I was doing my daily lurking (since I don’t have much time online, I just scan the boards quickly) when I saw you posted a fic.*NUMFAR! DO THE DANCE OF JOY*

I couldn’t resist reading it, I would have left FB, but I’m trying to maintain my lurking status b/c I’m not really reading fics right now and I don’t want everyone else who I haven’t left FB for, to be hurt w/ me. I know I’m silly but I can’t help it I was born that way, hee!

Anyhoo, you are brilliant. I adore anything from you; your writing is so descriptive and full of emotion. When I read your work, I feel like I’ve been placed in the story, that I am Angel and I feel everything he does. I know that’s how you are supposed to feel when reading a story, but very few authors actually make me feel that.

Well, now that I have had a taste of more Lysa, I need more….I’m going to have to either sweet talk or strangle your muse, but something has to work, cause I’m in desperate need of your writing!

Sorry to ramble on, I just got so excited.   —-Lissette

QUOTE:
Silence surrounded him. No longer did the din of demon howls or the sound of helpless souls crying out their torment fill his ears. The acrid scent of smoke, sulfur and death had been replaced by other long-forgotten ones. Jasmine and cedar mixed in the night breeze as it swept through the broken window pane, moonbeams filtering across the dusty floor to light his prison and the chains binding him to this hauntingly familiar place, home.

I know that’s a lot to quote, but what an opener. You so perfectly set the mood by contrasting hell with a relative peace. But even here, he’s in hell. Wonderful tone set with a small paragraph.

QUOTE:
Grasping the chains, he pulled against them until the stone cracked around the iron ring holding the thick metal links in place. Dust fell from the bracket, metal bending with a grinding screech until the chains finally dropped to the floor. He was free. Not just of the chains binding him or the world of pain and torment he had somehow escaped.

And again with the imagery. Perfect metaphor for his reappearance into this realm. And such a primal tone. This is really well done, Lysa. *sigh* I do so adore Lysafic.

B

No distraction here… Perfect ending!

The feeling of the fic is really unique, I personally thought it was Angels journey back on this plane of existing, leaving hell behind and all that mixed-up emotions and become more than a animal surviving, but once again a souled being searching for his purpose and finding his believe.

Short, but very moving, Lysa!

Lysa,

You already know how much I love this little ficlet, but I’m always glad of a reason to repeat it!

Fabulous  and now I can’t wait for another fix of Lysa fic *hint hint*

Hugs, Helen

I’m amazed by your ability to place me right into the head of the character you are writing. You are such a talented writer Lysa, whether it’s A/C NC-17 goodness, or an agnsty Angel POV, you never fail to leave me in awe! I hope this means your muse is well and ready to inspire you more   otherwise, I’ll be slipping back into my stalking boots.

Glad to see a new story by you. (And let me know if you want anymore homework assignments — I’ll be glad to oblige!) Looking forward to sitting down and reading! Thanks!!!

QUOTING LYSA:
I started off with a bang and then got distracted, so I think the ending is a little weak compared to the start.

I don’t think so.
The end is modest but still with raw emotions.

It’s really a great story!!

Lysa,
Scorchy was right A+ for this homework Assignment, and am with Liz if you need anymore homework just ask
from Kim

Hi Lysa,

Just read your homework piece and I really loved it.

I really love the way you combine words and images so creatively, it paints beautiful pictures in my head and I can see your story.

I just noticed at one point towards the end that there were some words missing in one or two places, not major words, just little ones and it kind of was more noticeable to me because I love your word artistry so much.

eg.

QUOTE:
As long as here, he was still hellhound.

I know this is such a tiny thing, when you are so creative and write so beautifully but I just thought I’d let you know. I mean I’m sure I miss words or use them wrong all the time, but because my writing isn’t at the level yours is, it’s not so noticeable.

Anyway, I hope I haven’t offended you by saying this. I really struggled with whether to mention it cos it is so petty, but then I thought well you can ignore it if you want. And it might not even be missing words, it might just be me, this is more probably the case lol.

Big hugs

AUTHOR’S NOTE:

No reader will ever ‘offend’ by providing me with honest help or creative criticism. So, if you see something that needs fixing, please tell me. If you have a question, please ask it. If you have a suggestion or think I was insane to write something…please tell me that, too.

As Trix said, your little bit of homework didn’t lose its punch, babes.

Yup; knowing it wasn’t the intention to write C/A…as sometimes that is why I write Wes drabbles. It clears me of the pressure I feel at sometimes being up t speed with my fave couple, and fics apart, like this, really clear away the cobwebs.

I have to say, I loved his slow realization of the end of B/A…I still personally think returning back to that angst love-match when he got back destroyed any poignancy I may have felt S1/2, so your pov on his thoughts post hell, were perfect in my book

Thanks so much for doing this- chuffties for me!

One last word…. I got the homework idea from Kye, who assigned me various ‘essay’s to fight my own block at the time, and not only did it help, but Kye posted my efforts on her live journal, and garnered me fb from other ships besides my own into the bargain! So big fat mwahs and licks to Kye and her fantabulous idea.

Beware out there….Cali could strike again and nab one of the lovely authors here….muwahahahahaha

Thanks for an extremely moving pov, Lysa. Luv ya loads.

10/10 and several gold stars!!

That was very evocative, Lysa. I think you captured Angel’s mood perfectly. I don’t know why you thought it got weak towards the end though this was wonderful:

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As Angel looked through the broken glass of the window pane, staring up at the moon, the echoes of demon howls and the cries of the helpless returned to fill his head. This was not the world of Acathla, but demons prowled the night just the same. There was no need to look for his own path, his personal destiny, it would simply find him.

Becky

Lysa,

I love the way you use words, your combinations evoke such beautiful imagery and sound so artistic and poetic.

QUOTE:
Nothing substantial was left behind the shattered fairytale they had created for themselves.

I like Angel’s thoughts, too bad he had to suffer in hell for 100 years to realize what I knew all along lol. Poor baby, I really felt for him after reading this.

Yay homework. Well done.

Hugs

Kat

QUOTING LYSA:

I started off with a bang and then got distracted, so I think the ending is a little weak compared to the start. 

QUOTING DIGITRIX:

I don’t think so. The end is modest but still with raw emotions.  It’s really a great story !!

Gotta hang with digitrix here…mostly because I heard she makes a mean margarita. Seriously, you have captured so perfectly a completely on target pov, totally believable and so in line with events. You set a great mood, and set a tone in which even out of hell, he’s still in a personal hell. Great piece and wonderful ending.

B

Lysa, I’ve already told you time and time again that I worship your writing you have got to post more– I’ll be sooooo sad if you decide to no longer write.

This was an incredible fic, you have certainly honed those writing skills. I felt as though I was in Angel’s head (kind of a scary place to be, in his pants would be better ), you write wonderful imagery.

Keep it up, you are to talented not too