Reviews for Bullet with butterfly wings
Lunaliceazreal chapter 1 . 9/19/2015
Very unique
deleted2012 chapter 1 . 2/24/2010
Very incredibly different, so amazing. I don't know where you came up with the idea, but I'm glad you did.

x Smaginn
higher than sky high chapter 1 . 5/8/2008
lskdafkjdshg. dang.
anie chapter 1 . 3/28/2008
beautiful :( very sad.
Cuban Sombrero Gal chapter 1 . 12/19/2007
Obviously this is incredibly AU, but Frayed Misfit put this in the Character Sketches archive, and I thought I'd check it out.

Your imagery is amazing. D It's sensual, and everything seems so real, and I almost felt as though my tongue was being ripped out (which is horrible, but a definite testament to your ability as an author).

Great work.
prince candy chapter 1 . 6/20/2007
Good christ, that was wonderful.
Taita chapter 1 . 6/22/2006
Why?

so.. beautiful yet.. deadly. so...dark tinted with the soft fingers of sorrow and death,... slowly tightening
wild wolf free17 chapter 1 . 4/14/2006
Oh, so bitter and well done.
taemin chapter 1 . 12/5/2005
It's haunting yet... beautiful, in a way.
SmallInsect chapter 1 . 11/23/2005
I like it. Rather deep and interestingly put. Sent a bit of a chill to me. Your grammar was also good.
Gerik Phan chapter 1 . 4/4/2005
Silence is the most deadliest of poisons anywhere
missmee chapter 1 . 11/16/2004
You have a way with words that many people would aspire to have. There isnt much I can say that has not already been. How do you fit emotions into words. I cant even explain why I love this sotry.
SidheLady chapter 1 . 5/10/2004
Ha ha ha, you named it after a smashing pumpkins song?
randomglitter chapter 1 . 3/23/2004
'So you dare me to push you? So I dare you to jump.'

Dear god, this was utterly horrifying, but the language was beautiful. I think it could have been better if it were a little longer, a little more fleshed out, but it's still a perfect vignette. I loved it.
Kiye chapter 1 . 1/31/2004
As a child she used to spend the summer evenings in her father's garden of the hypnotized roses, counting the falling stars under a sky of ink black. These summer evenings she counts the falling men but has no tongue to make a wish.
Brilliant transition.
She is still standing there when the morning sun spreads in the grey sky like a punctured egg yolk. The wind comes up behind her, wearing a blue cape, bringing a scent of summer, anise and sesame. It says: 'So you dare me to push you? So I dare you to jump.'
I really have no words.
34 | Page 1 .. Last Next »