like the weight of something

Trust me when I say that fanfiction (and its iterations: fanart, fanvids, fan signs, fansites) is/are a guilty pleasure. Reading/watching/gazing/surfing through various ways in which others have expressed their love for a particular fandom is always fun, if highly embarrassing.

Fanfiction is a scary place because there is so much of it, and because there is so many bad stories. It's a rarity when you can find a fully-realized, taut piece a writing that not only imbues the original story arc with more understanding but also fleshes out the canon.

I recently finished the Hunger Games trilogy (SO INCREDIBLE LET ME TELL YOU OMG OMG), and found the following story via livejournal. It would be an understatement to say that I enjoyed the story; I did. I cried at the end. Clutched my chest, bowed my head, and exclaimed oh my god.

Trust me when I say, The Unrecorded Hours is an incredible feat of storytelling, of well-wrought writing, of the guiltiest of pleasures.

I'm going to read this every day for the rest of my life.

The Unrecorded Hours | hollycomb | R | Livejournal