
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Why this must be read: This is the most cleverly structured story I've ever read. Twenty-six paragraphs in alphabetical order, each starting with the word/letters that the last ended with, and all revealing something about Scully. Sophia Jirafe takes the humorous episode of Rain King and turns it on its head, making it into something deep and beautiful but most especially, a starting-off point to years of missed chances.
Scully remembers, Scully regrets, Scully thinks in ABC's.
Careworn, time-sanded men flash by outside my window as we zoom onward. Men who work the soil, men who take the entirety of their precious lives and plant it in the ground and say "This is where I am." Men who let themselves be defined by a scrap of land, a wife, a lifetime of small achievements and personal quirks and family history. Men who wake up to food smells and fresh overalls and darkness and a day's hard labor ahead. I don't envy them the work, but I want their security. Land does not leave. Not like people do.
Alphabetum
Pairing: Mulder/Scully
Author's Website: Into the Heart...
Author on LJ:
double_helixWhy this must be read: This is the most cleverly structured story I've ever read. Twenty-six paragraphs in alphabetical order, each starting with the word/letters that the last ended with, and all revealing something about Scully. Sophia Jirafe takes the humorous episode of Rain King and turns it on its head, making it into something deep and beautiful but most especially, a starting-off point to years of missed chances.
Scully remembers, Scully regrets, Scully thinks in ABC's.
Careworn, time-sanded men flash by outside my window as we zoom onward. Men who work the soil, men who take the entirety of their precious lives and plant it in the ground and say "This is where I am." Men who let themselves be defined by a scrap of land, a wife, a lifetime of small achievements and personal quirks and family history. Men who wake up to food smells and fresh overalls and darkness and a day's hard labor ahead. I don't envy them the work, but I want their security. Land does not leave. Not like people do.
Alphabetum