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Infected |
moonvibe34 |
LTROI-Film |
Eli, I see you under the light of a jealous moon
on a bleak night.
Your dark beauty is magnified against the bleached
white innocence of fresh snow.
Cast your gaze upon me with those supernatural
eyes, for such is my desire.
Speak to me with the melody that is your voice and
I will be comforted.
Share your smile with me and reveal your true nature,
I am not afraid.
Open to me the dark recesses of your soul, I shall not
cringe.
Take my embrace and accept my warmth, I will not
withdraw.
Let me care for you. I am willing. |
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Hunted |
AussieDogs |
LTROI-Film |
The following work is fiction based on and derived from the novel Let the Right One In by John A. Linqvist and the film of the same name. The characters and basic story elements in this work were created by Mr. Linqvist. No copyright protection applies.
Hunted |
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Torpor |
moonvibe34 |
LTROI-Novel |
My spirit is weak and my mind weeps.
The hopes of this life have become daggers that have pierced my soul.
My wounds I fear are mortal.
My fractured heart has bled out, my veins have collapsed.
My essence is starved, craving the delicacy of life.
I feel the rot and decay of my soul within push toward the surface.
I cannot let this be. I shall retreat within myself until the sun sets on a better day.
Will I find solace in the depths of my mind or shall I be consumed by the rot within?
Can a soul be revived? |
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Letters |
Wolfchild |
LTROI-Film |
I got the idea for this piece from a_contemplative_life and the excellent thread that he started: "Dear Eli; Dear Oskar". (Thanks, a_c_l.)
In that thread I had written a letter from Oskar to Eli in response to someone else's letter where Eli asked Oskar if he wanted to be turned. I have recycled my letter in this piece.
This work is based upon characters and a story created by John Ajvide Lindqvist. I assert copyright over any portion not subject to the copyright of John Ajvide Lindqvist. |
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Hunted, part 2 |
AussieDogs |
LTROI-Film |
The following work is fiction based on and derived from the novel Let the Right One In by John A. Linqvist and the film of the same name. The characters and basic story elements in this work were created by Mr. Linqvist. No copyright protection applies.
Hunted, part 2
In an abandoned farm root cellar, Oskar sat on the edge of the old sofa that served as Eli’s bed, staring down at a sheet of paper. In dim lantern light, it was difficult to read the carefully printed lines, and the ink was starting to run as tears landed heavily on the paper.
To my beloved Oskar: |
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Fate's Favor |
moonvibe34 |
LTROI-Film |
Oskar and Eli hear my voice and ponder my words.
To most Fate is cruel and scornful, a tyrant who delights in the
misery of man.
Yet upon your two souls she has cast favor and allowed your lives
to mingle.
Esteem lightly not her favor for she is proud and takes delight in the
sorrows of those who refuse her.
In her morbid collection of mankind's aspirations she takes much joy.
Oskar, cling to that which so many have striven, bled and perished
for without ever knowing fully.
Understand what is before you, look not with your eyes. |
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Oskar hugs Eli behind the candy store |
sauvin |
LTROI-Film |
(Interior running monologue in one of my interpretations of Eli's character at the candy store. Cleaned up from an original that may still surface, and amplified somewhat, but you still probably don't want the kids reading it.)
He's asking me to wait here. Oh, he's getting candy? I used to like candy, didn't I? I don't remember. Ugh, that stuff stinks! How can people eat it? Why do people have to eat so much?
Oh, crap, there's a cat. I didn't see it in time. Good thing it's behind glass. I really don't feel like killing anything right now. Not with Oskar right here. Did Oskar see the cat spazz out at me? No, he was looking the other way. Nobody saw it. Good. Very good. I'll just move away a little. |
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My Oskar |
moonvibe34 |
LTROI-Film |
Oskar, You are the answer which my soul has been
longing for.
How could I have fathomed that my salvation would
come to me bearing a puzzle of colors?
The warmth of your kindness has melted the icy
barricades within and awakened my hope.
Your unyielding acceptance causes me to fear the
loss of that which I have found and find precious.
Your sincere embrace gives my mind reason to
tremble yet causes my heart to leap.
Too many scores have passed since I knew the
sun but in you I know true light. |
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NOTHING - a poem |
pristidae |
LTROI-Film |
N O T H I N G
Piteous
Nameless neighbor,
Accursed wastrel, who
Like the uncanny vixen
Lanky, skulks unseen the
Unkempt periphery of settled life.
Enfant terrible,
Spectral, savaged gelding,
Long ago infected
With a loathsome lineage of bite and night
Disconsolate, despised
A life two-centuries lifeless.
I mourn for you
Unwelcome orphan
Who like an ancient,
Chthonic goddess,
Was cast away
Mutilated, damaged always,
Forever in famine -- never satiated,
Left ravening for floods of blood
To fill her toothy maw |
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Her Onyx Wings |
THXboy |
LTROI-Film |
Forever will she be this way
A child hunting for her prey
Murdering the world around
Upon her onyx wings
My savior, her hand rests in mine
The pact we hold is love sublime
A necessary companionship
With her, I shall remain
We are each imperfect beings
Distant fringes of society's meanings
My existence lives alone
Beside her tattered smile
Her acts I never can repay
For her I will remain enslaved
And hold this love until I burn
In her immortal light
And until this mortal pulse has died
I shall never leave her eyes
For my flesh and blood remains
Beside her onyx wings |
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