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Sedna
Bending Unit
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<Zoidberg>More. More. MORE!</Zoidberg> Seriously, I about jump out of my seat every time I see that you've updated. This is quickly turning into one of my favorite stories. I absolutely love the callback to 4x12. The idea of them switching those particular places isn't unique by now, but her saying similar things - I had to grin. The one thing I'd suggest is, what's the daughter look like? Really, the only description is extremely sparse. Leela wordlessly took the pad and signed it. The Director picked her daughter up from her crib and handed her to Leela. Despite Fry’s peril, her internal fear and sadness, she couldn’t help but have her breath taken away. If that were a one time thing to keep us hanging on, I'd understand - but it seems like we've not gotten a chance to see this little girl at all. Unless you're waiting for a part where the reader can really look at her through Fry and Leela's eyes (after they realize what's really [not]wrong with her?), perhaps? But that's the only thing bugging me. Can't wait for another update! (I know, we're insistent little buggers, aren't we? )
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FuturamaPac
Professor
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The thing I really like about this story is that there is no 'nasty plot' as such, Fry and Leela keep caring no matter what happens. Great, great story so far
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FuturamaPac
Professor
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Yeah, have you got any ideas for a new story Sine?
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Sine Wave
Liquid Emperor
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« Reply #62 on: 04-30-2007 15:33 »
« Last Edit on: 04-30-2007 15:33 »
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Well, I've spent the last two weeks lying in bed on hydrocodine, so I should probably have something to show for it. For you guys that means a sneek-peek at what I'm working on. I'm such a tease.
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!” Phillip J. Fry exclaimed, running down the stairs from apartment 1I. His momentum carrying him through the front door, he paused and stood in triumph on the street. He could hardly believe what had just happened, he had finally done it. Of course the opera didn’t go quite as he had planned, but he still couldn’t be happier with the result. He’d been holding in his exuberance while he walked Leela home so he wouldn’t mess anything up, but now he was alone, and free to hoot and holler as much as he could. He ran and jumped in circles down the street, yelling and singing with joy. He even tried to swing on a lamppost, but he fell in the process. He got up laughing; he didn’t care. It was the happiest night of his life.
Turanga Leela leaned against the inside of her apartment door, the warm smile she’d had as Fry walked her home from the opera still lingering on her face. As she made her way across her living room, she heard Fry’s echoing cries of celebration ring through the building, and her grin grew wide enough to let out a chuckle. She looked down from her recently installed window and saw Fry dancing in the street, like a puppy imitating Gene Kelly. He was so cute when he was happy, and she hadn’t seen him like this since, well, when they were married. It made sense though; she had just fulfilled his reason for living. She couldn’t quite explain it, but the fact that he had written an opera for her, just so he could show her how he felt inside, what he had always been trying to say to her but couldn’t, made something inside her click, and the swirl of emotions she had for Fry coalesced into something understandable, like a game of tetris in her heart. And that led to what for so long was the unthinkable. It wasn’t just finally giving in, either. No, she wanted it almost as much as he did. Watching Fry eventually round the corner and disappear out of sight, her only wish was that Friday night wasn’t five days away.
The Dolomite Maneuver
Coming soon to a computer near you!
*Warning* Title, subject, and wording subject to change at author's discretion. Void where prohibited. Can be returned in for 2 cent refund in Maine and Hawaii. No purchase necessary.
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FuturamaPac
Professor
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Now this is a story I can't wait to hear! You will inform me when you've finished part 1, won't you Sine?
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