This almost made me angry – the italics were coercing me to read something I wasn’t getting straightaway… But, regardless of the first impressions, I admire the way you perverted every sentence with a beautiful phrase. I agree reading it was crazy.
Freaky. Therefore, I like it. I’m floundering to come up with a scenario that makes sense. The roman text is coherent and mundane, while the italicized text is disjoint and fantastic/fictional/nonfictional/whatever. I get the sense that the italicized text doesn’t reflect the thoughts/experiences/fantasies of just one mind.
“Man peaches” needs a comma. ‘Cause otherwise I don’t know what a man peach is, and I’m not certain that I want to know. ;-)
I love this fic. Makes me imagine this person who’s gone crazy because of whatever horrors she’s faced, and now alternates between an idyllic fantasy about eating peaches, and a horrific one that sound strangely like one of my dreams when I have a fever.
Sir Bic
ElshaHawk (LoA)
Trykdyn
August Rode
Jessica Cahill
J. Rein B.