DISCLAIMER: Don't own Holes. Don't own Squid. Don't own Zigzag. Do own a copy of the book. Did come up with the term "Squidzag".
My first Squidzag. Inspired by LibertySpiked, when I told her to go read Squidzag 'cause it's hot. She wrote one, showed it to me, then asked 'bout my ideas. Well, these are my ideas.
"Just Watching."
By Saint Aura.
Just watching.
Standing in my hole. It's only two foot deep even though it's nearly noon. If I dig any deeper, I won't be able to see him.
Him. The epitome of perfection - yeh, I know big words.
Zigzag. With those amazing blue eyes. They're crystaline, like a pool of water that I could jump in to and just float in forever.
I could get lost in those eyes. Drown, never to be seen again.
And I'd love it.
There's no water 'round here for miles, just the brown, dirty shit Mr Sir and Mom give us every two hours.
But then there's Zigzag. Yep, everything comes back to Zigzag. Thinking about water, thinking about Zigzag's eyes. Thinking about the heat, thinking about how hot Zigzag is. Thinking about the things I could be doing if I were at home. Hanging out, watching TV...
Or staring at the cracked TV screen in the wreck room.
Like Zigzag.
He's crazy.
And I like it.
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Getting to watch Squid is worth not digging my hole for. It's either dig, or watch Squid.
Watch Squid. I'd rather watch Squid than dig.
I'd rather do most things than dig. No one likes digging. Well, except for Zero, but he's a freak.
Everything here is bleak and pastel. The sky is pale blue. The few clouds are dirty grey. The landscape is beige and light brown. Our suits are fluro orange, but that's the exception to the rule.
Then there's Squid.
He has these amazing dark eyes, contrasting against perfect white skin. His shaggy chocolate hair fits in to the mix perfectly.
He's dark and light, not pastel and plain.
And fuck, he's gorgeous...
To be continued.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yeh, uh, I came up with the idea of having Squid find Zigzag in the tent, which LibertySpiked used, so this is my own spin off. We each kinda wrote a variation on the theme and this is mine.
My first Squidzag. Inspired by LibertySpiked, when I told her to go read Squidzag 'cause it's hot. She wrote one, showed it to me, then asked 'bout my ideas. Well, these are my ideas.
"Just Watching."
By Saint Aura.
Just watching.
Standing in my hole. It's only two foot deep even though it's nearly noon. If I dig any deeper, I won't be able to see him.
Him. The epitome of perfection - yeh, I know big words.
Zigzag. With those amazing blue eyes. They're crystaline, like a pool of water that I could jump in to and just float in forever.
I could get lost in those eyes. Drown, never to be seen again.
And I'd love it.
There's no water 'round here for miles, just the brown, dirty shit Mr Sir and Mom give us every two hours.
But then there's Zigzag. Yep, everything comes back to Zigzag. Thinking about water, thinking about Zigzag's eyes. Thinking about the heat, thinking about how hot Zigzag is. Thinking about the things I could be doing if I were at home. Hanging out, watching TV...
Or staring at the cracked TV screen in the wreck room.
Like Zigzag.
He's crazy.
And I like it.
///
Getting to watch Squid is worth not digging my hole for. It's either dig, or watch Squid.
Watch Squid. I'd rather watch Squid than dig.
I'd rather do most things than dig. No one likes digging. Well, except for Zero, but he's a freak.
Everything here is bleak and pastel. The sky is pale blue. The few clouds are dirty grey. The landscape is beige and light brown. Our suits are fluro orange, but that's the exception to the rule.
Then there's Squid.
He has these amazing dark eyes, contrasting against perfect white skin. His shaggy chocolate hair fits in to the mix perfectly.
He's dark and light, not pastel and plain.
And fuck, he's gorgeous...
To be continued.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yeh, uh, I came up with the idea of having Squid find Zigzag in the tent, which LibertySpiked used, so this is my own spin off. We each kinda wrote a variation on the theme and this is mine.