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"...what did I just even read." - Wintermist || "Pour la beauté du geste" || ooo || π

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It's said one doesn't truly learn the value of something until they lose it. For Vinyl, in this case specifically, that something happened to be silence. She knows things aren't going to get much better, either. She does hope, at the least, that she'll get to fall asleep quickly enough.


An entry into the A Thousand Words contest, under the "Angst" category.

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Comments ( 5 )

How do you pronounce L4R53N3?

Well now, this is pretty good sad story. Excellent depiction of Vinyl's mindset and thoughts going through what she is. Suffering that is not gratuitous, and understandable reaction to it. Just the right length for your word limit. A+ all around.

Oof. Painfully effective moment of personalized torment for Vinyl. The bitter irony, regret, and insultingly thin silver lining of physical recovery come together in a very effective form of angst. Thank you for it and best of luck in the judging.

Tears on the pillow. I remember when it was blood wetting it.

this really could be one of those ultra-short stories! so much background packed into so few words

It's unfair. I know life is like that, and I know I'm far from the first person who has any right to complain about it all things considered, but I'm not going to suck it up just because of that.

love how much character is in this line

Ear infection. I made it a point my whole life to go around with headphones all day long and blast music at concerts and parties from equipment I'm not even sure I'd be legally allowed to operate if anyone in charge of deciding these things got a look at it, and the thing that gave me tinnitus was a stupid ear infection. It's like the universe is mocking me.

and oof, it really is like that sometimes! when the expected bad reason is true, at least our brains get the satisfaction of having predicted the future correctly, even if it means blaming ourselves

Just have it start one day and force me to live with it, I'd have been fine with that. Well, no, I wouldn't have been, but I would have liked it better than what I got.

and oof, that grumbling and honesty in rumination, really been there, love it

You try coming up with music with that thing constantly going on, with no way to shut it off.

i do remember how distressing my tinnitus was when i first started hearing it, but at least my life and job and identity didn't revolve around making music! i can't imagine how hard it must have been then

But I think I know what the worst part actually is. It's not being able to hear her properly when she plays.

and oof, that is how you make this hit hard! this is what fanfiction is all about! these words are all that my brain needs to fill in the blank with everything wonderful i know about the OctaScratch ship, and what this loss really means. though this paragraph would have worked perfectly well without that connection, of course

I'd like to tell myself it's going to get better. That's what people usually do with this kind of stuff. Point is, it's not going to get better. I know it's not. The doctors have agreed it's not. It's only going to get worse, and it's only going to be made worse by the things I do to not have to deal with it as much.

and oof, yeah. it's nice to think that we always get better from these things, but no, sometimes things lost are permanently so, and we just have to learn to live with that. one of the many mundane tragedies of this world

I suppose it's actually closest to a synth sound, despite being as far away from that as possible. There's some irony in that, I guess. Again, really feels like the universe is having fun with me. Maybe one day I'll learn to laugh at this too. Maybe I'd better, considering there's no getting better and wallowing in misery won't do me any good.

aww, nice to see the seeds of Vinyl coming to the other side on this. that really is an irony to appreciate

Worst thing I ditch the project, and work on something with a single note held through the whole thing, just to give everyone else a taste of what it's like. Make it not fit the rest of the piece at all. Or maybe not. No reason to make bad music just because I can't properly enjoy the good stuff anymore.

augh, but that would make such great art that i would love because i am into stuff like that!

I think I'm getting there for tonight. That sweet spot where it's low enough for me to ignore it, and I'm tired enough to do so. I better stop thinking and sleep while I've got my chance.

and augh, a nice way to end it!


this was a wonderful character study of Vinyl, facing a loss that is relatively "small" compared to the deepest valleys of life, yet no less worthy of a story to mourn. wonderfully subtle stuff. thank you for writing this!

and i am definitely curious about the title, haha

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