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LJ ate the first try, so pretend I was witty as I discussed my unique fic preferences.
Off topic, but harsh -- to give some context for those of you who for some odd reason don't read appellate opinions every day, saying "I dissent" instead of "I respectfully dissent" is often considered pretty severe (see, e.g., Stevens' Bush v. Gore II dissent). I've never seen anything like the last word of the opinion.
Here's the teaser for the next invasion story, which I hope and pray will need a beta reader shortly. Volunteers/victims are welcome.
While the Tempest Hurled
Summary: They thought it was all over, but it wasn’t. It hadn’t started yet.
Part I: One Spoilt Spring
The sky looked like sodden tissue, crumpled and grayish. The wind was high, and Lex pulled his coat more tightly around his shoulders. The cornstalks in the field beside the plant were shaking, whispering secrets to one another, and he wondered if someone had told them Clark’s – Clark the golden, like King Midas whose secrets had been revealed by the rustling of the reeds.
Lex became aware of another noise, something cycling, like a car engine or a compressor. He couldn’t place the source, though he turned a full circle.
It took him a minute to look up, into the belly of the thing descending like the mountain coming to Mohammed.
“Clark,” he said, not really noticing his own voice, and began to run.
Off topic, but harsh -- to give some context for those of you who for some odd reason don't read appellate opinions every day, saying "I dissent" instead of "I respectfully dissent" is often considered pretty severe (see, e.g., Stevens' Bush v. Gore II dissent). I've never seen anything like the last word of the opinion.
Here's the teaser for the next invasion story, which I hope and pray will need a beta reader shortly. Volunteers/victims are welcome.
While the Tempest Hurled
Summary: They thought it was all over, but it wasn’t. It hadn’t started yet.
Part I: One Spoilt Spring
The sky looked like sodden tissue, crumpled and grayish. The wind was high, and Lex pulled his coat more tightly around his shoulders. The cornstalks in the field beside the plant were shaking, whispering secrets to one another, and he wondered if someone had told them Clark’s – Clark the golden, like King Midas whose secrets had been revealed by the rustling of the reeds.
Lex became aware of another noise, something cycling, like a car engine or a compressor. He couldn’t place the source, though he turned a full circle.
It took him a minute to look up, into the belly of the thing descending like the mountain coming to Mohammed.
“Clark,” he said, not really noticing his own voice, and began to run.
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You know I'd love to beta this, right? Because ME+Alien!Clark=4eva. But I can't even look at anything until April 17th (after taxes, after Seder), so if you've got a better offer, go for it.
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I'm very excited for this!