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Red Horizon by Pirl (NC-17)
Fandom: OZ
Pairing: Beecher/Keller
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pirl_3
Author Website: None
Why this must be read:
Howdy, I’mmaverick4oz, and I’ll be driving the Oz van this month. I’m starting the month out with a story that pulls no punches. It’s brutal, it’s unflinching, it will rip your heart out and stomp on it. You know, kinda like the show itself.
Red Horizon was written for an Oz Lyric Wheel and is a powerful look at how the visions of Hell that Keller sees after getting shot and *dying* in A Cock and Balls Story might send him spiraling out of control. And even more poignantly, how he will drag Toby along with him, even when he tries not to. As I said above, Pirl pulls no punches. She paints a vivid picture of rage and insanity that will leave you sad and breathless.
He's sleeping now, heavily from the sounds of it. Me, I ain't closed my eyes yet. These crazy thoughts keep popping into my head, like what it would feel like if Toby's bunk snapped and fell on me? Would it kill me or just break a few ribs? Or what if there was a blood clot or something in my chest just waiting to dislodge and plug up my heart? Could I be that lucky? I always figured I'd go out in a blaze of glory though, like gettin' shot or stabbed or something. Man, what a funeral that'd be, too. All my ex-wives there to give me the middle finger one last time before my red glitter coffin is chucked into the ground. All's I need is one last nail... so to speak. And I think that nail is sound asleep four feet above me.
But if history taught us anything is that you can shoot me, you can stab me, but it don't work. What fucking luck is that? A piece of shit like me cheatin' death over and over again just so I can come back and fuck up life some more. That what God planned for me? That what God wanted, a shit-for-brains like me to get nine lives when there's people out there dying from bee stings and stupid shit like that? Those are the guys who deserve it, all this life I got. Not me, not rotting away in this fucking cell left to treat the only person who loves me in this whole fucking world like a third-rate whore.
Red Horizon
If you like the story, please let the author know. Remember this is Oz, so don’t make me shank you.
Pairing: Beecher/Keller
Author on LJ:
pirl_3Author Website: None
Why this must be read:
Howdy, I’m
maverick4oz, and I’ll be driving the Oz van this month. I’m starting the month out with a story that pulls no punches. It’s brutal, it’s unflinching, it will rip your heart out and stomp on it. You know, kinda like the show itself. Red Horizon was written for an Oz Lyric Wheel and is a powerful look at how the visions of Hell that Keller sees after getting shot and *dying* in A Cock and Balls Story might send him spiraling out of control. And even more poignantly, how he will drag Toby along with him, even when he tries not to. As I said above, Pirl pulls no punches. She paints a vivid picture of rage and insanity that will leave you sad and breathless.
He's sleeping now, heavily from the sounds of it. Me, I ain't closed my eyes yet. These crazy thoughts keep popping into my head, like what it would feel like if Toby's bunk snapped and fell on me? Would it kill me or just break a few ribs? Or what if there was a blood clot or something in my chest just waiting to dislodge and plug up my heart? Could I be that lucky? I always figured I'd go out in a blaze of glory though, like gettin' shot or stabbed or something. Man, what a funeral that'd be, too. All my ex-wives there to give me the middle finger one last time before my red glitter coffin is chucked into the ground. All's I need is one last nail... so to speak. And I think that nail is sound asleep four feet above me.
But if history taught us anything is that you can shoot me, you can stab me, but it don't work. What fucking luck is that? A piece of shit like me cheatin' death over and over again just so I can come back and fuck up life some more. That what God planned for me? That what God wanted, a shit-for-brains like me to get nine lives when there's people out there dying from bee stings and stupid shit like that? Those are the guys who deserve it, all this life I got. Not me, not rotting away in this fucking cell left to treat the only person who loves me in this whole fucking world like a third-rate whore.
Red Horizon
If you like the story, please let the author know. Remember this is Oz, so don’t make me shank you.