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libra_travellerTitle: How it Started
Author: libra_traveller
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Why Rodney is claustrophobic.
Author's Note: This is the bare bones of the story (pun intended) that I plan to expand on if I ever find the time.
When Rodney was eleven, his cat died. He had her buried in his backyard, holding a ceremony and everything. The neighborhood bully lived next door and grimly watched as Rodney poured dirt over the tiny furry body, tears streaming down Rodney’s face.
Days later, this bully, Frankie, and his gang, three other boys around the same age, cornered Rodney after school and dragged him bodily to an empty cemetery. Frankie’s hands clamped down on Rodney’s shoulders as the three other boys began digging up an old grave made before coffins were widely available.
“You’re some sort of grave slut with your stinking dead cat, aren’t you? Want to be close to that pussy, know what it’s like? Here’s your chance.” And then Frankie pushed Rodney into the deep grave and he fell hard onto the sharp bones, them digging into his hands and knees.
Rodney who had been quiet until then, shouted up. “Get me out of here you fucking imbecile! I’ll tell your parents!”
The response was a shovel full of hard dirt hitting Rodney in the head and knocking him down. He lay stunned as another mound of dirt covered his face and he found he couldn’t breathe. His arms and legs flailed as he tried to stand back up but the bones kept causing him to slip.
As more dirt covered him and he found he couldn’t move or see; Rodney began to panic, letting dirt in his mouth as he tried to breathe. He started to choke on it. His mind became hazy and the dark began to swallow him.
He began to hear a high pitched screech from far off, and then a heavy weight fell on top of him. Small hands began frantically clawing at the dirt on his face. The voice bade him breathe as the hands shook his head. He coughed out dirt and took a shaky breath. Opening his eyes it took Rodney a second to recognize Jeannie and then he smiled in relief.
Jeannie unburied his arms so that he could help get the dirt off of him. When they climbed out of the grave, the boys and Frankie were gone. Walking home Rodney leaned on Jeannie.
Author: libra_traveller
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Why Rodney is claustrophobic.
Author's Note: This is the bare bones of the story (pun intended) that I plan to expand on if I ever find the time.
When Rodney was eleven, his cat died. He had her buried in his backyard, holding a ceremony and everything. The neighborhood bully lived next door and grimly watched as Rodney poured dirt over the tiny furry body, tears streaming down Rodney’s face.
Days later, this bully, Frankie, and his gang, three other boys around the same age, cornered Rodney after school and dragged him bodily to an empty cemetery. Frankie’s hands clamped down on Rodney’s shoulders as the three other boys began digging up an old grave made before coffins were widely available.
“You’re some sort of grave slut with your stinking dead cat, aren’t you? Want to be close to that pussy, know what it’s like? Here’s your chance.” And then Frankie pushed Rodney into the deep grave and he fell hard onto the sharp bones, them digging into his hands and knees.
Rodney who had been quiet until then, shouted up. “Get me out of here you fucking imbecile! I’ll tell your parents!”
The response was a shovel full of hard dirt hitting Rodney in the head and knocking him down. He lay stunned as another mound of dirt covered his face and he found he couldn’t breathe. His arms and legs flailed as he tried to stand back up but the bones kept causing him to slip.
As more dirt covered him and he found he couldn’t move or see; Rodney began to panic, letting dirt in his mouth as he tried to breathe. He started to choke on it. His mind became hazy and the dark began to swallow him.
He began to hear a high pitched screech from far off, and then a heavy weight fell on top of him. Small hands began frantically clawing at the dirt on his face. The voice bade him breathe as the hands shook his head. He coughed out dirt and took a shaky breath. Opening his eyes it took Rodney a second to recognize Jeannie and then he smiled in relief.
Jeannie unburied his arms so that he could help get the dirt off of him. When they climbed out of the grave, the boys and Frankie were gone. Walking home Rodney leaned on Jeannie.
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on 2007-05-05 06:47 pm (UTC)And that would be a good reason to get claustrophobia.
OT: podfic of sheafrotherdon's kissing fest fics
on 2007-06-05 05:24 pm (UTC)Hi,
I contacted
Obviously to actually make the album I need to get permission from all the individual writers.
Would you mind if I recorded a podfic of the story you posted for it? I am happy to give you access to the recording before it is released, for feedback if you require.
I intend to post the podfic album on my lj, as well as
I really enjoyed all the stories that were written on the back of the kissing-fest. There is a really great range of different stories.
Hope to hear from you,
best wishes,
Re: OT: podfic of sheafrotherdon's kissing fest fics
on 2007-06-05 06:13 pm (UTC)Re: OT: podfic of sheafrotherdon's kissing fest fics
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