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Title: This is my letter to the World that never wrote to Me
Recipient:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
golden_d
Author:sariagray
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Suzie Costello, Jack Harkness, OCs
Spoilers and Warnings: NA. Spoilers for Everything Changes and They Keep Killing Suzie.
Summary: Like most women, Suzie Costello was once just a little girl. This is her story.
Beta:analineblue and queenfanfiction
Author Notes: I’d like to thankgolden_d for the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tw_femficfest prompt, “The first time Suzie discovers Emily Dickinson.” It was a really fun character study to explore, and it let me play, which is always fun. I hope this story satisfies! I’d also like to thank analineblue for being the other half of my fic-brain and patiently looking this over about ten times in every incarnation, from scribbled off-hand notes to polished story. Finally, a thank you to queenfanfiction for reading this over and offering such wonderful encouragement and cheerleading and giving me faith in my ideas and words. Without any of you, this thing would NOT exist. Also, I’m posting now, because it’s November 1st in New Zealand and I’ve decided that I’m from there today. (And tomorrow’s going to be frightfully busy.) So don’t think you slept through Halloween or anything. And don’t hate me. **Poetry is from Emily Dickinson. Not me.**
( Story here! )
Recipient:
golden_dAuthor:
sariagrayRating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Suzie Costello, Jack Harkness, OCs
Spoilers and Warnings: NA. Spoilers for Everything Changes and They Keep Killing Suzie.
Summary: Like most women, Suzie Costello was once just a little girl. This is her story.
Beta:
analineblue and queenfanfictionAuthor Notes: I’d like to thank
golden_d for the tw_femficfest prompt, “The first time Suzie discovers Emily Dickinson.” It was a really fun character study to explore, and it let me play, which is always fun. I hope this story satisfies! I’d also like to thank analineblue for being the other half of my fic-brain and patiently looking this over about ten times in every incarnation, from scribbled off-hand notes to polished story. Finally, a thank you to queenfanfiction for reading this over and offering such wonderful encouragement and cheerleading and giving me faith in my ideas and words. Without any of you, this thing would NOT exist. Also, I’m posting now, because it’s November 1st in New Zealand and I’ve decided that I’m from there today. (And tomorrow’s going to be frightfully busy.) So don’t think you slept through Halloween or anything. And don’t hate me. **Poetry is from Emily Dickinson. Not me.**( Story here! )
