beautiful prose
A collection of stories that I find the prose is incredibly well crafted, poignant, and/or stirs something in the heart.
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Making Sense of Chaos by SparkedToLife
Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Daredevil (TV), Captain America (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Jessica Jones (TV)
19 Jan 2017
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Spider-Man always hit the attempted rapists the hardest.
This was not due to some kind of personal connection.
It wasn't.
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the beginning of a new and brighter birth by aloneintherain
Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender
13 Jun 2018
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“I’m so proud of you, my nephew.” Uncle cups Zuko’s face in his lined hand. The gesture is so tender, his palm so warm, that Zuko has to take a fortifying breath against the sudden swell of emotion in his chest.
“I want to be a good leader, Uncle,” Zuko says. “I want to look after my people.”
“You will,” Uncle says. “You are, nephew.”
In a new era of peace, Zuko works to be a very different Fire Lord than his forefathers. Based on this tumblr post.
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Basic medicine and sanitation are simple. During the Warring Clans era, they become revolutionary.
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In the summer of 2011, psychiatrist and FBI consultant Dr. Hannibal Lecter travels with a crack forensic team to the murder capital of America to assist the New Orleans field office in hunting a possible serial killer. But bodies aren't the most interesting thing he finds when the water starts to rise.
Or, what would have happened if Will never left Louisiana?
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daughter of air: a cane and a conch shell by dirgewithoutmusic
Fandoms: The Little Mermaid - All Media Types, The Little Mermaid (1989), Den lille Havfrue | The Little Mermaid - Hans Christian Andersen
03 Nov 2014
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Ariel will not be sea foam or a queen. There is life beyond love. There is love in just living. Her true love will not be married on the morn--the prince will be married then, in glorious splendor, but he had never been why she was here.
Ariel traded her voice for legs to stand on, a chance at another life. When she poked her head above the waves, it wasn't the handsome biped that she fell for. It was the way the hills rolled, golden in the sun. It was the clouds chasing each other across blue sky, like sea foam you could never reach.
(She does reach it, one day, bouncing around in the back of a blacksmith's cart, signing jokes to him in between helping to tune his guitar. They crest up a high mountain pass and into the belly of a cloud. Her breath whistles out, swirls water droplets, and she reaches out a hand to touch the sky. Her feet will scream all her life, but after that morning they ache just a little bit less).