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FANFIC: For the Ones We Leave Behind – D is for Dionysian (Gossip Girl)

I. PROLOGUE
II. B IS FOR BYZANTINE
III. U IS FOR YOU
IV. D IS FOR DIONYSIAN

Dionysian |ˌdīəˈniSHən|
adjective

1 Greek Mythology: of or relating to the god Dionysus.
2
of or relating to the sensual, spontaneous, and emotional aspects of human nature.

  • dark, grand Dionysian music

 

i.

The walk back home is a long one. 

D doesn’t even remember The Archive being this far away when he was first taken, but at least the lengthy journey gives him time to think and reflect. Home. It’s a funny word. He doesn’t even know what might be waiting there for him anymore. 

Just when he’s starting to think that he’s been tricked, that they’ll be walking around blindly forever, his escorts stop abruptly in their tracks. One by one, D hears deadbolts sliding free of their constraints. Clink, clink, clink. A heavy door opening. The world around him brightening. Then the hands that grip him by the elbows push him forwards towards— 

All at once he’s enveloped by the familiar sounds and smells of his childhood, sensations that no words in the dictionary could ever adequately describe. Pinpricks of light shine in through the holes of the burlap sack on his head. Even the air moves differently above ground. He hadn’t realized how much he’d grown accustomed to life in the Archive until now. It turns out nine months is a long time to be gone. A lot can change, both on the surface and beneath it. And yet somehow, the “real world” suddenly feels false.

He doesn’t realize his legs have stopped working until he feels a forceful pull and a gruff voice: “Keep walking.” Those are the first words they’ve said to him since this journey began.

He hears hushed whispers as they make their way through the city, and he tries to block them out. He knows what this must look like: the boy with the bag over his head, the boy who needs the law to guide him home, the boy who was chosen to take over the most prestigious position in this community. He imagines the people pointing and staring and gossiping as he walks past. Then he imagines the same people looking past and ignoring him, as if he’s already a ghost.

Overwhelmed with memories and emotions, D wills himself to focus…

FANFIC: House of Light – Today Will Be Better, I Swear (Life Unexpected)

A/N: Unfortunately, this is not a new chapter. This is chapter 8, which I first posted in the summer of 2012 at ff.net, but never added to this blog. I’m sorry to say I can’t give any decisive updates regarding this story at the moment. This is my most popular fanfic of all time. I still get notifications that new readers have favorited it or subscribed to it even now, years later, so I’m sorry I don’t have better news for you right now. Please know I’m very grateful to everyone who has read it.

Old pale memories of someone you knew
Keep crawling through the back of your mind
And the closet’s been shaken with bones

Little reminders that you’re out on your own
– Stars

1. Prologue
2. Morning Madness
3. Give Me Something (To Hold Onto)
4. Hunches in Bunches
5. [ Ocean Waves ]
6. This Is A Recording
7. Speak
8. Today Will Be Better, I Swear

Lux kept the slip of paper tucked in her pocket like a good luck charm for days afterwards, only pulling it out every so often to run her fingertips along the texture of the torn edges. Paper was the opposite of ceramic, or glass: unexpected in the way that it softened at each haphazard tear, as opposed to the straight, precise edges of pre-cut sheets that would slice through your skin if you weren’t careful. Ceramic, on the other hand, became more dangerous with each sharp, jagged break.

She decided early on that she would start with the first name that Mr. Daniels had written down, the one at the top left corner. To be honest, she never allowed herself to read past that space, saving her mother’s name for later the way you might hoard the last cookie in the jar, unable to face the inevitable emptiness that followed. There were times when she wanted to throw the paper away entirely. In fact, her fingers hovered above the wastebasket more than a few times, but in the end she couldn’t go through with it.

A part of her wanted them to see her…

FANFIC: For the Ones We Leave Behind – U is for You (Gossip Girl)

Warnings (for this and later chapters): disordered eating, self-mutilation, rape. Dark themes and heavy subject matter in general. Nothing too explicit, but please proceed with caution if you are triggered by these types of things.

I. PROLOGUE
II. B IS FOR BYZANTINE
III. U IS FOR YOU

you |yo͞o|

pronoun [ second person singular or pl. ]

1 used to refer to the person or people that the speaker is addressing: are you listening? | I love you.
• used to refer to the person being addressed together with other people regarded in the same class: you Australians.
• used in exclamations to address one or more people: you fools | hey, you!
2 used to refer to any person in general: after a while, you get used to it.

 

i.

This feels inevitable. She’s been watching them all since they were babies—maybe even earlier if you can count watching their parents as watching them, and she does. Generation upon generation, waiting for this day. The cycle never ends.

It’s not long after his birth that she’s taken a special interest in him. Is he the one? By the time he starts school, she already has a nickname for him: Lonely Boy.

Flash forward to the present, when she sees him step out of the shadows and into the light, the burlap sack coming off and she looks at his eyes—still full of wonder and awe and fresh-faced innocence and it’s almost too much to bear because it reminds her of how she used to be before she was taken all those years ago, and that’s the last thing she needs a vivid memory of right now.

D steps toward her with an outstretched hand…

FANFIC: For the Ones We Leave Behind – B is for Byzantine

Warnings (for this and later chapters): disordered eating, self-mutilation, drug abuse. Dark themes and heavy subject matter in general. Nothing too explicit, but please proceed with caution if you are triggered by these types of things.

Byzantine |ˈbizənˌtēn; bəˈzan-; -ˌtīn|
adjective
• (of a system or situation) excessively complicated, typically involving a great deal of administrative detail
• characterized by deviousness or underhanded procedure

I. PROLOGUE
II. B IS FOR BYZANTINE

i.

Rule 1: There can only be one Archivist at any given time.

Rule 2: A new Archivist is chosen every fifty years or so.

Rule 3: Archivists do not marry; they do not have children.

Rule 4: After they finish school, archivists live in isolation at an undisclosed location.

Rule 5: Archivists are the ones who record and write our histories, the ones who make sure we don’t disappear when we die.

They’re thirteen years old when the rumors start circulating, sixteen when they actually become a reality.  The official announcement comes courtesy of GG, as if it were one of her usual gossip blasts: Attention New New Yorkers, do I have a secret to share with you!  The new Archivist has been chosen and tomorrow you will hear the first clue.  Can anybody guess who?  You know you love me, GG.

Not everyone wants to be The Archivist.

FANFIC: For the Ones We Leave Behind – Prologue

GOSSIP GIRL

Full Summary: In a dystopian future, New York City has become a ghost of its former self, barely recognizable.  Economic class divisions have been obliterated, written language has been outlawed, and major life decisions are now predetermined by a faceless entity known only as GG.  Instead of proper names, newborns are assigned a Class Number and a Letter of the alphabet.  In Class 1111, D dreams of becoming the new “Archivist,” a prestigious career assignment that will finally allow him the rare opportunity to write freely without fear of repercussions, but when he gets his wish, the past slowly comes to light and the cracks in their perfect little world begin to deepen and grow.  Dan/Blair, Serena, Chuck.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Gossip Girl.  I also don’t own the countless dystopian, futuristic, and fantastical works of literature and film that I shamelessly culled inspiration from, most primarily Lois Lowry’s The Giver, Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451, Richard Powers’ Galatea 2.2, Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World, George Orwell’s 1984, Neal Shusterman’s The Dark Side of Nowhere, Mark Dunn’s Ella Minnow Pea, Kazuo Ishiguro’s Never Let Me Go, Mary Karr’s poem “Winter in the City of Friendship,” Matt Groening’s Futurama, Andrew Niccol’s Gattaca, Lucile Hadzihalilovic’s Innocence, Patrick Wolf’s song “The City,” and Oceanship’s song “Hotblack”.

 

I. PROLOGUE

i.

This is a story about a great many things:

The inexorable future of a city that never sleeps.  The flawed workings of a society governed by senseless rules.  A rusty old typewriter that holds the remnants of written language in its keys.  A secret underground tunnel that leads us to our past.

It’s a story about an elusive and all-seeing dictator known only by the initials TPTB…

FANFIC: House of Light – Speak

The tears dissolve the last block of ice in my throat.
I feel the frozen stillness melt down through the inside of me, dripping shards of ice that vanish in a puddle of sunlight on the stained floor.
Words float up.

–  Laurie Halse Anderson

House of Light

1. Prologue
2. Morning Madness
3. Give Me Something (To Hold Onto)
4. Hunches in Bunches
5. [ Ocean Waves ]
6. This Is A Recording
7. Speak

“There are a lot of things you’re going to want to push the rewind button on,” they tell me, and my natural instinct is to respond with sarcasm: The rewind button? You think?, but instead I bite my bottom lip and listen.  “There are a lot of things you’re going to have completely relearn, a lot of basic things you used to take for granted.”  Listening is one of those things.  I never realized how much of the world I missed out on when I could see, those little sounds that used to just be background noise to me but now they are everything.  “It won’t be easy,” they say, as if they weren’t stating the obvious, “in fact, I can guarantee you it’ll be frustrating.  Most likely, you’ll be angry for a long while.  But we can get you through it.  We can help you rewind.  And we can help you get back to a place where you can press play again.” 

There are a lot of things I want to say in response…

FANFIC: House of Light – This Is A Recording

“I’m sorry but the number you are trying to reach has been disconnected. This is a recording.”

– Automated Answering Service

House of Light

1. Prologue
2. Morning Madness
3. Give Me Something (To Hold Onto)
4. Hunches in Bunches
5. [ Ocean Waves ]
6. This Is A Recording

The first time Bug kissed her, the two of them were at the park in the late afternoon. It was hot that day, a rarity in Portland; she remembered the sunlight burning on her face like a heated blanket, before it suddenly lifted away from her, disappearing as he leaned in and stepped between them.  The next thing she knew, his lips were on hers.  At first she’d been afraid she wouldn’t want it the way she knew she was supposed to.  She’d been afraid that the moment she felt Bug’s hands on her she would only be able to feel him, taste him—the vise-like grip, the smoky breath, the stubble scratching against her cheek—all these things she had come to know all too well in the dark corners of night.

But no, it wasn’t like that at all.

FANFIC: House of Light – [Ocean Waves]

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– Relaxation Collection

House of Light

1. Prologue
2. Morning Madness
3. Give Me Something (To Hold Onto)
4. Hunches in Bunches
5. [ Ocean Waves ]

When I finally tell Valerie, the conversation doesn’t exactly go the way I imagined it in my head—but any moron with a pea-size brain probably sees the disappointment coming before I do.  I don’t have an excuse for believing it might end differently.  After thirteen years in the foster care system, I should know better.

Call it what you want. Call it blind faith.