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Dec. 28th, 2005 12:08 am| This Is My Life, Rated | |
| Life: |  5.3 |
| Mind: |  5.6 |
| Body: |  4.3 |
| Spirit: | 5.6 |
| Friends/Family: | 6.1 |
| Love: |  9.1 |
| Finance: | 5.7 |
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Dec. 28th, 2005
Fic: Be-four (SV, PG)
Dec. 28th, 2005 01:07 amThis was written for Constricted by Plot 2004 The theme was four...
Be-Four
by Angel
In Smallville, there is no concept of time. Oh, the clock ticks away and the calendar pages peel off one after another, but there are only two real times in Smallville: Before and After. Lex hears it everywhere, a constant subtext in the prairie speech, a jitter in the town’s pulse:
Before and After.
Before.
Before the day the sky opened and rained deadly green rocks. Before people died. Before there were normal folks and mutants. Before the Luthors came.
These things are all connected in the town’s collective mind like a poisonous vein of green meteor rock running under the surface. Luthors and mutants. Rocks and death. All the same in the common parlance, the truth of Smallville’s existence.
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Be-Four
by Angel
In Smallville, there is no concept of time. Oh, the clock ticks away and the calendar pages peel off one after another, but there are only two real times in Smallville: Before and After. Lex hears it everywhere, a constant subtext in the prairie speech, a jitter in the town’s pulse:
Before and After.
Before.
Before the day the sky opened and rained deadly green rocks. Before people died. Before there were normal folks and mutants. Before the Luthors came.
These things are all connected in the town’s collective mind like a poisonous vein of green meteor rock running under the surface. Luthors and mutants. Rocks and death. All the same in the common parlance, the truth of Smallville’s existence.
( Read more... )