what do you think?

The tag on the Three Sentence Fic-a-thon has run out. Should I re-tag it to the top of my page or should I just let people find it through the link on my sidebar? I mean, LJ has pulled out the captcha and that makes it a little less fun to play... Should I make a entirely new post or just let this one fizz out and make a new one in a couple of months? What do all of you think?

I have been so productive today. I am amazed at myself and feeling mightily pleased. I did some studying for my History and Philosophy test on Thursday, then I finished a Norwegian presentation my group have tomorrow. Then I worked some more on my Ireland project which is due on Wednesday. I am just on fire today. And to make it even more shocking- I had fun doing it!

I think that when I get the time (next weekend probably) I'm going to re-organize my tags so they are easier to navigate.

Erasure: The Devil's Luck

Title: The Devil's Luck
Erased by: caramelsilver
Original text by: sgrio | With Cast Iron Blood
Fandom: Supernatural


for him when he arrived
all sharp edges and
booted foot on graveyard earth.
He held up the gun,
open the damn gate, or your brother spends eternity in Hell
Your choice.

the gate was open and
pressing hands
he was in Hell
he fell
You had to fall into blood.

The air was thick with sulfur and smoke
was black and grey,
mud and rock for miles.
clouds, black and roiling
above washed-out landscape.

It was easy to lose in Hell
no sun, no sky, for that matter.
He counted.
five hundred and fifty three
five hundred and twelve
a man came.

The Devil
out here was no trouble
you came all the way down here?
he could fix everything and save his brother
for eternity he stopped

turned to himself «I want my brother,»
he smiled a little; you can deal
the Crossroads came screaming and
his brother died for the world’s stupidest deal
killed one and damned both

his brother steeled himself, fixed a deal
I got this gun
I got this gun
let him go
Please

There’s fire and knives and pain
I promise
The Devil watched and there was sympathy

Fuck

give me the gun

the pocket of graceless magic that had to be
worth a soul

dear God, shoot the Devil

and a smile flitted across
A smile curled across

he looked up from the gun,
You would go to Hell for your brother
Well.
Something curled in his gut

went to hell, pulled him out

fire my two hands

legions under my control
I know you

this once
They had the Devil’s luck
Just this once.

A new TSF post

I have made a new Three Sentence Fic-A-Thon post: http://caramelsilver.livejournal.com/99143.html

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