Lyra makes pudding one night, but forgets why.
Cover art by the amazing and fantastic Lamia.
This is the first installment of the Sleepy Author Challenge.
What happened was that I wrote this at about two in the morning with no game plan and no editors or proofreaders. I also did this in one sitting. I did not, nor will I ever edit this myself. (My eyes still hurt.)
The prompt for this fic was "Lyra makes pudding at 4 AM," requested by Vargras.
Criticism is encouraged. Blank comments such as "5/5" or "MOAR" will be deleted. Quality not guaranteed.
Chapters (1)
Heh, Rugrats.
EDIT: Jesus Christ, that took a dark turn.
Ouch, my happiness.
Relevant:
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What even happened at the end? I'm so f*cking confused right now.
EDIT: Wait... so a horse-drawn carriage crashed into something and mortally wounded her? That's possible?!
Very nice. I like the repetitive use of wooden spoon on plastic as a break in between Lyra's memories. I liked her incredibly philosophical musings about why exactly she was making pudding so late at night.
I enjoyed that dark turn. It was a nice way to cap a fairly monotonous story.
I don't read fics, but for some reason I decided to read it... dunno why, but I like.
the emotion was good enough for me and I liked how it was all handled, the flashback and escapism and ever-increasing stirs, had affected me somehow
was enough to inspire a simple drawing in any case, so here you go
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Damn, considering the circumstances or not this is really good. Hell if I ever tried to do this I would be raped into oblivion by the thumb down god!
*before reading* . . . this is a "Romance"?
*half-way through* Oh! Okay, I get it.
*finishes reading* . . . I need to go make chocolate pudding.
You're my pal, Cheese, and I love you.
I love this story too.
Oh man, dark. Love it.
What the - this came off the new stories queue?! I refuse to believe that! This story is koala-tea! The new stories queue is only good for teenage wish-fulfillment and clopfics! Nothing good ever comes from there! There has to be some mistake!
*checks*
By George. There isn't. You, sir, are a credit to your people, and I wish to make you chocolate pudding as an act of congratulations.
I like it. A lot.
Simple, effective, harsh. Brilliant.
And you didn't edit it even one bit? My god, you can't tempt me like that! Oh wait, I'm writing this review after I already downloaded it and edited it... sorry...
You made me want chocolate pudding and I don't have any so screw you!
i saw the title and it vaguely reminded me of one of my own story that i published on here.
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THAT WAS AMAZING.
You should've seen my face at the end.
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Really dude? I was going to say that...
Well that went right on down to creepy town
Hooray! I predicted the ending, but you already know I can imagine... sad things. That didn't detract from it any, though.
Noticing the tags, I realize you tricked me into reading a romance, too. Well played.
It's funny, because you could copy this chapter a million times and paste them below each other and it'd all make sense.
That's a good thing :D
Loved it. Loved every word of it.
There goes your 90.00%
Upon further examination, here is everything that I found wrong with this story...
Problems with the story itself:
1. I didn't know you could get reservations at a diner. Even if it is extremely popular.
2. "It's the least I could do, Lyra. You earned it, buddy." Bon Bon smiled. "Buddy" seems out of character to me.
Grammatical problems:
1. 'special treat' should be "special treat."
2. Lyra felt her heart sank. <-- Self explanatory.
3.It was after the burgers came, after the brief, awkward silences between each bite, after the odd stares sent back and forth. The two of them didn't really say anything. Lyra felt a vibe going on, like the two were somehow meant for each other. Were words needed for something as simple as...was it love? That might've been a bit much, but it certainly didn't feel like anything less.
This whole paragraph just seems off structurally. Could use some reworking.
Other than those minor things, I still think the story is great.
This is such a sad story! Why didn't it have the sad tag?! Why didn't it have the tragedy tag?! It deserves both!!!
i think this needs the sad tag. i kinda connected to lyra when she was thinking about how bonbon might not like her. i think that all the time when i think about the person i like.
Well I thought I would be nice and give you a criticism on your story since you did so on ours (don't worry, I'm not going to be an ass about this. This is an honest review). Now I do like the idea of the spoon breaking some of the groupings to signify her snapping in and out of her mind. However, this did become repetitive and almost annoying. I am one of those readers that likes to put themselves in the story so when the spoon came in, it got to me more and more as I read on. I also like the idea of the tragedy between them but again, some of it annoyed me. Don't get me wrong, your writing was good but it almost sounds cliche about how a lover was in an accident. I myself have written a story similar starring AJ and Pinkie. All in all it was a good story. There is nothing to complain about and it certainly was a good read. Now I know that you've read Foxxy's stories, but I would be happy if you read mine. This may be difficult since Foxxy has moved into my account but you should read all of the stories that aren't recent. And once again, criticism is accepted.
My face right now:
I liked the story but really, some kind of warning, I wasn't prepared for such sadness.
amazing it looks like it needs a sequel or something but it is still great though sad
BRAVO!!!! Made me weep tears of joy.
Very good. especially from something written during the wee hours of the morning with no proofreader and done in one sitting. Not to mention the incredibly vague prompt of "Lyra makes pudding."
You know, the more I think about the circumstances involved in the creation of this story, the more impressive it is.
ow! that hit me right in the soul
My reaction:
HA HA! PUDDING! Lyra has lost control of her life!
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All good feelings are gone.
I never did wrote a comment for your fic Cheese?
Well, I guess I'll put one up and say that I was... surprised at how everything turned out and in the end, I felt that you wrote a pretty interesting and great fic.
(Before reading) lol, its a fanfic of one of my favorite memes!
(After reading) huh.... oh....
Seriously though, for something you wrote out in one sitting, at 2 am I might add, this wasn't bad. It was short but it hit rather hard.
556945 Well you could slap a pair of Kamina Shades on Lyra and make Lyra Pierces The Heavens at 4 in the morning.
Missing the Dark/Sad tag?
...
This was...
okay.
You don't like this story, do you cheese?
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But seriously, despite the head-desking amount of pudding puns spammed on chat, this was a good read.
Aha! Finally found it!
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It was great, but that really did come out of nowhere
In contrast with just about every story about hesitant romance, this one feels consequential, though in more of a "seize the moment" sense. I wouldn't say the end came out of nowhere, there was clearly something awry throughout, but it comes with a distracting clunk. It feels just a bit too forceful, and it killed some of the emotional clarity for me. Still loved the story, particularly the "No visitations" bit. Good luck on future writing.
Unlike Bolding's later work on a similar premise, this had a lot more back story... and I'd say that's working against it as it doesn't bring you up short like the other does, thusly lessening the emotional impact.
A.G.
That was surprisingly deep, and - somehow - i.. had a similar moment, but i was the one who was in the hospital for a very long time.
I couldn't say my best friend where i was, nor HOW i was, and since i haven't a family, no one else even knew that i was...
Sitting here, in the morning after a sleepless night, this fanfic just crawled deep under my skin.
It was short but so intense...
But it reminded me on something, and i have to say thanks for that.
Say your beloved friends, how much you appreciate them, day by day, care for them, and never NEVER end a day with an arguement.
It could be the last time you see each other.