Test Fic

Submitted by TestCreator on Mon, 01/20/2020 - 23:37

Thus have I told thee all my state, and brought
My story to the sum of earthly bliss,
Which I enjoy; and must confess to find
In all things else delight indeed, but such
As, used or not, works in the mind no change,
Nor vehement desire; these delicacies
I mean of taste, sight, smell, herbs, fruits, and flowers,
Walks, and the melody of birds: but here
Far otherwise, transported I behold,
Transported touch; here passion first I felt,
Commotion strange, in all enjoyments else
Superior and unmoved; here only weak

A Gift

Submitted by metoo on Sat, 03/09/2019 - 10:02

This is the English translation. The Swedish original be be accessed here.

A PDF version of this text can be accessed here.

This piece of fan fiction is based on John Ajvide Lindqvist’s novel Låt den rätte komma in. Features that have been fetched from the novel are his work; however, he is in no way to be held responsible for the work below.

It was a night in November and Eli was on his way from his previous place to the next one. He was travelling on foot, of his choice as much as of necessity. The few pennies he had rattling in his pocket would not have been enough for either train or bus tickets, but he didn’t complain. He liked to walk, was used to it. After all, he had already lived more than a century the first time he even saw a train, and then another couple of decades passed before he had the opportunity to travel with one. Buses and cars were a novelty in the context. He had never tried airplanes.

En Gåva

Submitted by metoo on Sat, 03/09/2019 - 09:47

This is the Swedish original text. An English translation is provided here.

En PDF-version av denna text kan nås här.

Detta stycke fan fiction baseras på John Ajvide Lindqvists roman Låt den rätte komma in. Element som hämtats från romanen är hans verk, emellertid ska han på inget sätt hållas ansvarig för nedanstående text.

Det var en natt i november och Eli var på väg från det förra stället till nästa. Han färdades till fots, av eget val lika mycket som av nödtvång. De få slantar han hade skramlande i fickan skulle inte ha räckt till varken tåg- eller bussbiljett, men han beklagade sig inte. Han tyckte om att gå, var van vid det. Trots allt hade han ju redan levt mer än ett sekel första gången han ens såg ett tåg, och sedan hade det dröjt ytterligare ett par decennier innan han fick tillfälle att resa med ett. Bussar och bilar var en nymodighet i sammanhanget. Flygplan hade han aldrig provat.

Part XI: Here Comes the Boogeyman

Submitted by SpartanAltego on Wed, 10/03/2018 - 16:24

Let the Long Night End
Part XI
Here Comes the Boogeyman

Children, have you ever met the Boogeyman before?
No, of course you haven't, for you're much too good I'm sure
Don't you be afraid of him, if he should visit you
He's a great big coward, so I'll tell you what to do:
Here comes the Boogeyman!

"It was a strong effort of the spirit of good; but it was ineffectual. Destiny was too potent, and her immutable laws had decreed my utter and terrible destruction." – Frankenstein

1982, October 23rd

Part X: Hold Back the Night

Submitted by SpartanAltego on Mon, 08/27/2018 - 03:01

Let the Long Night End
Part X
Hold Back the Night

When you left
You took the sun right out of the sky
I'm wondering why you went away
Never told me, told me why
And then the sun goes down and the moon is clear
Scared to death 'cause your face appears

“Just a boy and a girl in a little canoe
And the moon shining all around
He paddled his paddle so
You couldn't even hear a sound
And they talked and they talked
Till the moon grew dim,
He said you better kiss me
Or get out and swim
So what you gonna do in a little canoe

Part IX: Misty

Submitted by SpartanAltego on Sun, 06/24/2018 - 05:44

Let the Long Night End
Part IX

Look at me
I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree
And, I feel like I'm clinging to a cloud
I can't understand,
I get misty just holding your hand

“A baker lives here in the city,
He bakes cookies mostly all-day long.
He bakes big ones, he bakes small ones,
He bakes a few with sugar on top.

And in his window hangs Christmas tree decorations
And horses, pigs and gingerbread.
And if you're kind you can have some,
But if you're bad you must leave!” – Sockerbagaren: A Christmas Carol

September 9th

Part VIII: Night and Day

Submitted by SpartanAltego on Tue, 06/12/2018 - 21:08

Let the Long Night End
Night and Day

Night and day, under the hide of me
There's an oh, such a hungry burning inside of me
And its torment won't be through
Till you let me spend life makin' love to you

“I won’t leave you, I won’t leave you
until you fall asleep and dream of the place
where nothing is red.
When is a monster not a monster?
Oh, when you love it.”

September 4th

Part VII: Time Has Told Me

Submitted by SpartanAltego on Tue, 05/22/2018 - 05:45

Let the Long Night End
Part VII
Time Has Told Me

Time has told me; You came with the dawn
A soul with no footprint; A rose with no thorn
Your tears they tell me, there’s really no way
Of ending your troubles
With things you can say

“But when he clearly recognized the pilot,
He cried: “Make haste, make haste to bow the knee!
Behold the Angel of God!” – The Divine Comedy, Purgatorio, Canto II

September 3rd
Waynesboro, West Virginia

Part VI: After You've Gone

Submitted by SpartanAltego on Sat, 05/12/2018 - 02:13

Let the Long Night End
Part VI
After You’ve Gone

Oh, after the years, we've been together
The joy and tears and all kinds of weather
Someday, blue and downhearted
You'll long to be with me right back where you started
After I'm gone, after I'm gone away

“Hunting is a relic of the barbarous spirit that thirsted formerly for human blood, but is now content with the blood of animals.” ―Christian Nestell Bovee

1982, August 12th
Near Charlottesville, West Virginia