GrUeberfest 2005: The Spaces in Between (1029 hits)
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Submitted by The Caes (View user info) at 2005-10-30 21:18:34 EST
People think that Heaven and Hell are places. Up above, and down below. That they are sprawling kingdoms with gates of solid gold or hollow bone. That you must fulfill certain criteria to gain entrance. That you must be good enough, or bad enough, before some kindly old Saint or a fire-spitting Demon will take you into the afterlife.
These are not places. They do not adorn some Celestial Map or reside in the sky or dirt. Heaven and Hell are everywhere. They exist all around us. The fold in the curtains, if you look at it just right, hides a pit of fire and ash. In the space just behind those flower stems is a gleaming paradise of meadows and nectar.
Listen to the pause in between the noises of the bus shifting gears and you will hear a choir of angels. And between the notes being artfully played on that saxophone are the cries of the damned. And in these spaces are a thousand other places, a thousand other realms.
You cannot see these things with your eyes, nor hear them with your ears. But in the darkest, tightest void inside of us, we know. We know that Heaven just over our shoulder. Hell is just around the corner. Of course, we have forgotten how to find these places. It is not the province of men, or women. Only a spare few of us remember.
Children.
The insane.
And Jessica Mayer.
Her name means "grace of God" but she has found no grace from God, the Devil, or anything on earth. Her father began touching her when she was two. When she was seven she found out what his penis tasted like. He would cum on her flat chest and tell her how much he loved her. What a good little girl she was. How special she was.
When she was eleven she whimpered as her hymen tore and bled out on her sheets. By twelve he had begun regularly fucking her. Every time he was done, she was left with an ache between her legs, and felt that her insides were stained and dirty, like her sheets.
Mother hated Jessica. She knew which room her husband would enter first after filling up with drink. She saw how he loved their daughter and prickled with spite and jealousy. So she punished Jessica. She clawed her and hit her and every day called her a slut and a whore.
But Jessica's name also means "enlightened" and this was true. In the nights when her father lay on top of her, grunting and sweating and reeking of pity, she found she could go to a special place. A secret place. Her bedroom door would creak open and she would go there, to her special place, and by the time she got back, Father was gone.
At first her place was a white room. Plain. Boring. But as she visited more and more often, it began to fill itself in, like a slowly lifting fog. Sometimes she sat upon clouds. Other times she sat upon sand. And every time she visited, it felt less and less like a dream.
Until one day, when Jessica's bedroom door began to creak, she went to her secret place, and disappeared.
She did not know where she was. She walked on pink sand and the sky was stained blonde. The air smelled like gold and tasted like lilacs, and children the size of insects buzzed around her head, speaking with bubbling, excited whispers. And she knew Father was gone, and Mother was gone, and she was happy. Before long, her enlightened eye caught sight of something curious in the space between two blades of grass. Jessica moved towards it and stepped out of this new world, and into another.
Her bare foot touched down in a strange place. She trod on jagged rocks scorched with black marks. Strange trees that stretched out like wooden men and wept with melted faces dotted the landscape. The sky above was breaking, and blood gushed down through the cracks.
"YOU!" A voice as jagged as the rocks called out to her. A strange creature had addressed her. It was the size of a man, but terribly hunched over. Its spine coiled awkwardly up its back. Growths of bone protruded from its shoulders, its chin, its elbows. Its skin was purplish-red, and covered in random tufts of wiry hair. It pointed a gnarled finger at her.
"HUMANZ. Howz did it get here?" It said.
Jessica did not answer. She cocked her head to the side as she examined him. Somehow, she was not afraid. She knew she should have been.
"No matterz. Izz here nowz. Izz here foreverz."
With speed that Jessica found surprising, the creature pounced at her. But it only passed through her. Confused, the creature struck again, only to pass through the nothingness of air. It howled in frustration, crying out gutteral curses Jessica could not understand.
Jessica shrugged and turned away from it. She decided she did not like this place. She decided it was an awful place. She stepped sideways, and vanished.
And so it went. With the delighted ignorance of a child, Jessica Mayer moved from one facet of reality to the next, experiencing sights and sounds that only a mind as damaged as hers could withstand. She swam in lakes of angel's tears. She walked through fields of silver wheat that giggled at her and tickled her feet. Strange beings made of starstuff whispered secrets to her in tenth-dimensional languages. Floating geometric shapes serenaded her with mathematical poetry. A man with no skin wept tears that sizzled on the ground where they fell. She rode on the backs of terrible giants bent on mass genocide.
Jessica Mayer experienced all these things, and more. How long she was traveling, she could not say. Days, months, seconds. Time was a foreign word to her. Space did not exist.
After a very long, or perhaps a very short time, Jessica stepped into yet another secret place. It looked much like Earth. Rocks lazed about on emerald grass, and she could hear the ocean's relentless pulse. But the sky was bruised, and the wind sounded like strange music. She walked through this place and took it all in, as she had many others. When she was content with what she had seen, she looked for the path to the next world.
But she could not find it. Frowning, she searched through the grass, amongst the trees, in the cracks of the rocks. But she could not find it. Just as she began to get frustrated, she saw a man. He sat cross-legged on one of the lazy boulders. His hair was curly and strawberry-blonde. He wore beige shorts, sandals, and the type of collared shirt one would wear to a beach. Jessica thought he was the most beautiful man she had seen in real life.
"Hello." He smiled at her. It was the first warm, genuine smile Jessica had seen from an adult in years.
"Hello. My name is Jessica."
"I know. My name is Ahadiel." He extended his hand.
Reflexively, she grasped his hand and shook it. To her surprise, they touched just like two people would. She felt the warmth of his skin and the strength in his grip.
"That's a funny name." She mused.
"I suppose it is." He agreed.
"I think I am lost," Jessica said, scanning the environment for the exit. "Can you help me?"
"I'm afraid I can't," he said, shaking his fingers through his curls. "We can't have you walking around these places, Jessica. It just isn't done."
"But it's wonderful. Why can't I leave?"
"We are stopping you. We are hiding the doors. It wasn't easy to catch up to you. You have a gift for finding the In-Between-Spaces that I've never seen."
"Why are you stopping me?"
You don't belong here, child of Earth. This is not your place. None of these places are yours to keep or travel through."
"Yes they are." She stomped her foot. "They're my secret places, my special spaces. I found them."
"Just because you've found something, doesn't mean it's yours to keep." His voice was firm and gentle. "It doesn't mean it doesn't belong to someone else. Isn't that right?"
She rolled her eyes. "I guess." She thought for a moment. "Can I still come and visit?"
Ahadiel looked at the ground. "I'm sorry, but no. You walk with iron boots on treasures made of glass. You have no idea what kind of problems you are causing, just by being in these places. Your footsteps echo through Creation like thunder and shake Eternity like earthquakes."
Jessica's face scrunched up as she considered the man's words. "So, I have to stay here? So I don't ruin everything by accident?"
Ahadiel looked at her. Jessica thought his eyes were so deep and vast, they might be worlds of their very own. "You can't stay here either, Jessica. I have to take you home."
"No. No!! I won't go back!"
"I am truly sorry, child." Ahadiel's words carried the sorrow of oceans. "You have forced the Hand of the Divine. You must be returned to your proper place."
"No, no, you're wrong! I don't belong there!! I don't!! I belong anywhere but there!! I'll leave as soon as you're gone! I'll find a way and you'll never catch me! I won't stay there, I won't I won't I won't!!" Jessica fell to her knees, choking on tears.
"Shhhh." The man sank to one knee and cradled her in his arms. It soothed her like a blessing. His touch felt like what she always imagined love would feel like. "Don't cry, Jessica. There is another way."
"There is?" She sniffed. She looked up at him, and her eyes ached with hope.
"Yes. There is." The man smiled and kissed her forehead. It was the only kiss she had ever received that didn't blacken and tear inside her.
"Oh, thank you," she heaved, and clenched him tight in her skinny arms. "Thank you thank you thank - "
Her voice died as her neck snapped.
The man held her close to him as she went limp, her head twisted horribly around. She was a macabre doll in his arms.
"You're welcome, child." Gently, he set her on the ground. "Be at peace."
He kissed her softly on the lips. It was a kiss of flowers and babies' heartbeats and the warmth of dawn. Jessica Mayer's face was frozen in a sleeping smile.
Ahadiel stood, and in a moment, was gone. The musical wind was briefly interrupted by the sound of beating wings. When the sound faded, the wind began to sing a song of joyful content.
User Reviews
Submitted by Alter (user info) at 2007-09-26 21:56:41 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No, Comment.
Submitted by Avals (user info) at 2005-12-11 06:32:27 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I don't know what GrUeberfest is, and I don't care. This was good, though.
Unfortunately, as a Hebrew speaker I'm forced to call bullshit on these two:
'Jessica -- "Grace of God" -- Hebrew.
Mayer -- "Enlightened" -- Also Hebrew.'
Also:
http://www.ubersite.com/m/80770
(Excuse the linkwhore, but I thought you might be interested in this.)
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2005-11-02 13:51:07 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I got "Rad-ded" on a few of my posts too. Sorry Rad that was plain stupid and now you have a follower.
Submitted by Spam (user info) at 2005-11-01 05:26:17 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Okay read it now, thought it was fucking ace. I don't really have any other comments other than to say some of the descriptives in this were brilliant, 'sorrow of oceans' etc. It's easy to go OTT on these, but you always seem to manage to avoid it.
bastard.
Oh, and thanks for your comments on that post I linked.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-11-01 00:05:03 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Pen, that's a good question. Would she move on or is she consigned to oblivion because she's too dangerous to be allowed to roam free?
That's one of those things I like letting the reader decide. Mostly because I don't have an answer.
HA!
Submitted by pen_name (user info) at 2005-10-31 23:19:10 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Well, that came out of left field.
After dying wouldn't she then advance to some other afterlife, or is she now completely gone, her soul destroyed?
Submitted by Spam (user info) at 2005-10-31 19:12:47 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Caes, I would like to call on your excellent reviewing skills once more on a post by a friend of mine - http://www.ubersite.com/m/78002 - he's looking for constructive feedback and as mentioned, I've always found that you're rather good at that. Feel free to ignore this though, I promise not to hate you.
much.
haven't got round to reading this yet, so for the sake of competition please disregard the rating.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-10-31 18:46:06 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Scissors, the prose wasn't as tough as I thought it would be. It took some effort, but I expected to wrestle with it for longer than I did. I essentially had to juxtapose things that didn't make sense or describe impossible events, and that seems to work okay.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-10-31 18:42:19 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2005-10-31 08:39:58 (#)
Ranking: -2
I rated this inapropriatly before.
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Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2005-10-31 08:28:03 (#)
Ranking: 2
Other than that (and those are really personal opinions on related subjects) I thought it was very good.
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What just happened there? Dr. Berty and Mr. Hyde?
In regards to your comments, the thought crossed my mind that she might gravitate towards the father, given that she was being abused at such a young age. After all, she might think that was a totally normal father-daughter relationship. BUT, on the other hand, sex at such a young age is probably either painful or just feels "wrong." Bottom line is, I needed her to want to get out of her situation, so that's how I wrote it.
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2005-10-31 18:05:09 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
FOUND IT!
One of my old posts...
http://www.ubersite.com/m/72403#1648213
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Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2005-10-19 03:42:20 (#)
Ranking: 1
There are a solid four pages of +2 streaks with 30 or more reviews. That is stupid. I am weeding it all out by giving every one of them a +1; that way posts that have 1.99 with 200+ reviews gets best ever.
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Fuck you Rad, you asswipe.
Submitted by runswithscissors (user info) at 2005-10-31 18:03:23 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
"She swam in lakes of angel's tears. She walked through fields of silver wheat that giggled at her and tickled her feet. Strange beings made of starstuff whispered secrets to her in tenth-dimensional languages. Floating geometric shapes serenaded her with mathematical poetry. A man with no skin wept tears that sizzled on the ground where they fell. She rode on the backs of terrible giants bent on mass genocide. "
I find it immensely difficult to write prose such as this, describing 'the indescribable' as
it were. I especially love the line about the wheat that giggled........
I could see the connection between this and Big Mike's story in the previous rounds, but
it is different enough to completely hold its own. The abuse described in the beginning was
nauseating, but, I agree, was necessary to create the girl's desparate need to escape.
Great work!
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2005-10-31 17:01:42 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by a_reader (user info) at 2005-10-31 00:17:17 (#)
Ranking: 1
What Rad said.
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What IS this shit? I got it too.
Good tale, well told. Now vent your spleen over a_reader.
Submitted by Orgasmatron (user info) at 2005-10-31 14:19:58 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
a_reader did the same thing to one of my posts earlier, "just to break the streak."
I enjoyed this because I wasn't really sure how to feel at the end. Sure, on one hand the girl's getting an absolutely raw deal, but on the other she's completely free of the hell her life has become. Should she have to pay simply because she found a loophole, or sliver of space, and wound up throwing things out of whack on the etherial plane?
I liked your depiction of Ahadiel. It was just alien enough to be angelic, and yet human enough to fit into some semblance of what she'd have imagined an angel to look like. Or what we expect angels to be, really.
This was both jarring and beautiful.
A difficult mixture to create.
Submitted by nrduncan (user info) at 2005-10-31 09:18:45 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2005-10-31 08:39:58 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
I rated this inapropriatly before.
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2005-10-31 08:28:03 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
THere was only one post that took a balanced look at underage sex, it was that one with the pretty woman and the shrink, but I forget who wrote it.
The girls mother is cruel, the girls father is loving yet sexual. It is logical that whilst the girls upbringing would be highly dysfunctional, she would cling to the daddy, even if the daddy was abusive when not dicking her.
As it stood though, the use of child abuse in stories is always a device to show extreme suffering. One of the things that is great about Gruberfest is looking at alternative causes of human suffering rather than rolling out the old clichés.
Incidently, I also loathe this absurd notion that children are somehow 'innocent'. I remember being a child, I and my peers revelled in cruelty and the infliction of suffering. Monstrous really. Not really anything to do with this post in particular, I just wanted to have my little say.
Other than that (and those are really personal opinions on related subjects) I thought it was very good.
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2005-10-31 08:11:36 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
oh.
thats fucked up, but I take no responsibility for the actions of others.
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2005-10-31 08:10:40 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
what did I do?
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-10-31 07:49:13 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Ohhhhh, I get it. That time when Rad +1'd everything with a perfect 2 because there's too many high-rated posts on Uber. Jesus fuck. I don't mind if someone breaks my streak, but it pisses me off to no end when it's done for a stupid fucking reason like that. Read the post and rate/comment honestly, you fuckwad, or get the hell out of my face.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-10-31 07:43:15 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by a_reader (user info) at 2005-10-31 00:17:17 (#)
Ranking: 1
What Rad said.
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What? What did Rad say?
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2005-10-31 00:24:52 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Not really 'horror' in the classic sense, but I liked it anyways.
Submitted by a_reader (user info) at 2005-10-31 00:17:17 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
What Rad said.
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2005-10-30 23:39:39 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
You bastard, this was excellent. You knew I would get all jealous of this entry!!!
Submitted by bob (user info) at 2005-10-30 23:36:17 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Maple leaf nigger? Frostbacks?
i like those two
i use hoser too much anyway
Submitted by joedaddy (user info) at 2005-10-30 22:57:56 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
refreshed and lost my comment...damn!
no, i should have been more attentive, and more careful in describing the section that
affected me
it was your description of the childs situation at home which brought back old, and
disturbing, occupational memories......the take away:
you did an excellent job of writing .
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-10-30 22:48:12 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
OH! And part of this post was inspired by BigMike's Hidden Room post. http://www.ubersite.com/m/77843
Thanks for the idea, big fella.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-10-30 22:42:27 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by Wisher (user info) at 2005-10-30 22:37:27 (#)
Ranking: 2
No, it's not a "twatsicle". It is an alluring terror for even the most jaded men, since they cannot live without it, or even with it. Deny that, and join them in their doltdom. That was the point, summed up in the final lines.
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Ha ha, I know. I gave him a +2 on that post. I just thought his descriptions of the female anatomy were hilariously overdone. Which I'm sure was the whole point.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-10-30 22:40:16 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Joedaddy: Hmmm, I guess the first three paragraphs are kind of similar. Thanks for the comments.
Bob: Uuuhh...Canucks? Eskimos? Hosers? 51st Stater? Moosefucker? Maple leaf nigger? Frostbacks? Puckheads? Snow monkeys?
I actually went to a website to look those up for you. Be joyful.
Submitted by Wisher (user info) at 2005-10-30 22:37:27 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-10-30 22:24:47 (#)
Ranking: 0
That's because you wrote things like "the alluring terror of the moist Fount of Life, the tender parentheses of the cunt, cosmic cave walls of time, the clasping pink circle," and so forth!
I mean, come ON! You dont see me referring to my wang as a 'wand of holy light' or 'sceptre of fleshy power,' do you?
It's a twatsicle, plain and simple.
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No, it's not a "twatsicle". It is an alluring terror for even the most jaded men, since they cannot live without it, or even with it. Deny that, and join them in their doltdom. That was the point, summed up in the final lines.
Submitted by Anansie (user info) at 2005-10-30 22:35:03 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
If you can't talk on your own post whose post can you talk on. I'm really bored. I was going to write a paper tonight so I drank a shitload of coffee, then my professor gave me an extension. So now I'm wired, and without the pressure, I don't feel like writing the paper anymore (not that I felt like writing it to begin with). I'm never getting to sleep tonight.
I don't know why I just wrote all that. It has nothing to do with this post.
+2 COFFEE!!!
Submitted by bob (user info) at 2005-10-30 22:32:03 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
THIS WAS FUCKING GOOD SHIT BUT I DONT FUCKING CARE RIGHT NOW.
IF ITS NOT FUCKING ATP I DONT FUCKING CARE
BUT IM NOT MEAN SO I WONT END THE STREAK.
EVENTHOUGH YOU ARE A DIRTY CANADIAN
OH WAIT, THOSE ARE MEXICANS
SO WHAT THE FUCK SHOULD I CALL CANADIANS?
WAIT, YOU ARENT FROM QUEBEC SO I CANT CALL YOU A FROGGY OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT.
OR CAULAINCOURT.
SO WHAT THE FUCK CAN I CALL YOU?
RAAAAAAAAAAAA
Submitted by joedaddy (user info) at 2005-10-30 22:31:49 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
repetitive review save
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-10-30 22:28:49 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Joedaddy, what was pissing you off? Too flowery?
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-10-30 22:27:44 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
I just realized I kept the original filename for the jpeg..."Angel Wings of Truth". What a horrible name.
Also, -2 for not being able to stop commenting on my own post. Fucking chatty bastard.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-10-30 22:26:31 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Yay! I'm glad this turned out well.
Stardamage, don't give up...I like your stuff!
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-10-30 22:25:20 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Er, that last comment was to Daniel...
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-10-30 22:24:47 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
That's because you wrote things like "the alluring terror of the moist Fount of Life, the tender parentheses of the cunt, cosmic cave walls of time, the clasping pink circle," and so forth!
I mean, come ON! You dont see me referring to my wang as a 'wand of holy light' or 'sceptre of fleshy power,' do you?
It's a twatsicle, plain and simple.
Submitted by stardamage (user info) at 2005-10-30 22:24:38 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
FUCK YOU I GIVE UP
Man this was so so good.
Submitted by joedaddy (user info) at 2005-10-30 22:18:17 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I was getting really pissed at the beginning but you did an excellent job pulling both of us out.
Submitted by Benny (user info) at 2005-10-30 22:14:24 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Dont worry mate. There's a huge difference between putting something in a story and being a disturbed person in real life. The incest element did achieve its purpose by setting the scene where she would prefer to be anywhere else when her father paid her a visit.
Submitted by DanielH (user info) at 2005-10-30 22:10:21 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
She swam in lakes of angel's tears. She walked through fields of silver wheat that giggled at her and tickled her feet. Strange beings made of starstuff whispered secrets to her in tenth-dimensional languages. Floating geometric shapes serenaded her with mathematical poetry. A man with no skin wept tears that sizzled on the ground where they fell. She rode on the backs of terrible giants bent on mass genocide.
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And you made light of my rhapsodizing over the beauty of the cunt in "What Men Can't Say." ?!
Nicely written, bastard.
Submitted by Anansie (user info) at 2005-10-30 22:09:12 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Benny (user info) at 2005-10-30 21:43:54 (#)
Ranking: 2
I was really cringing when you mentioned stuff like finding out what her father's penis tasted like. I don't know whether it was just the subject matter or the description that I found a bit off putting. Was it difficult to write those parts?
I liked the way you described things (the places she visited not the incest). I found them to be very similar to the way Kaos would describe them if he were writing a similar story.
Overall I enjoyed this but I think maybe the incest could have been handled differently.
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Yeah, the incest stuff freaked me out a little too. People usually dance around that subject. It was brutal, but I think he was brave to be so blunt and it lends the story honesty. It helps make Jessica's need to escape from reality more real.
About GrUeberfest: I've read a couple so far, and they kicked ass, too. I've been missing out here. I can't read them all in one night, but at least I have something to come back to when the front page is clogged with shittery.
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2005-10-30 21:54:01 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I'm not sure there is any good way to handle the subject
of incest. It was integral to the story in that it was the
impetus that drove her to the unseen places.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-10-30 21:53:37 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Yeah Benny, it made me feel kind of gross. I wanted the incest thing to be very gritty, very straightforward, and very real. I wanted to make it seem creepy and horrible. It IS GrUeberfest, after all.
You ever write something and think to yourself, "JESUS! Where did that come from? What the hell is wrong with me??"
That's happened to me like, three times during this competition. I'm not really the type of guy that writes about incest and having sex with wounded genitalia, am I?
Turns out I am. Kinda disturbs me.
Submitted by Benny (user info) at 2005-10-30 21:43:54 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I was really cringing when you mentioned stuff like finding out what her father's penis tasted like. I don't know whether it was just the subject matter or the description that I found a bit off putting. Was it difficult to write those parts?
I liked the way you described things (the places she visited not the incest). I found them to be very similar to the way Kaos would describe them if he were writing a similar story.
Overall I enjoyed this but I think maybe the incest could have been handled differently.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-10-30 21:40:03 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No problem!
Submitted by Anansie (user info) at 2005-10-30 21:38:37 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Sweet. Thanks.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-10-30 21:36:03 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
do a search for GrUeberfest. Click on anything by BigMike, Jack McCallum, Snark, Stardamage, Kaos King, Orgasmatron, or Pen Name. I think Ahumblefool had some good ones too.
Best ones, Snark and Jack McCallum, in my opinion.
Submitted by Anansie (user info) at 2005-10-30 21:33:36 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Aw, man, I wish I'd been around to sign up. This kicked ass, I'm going to read more of them. Any recommendations? You don't have to go through the trouble of linking if I just know the author and the title, I'll probably do alright.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-10-30 21:31:01 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
GrUeberfest is an invitation/competition by Jack McCallum. Kind of like a mini-Ubermadness, but without a lot of the rules or organization, and the stories are all horror-themed.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-10-30 21:29:58 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Ahadiel - angelic enforcer of the law
Jessica -- "Grace of God" -- Hebrew.
Mayer -- "Enlightened" -- Also Hebrew.
I tried to be a little different with the narrator this time...sort of like an omniscient presence instead of an impartial story teller. I'm not sure if the same kind of narrative voice persisted throughout the whole thing (especially after the halfway point, because I wrote this over two or three days and I dunno if I managed to carry the same mood over).
I also went really thick on the weird descriptions of things in an effort to make it a surreal kind of read. Hope that worked out.
Kaos, your description of Ahriman in your Ocean Sighs Serenity post kind of inspired my description of Ahadiel.
Submitted by Anansie (user info) at 2005-10-30 21:23:25 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Holy shit.
What the hell is GrUberfest anyway? I haven't been clicking on the posts because I didn't know what it was.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-10-30 21:20:22 EST (#)
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First round three entry! EAT IT, BITCHES!!
I'm happy to have something short and sweet. Well, short, anyway. Sweet, I don't know. At least it didn't take me ten hours to write & research.