Finding each other.
You know those stories that are few and far between? Ā You know the ones Iām talking about. Ā The ones where you go HOLY FUCKING SHIT about ALL THE THINGS and you arenāt even to Chapter 4 yet? The ones that seem to check off every box you both knew youāve been looking for and also those other boxes? Ā Those boxes you didnāt even know you had before this story?Ā Ā That single story you stumble across, simply by accident because you hadnāt originally been looking in that direction, or maybe the description was vague as shit (or even terrible), or the relationship wasnāt one of your top 3 favs so you stumbled across this random story by CHANCE. Ā YouĀ hadn't known to look here. Ā It surprised you completely. Ā Ā You read a sentence, and the one after that, and the next thing you know, you are 8 novel-length chapters in, re-reading the same fucking paragraph over and over, trying to BREATHE, because the wording and verbiage and emotion and characterization and plot just made your toes curl and some unknown tension released within, and you find yourself brimming with tears and sighing in goddamn satisfaction so much that your husband rolls over and demands to know what the fuck is wrong... And Iām not even talking about SEX. Ā I mean, thereās that too. Ā And the sex scenes are AMAZING as SHITBALLS. Ā So much so that itās hard to even sit still while reading. Ā But no. Ā Here, Iām talking about the something more. Those stories that you finish and you cannot WAIT to re-read because FUCK ALL, if THIS story isnāt the best thing youāve ever put your heart to. Ā It comes alive, the characters real, the emotion catching in your chest, the angst ripping your heart out. Ā
There is someone out there who wrote this. Ā A brilliant, amazing, creative, perhaps hurting, maybe even traumatized, real life human being, sitting in her house, or a park, or a coffee shop... putting pen to paper to release this story into the universe - because itās a story that just NEEDS to be told. Ā Maybe its escapism. Ā Maybe itās heartbreak. Ā Maybe its trauma. Ā Maybe its PASSION and enthusiasm. Ā Whatever the reason - someone MADE this happen. Ā It didnāt just fall out of their fingers. Ā
They created this because someone out there needs to read it.
The story is a gift, to you, from the writer. Ā Maybe the story was one they needed telling. Ā But it was worked over, concentrated upon. Ā Time was spent, effort. Ā Energy. Ā You know it took you hours, if not DAYS to read it. Ā
It took them longer to write it.
And it is just moving. Ā I am in pieces. Ā
Beautiful things donāt always look beautiful. Ā Ā
We donāt appreciate fanfiction authors enough. Ā Some of these rare beauties are just pieces of ART. Ā I came across a fic recently that reminded me yet again that there will NEVER be enough hours in the day to read these breathtaking stories. Ā This story also reminded me WHY I want to write, why I want to try and get this story sitting on my chest that Iām working on -Ā OUT, and better myself as an author. Ā Why I love fanfiction and this community that Iām just starting to tip my toes into and get to know. These fucking amazing stories. Ā I came across this dark as FUCK fic - and yes, sometimes the cursing is just NECESSARY. Ā This fic is one of the darkest Iāve ever read (which is saying a LOT), and no Iām not ready to share what fic it is quite yet. Ā Itās too new, Iām still too overwhelmed. Ā It was a hard read on so many levels, with so many layers that I canāt even begin to muddle through. Ā If I shared this fic today, while it is so raw,Ā Iām also sharing something about myself that Iām not ready to do so yet. Ā It feels too close, too vulnerable. Ā Maybe someone might look into that recommendation too far and ask a questionĀ I'm not ready to face myself, much less answer to anyone. Ā
For now, I need to protect myself by holding it close to the chest. Ā For today. Ā Maybe tomorrow Iāll be ready to release it. Ā Maybe not tomorrow. Ā Maybe next year. Ā Who knows. Iām talking about this story I re-read today, because I know there is someone out there who understands what Iām trying to say and where Iām coming from. Ā And friend, if you are anything like me, if you think you get me on some level - hell, on ANY level - please reach out and tell me Iām not so goddamn alone.
This story I read wasnāt written for every reader. Ā It wasnāt for the faint of heart, the innocent, the squeamish. Ā This story was for someone who has lived it. Ā Some things just canāt be told. Ā Some things have to have contextual RL experience for it to resonate as the writer intended. Ā The same stories are not for everyone. Ā But this fic, I just finished a re-read of it. Ā Well, what is written so far of it. Ā And Iām just sitting here in all my overwhelmed glory, because someone out there put into words the most amazing story. Ā And it made me feel ALL the things.
And sometimes, all the things isnātĀ āall the good things.ā Ā It was so hard to read at times... I know it was a pouring out of emotion and full of vulnerability and hurt. Ā It was eloquent. Ā It was astounding. Ā It was novel-length. Ā The characterization is real and captivating and mind-blowing. Ā I feel like Iāve experienced a paradigm shift. Ā These stories that you finish and they remain present at the forefront of your mind afterwards. Ā You canāt help but toĀ keep digesting and mulling, replaying moments, a feeling, a scene. Ā
Some of these stories are so much more thanĀ āfanfictionā and we are so blessed to have amazing storytelling in this format. Ā There will never be enough of a thank you to these authors - please keep producing. Ā There are so many things to feel, so many stories to tell. Ā
Donāt stop looking. Ā These amazing stories are out there, and just when you worry youāve read them all - another will find its way to you, and you to it, and itās a very beautiful thing to find each other.










