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jackofallgeeks) wrote2004-07-15 01:24 pm
jackofallgeeks) wrote2004-07-15 01:24 pm
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So this guy, Warren Ellis, is having a 'Fast Fiction Friday' on some blog site he calls 'Die Puny Humans,' or something. At the encouragement of Kirt (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
xiombarg), I decided to put in one of my pieces. Quite a few of the older pieces I had were 150 words or less, far fewwer than the 200-word limit Warren imposed, but the later ones that I was really pleased with were rather far beyond the mark. When I stumbled onto A World of Darkness, I couldn't make myself pass it up. I still think it's my favorite piece out of my Anthology. But at just-over 400 words, it needed to be trimmed. I don't think it'll actually make it in, but Kirt helped me trim it, and here's what I sent out for F3, including my little biography:
Work, damn you!
With a whirr, Samson leaped over another gap between crowded buildings, landing hard. The hydraulics were failing.
He scanned for signatures before running over the roof. The mission had gone horribly wrong; his squadmates were already dead. This guy was worse than those nuts who believed they could fly; this guy didn't believe he couldn't fly.
A pipe grabbed his foot. A loud snap as his shoulder hit. Rainwater trailed down his face as he lay there, gasping up at the sky. Lightning revealed a figure suspended in the air.
It was the Deviant. He hung there, leather boots five feet up. Every so often blue-white energy would spider up his form. Despite the rain, his hair blew dry in the wind.
The Deviant spoke, though his mouth didn't move. A soft sound, but heard over even thunder.
"You and yours have held sway long enough. The Reckoning is upon us, and it is time for a change."
Samson struggled to get to his feet as the Deviant began to chant. A crack of thunder, and the last thing Samson saw was a wind-blown silhouette against a backdrop of purple and grey.
Then everything went white.
Andrew Portner is a Senior-level college student working toward a Computer Science degree. He likes techno, red meat, and kittens.
xiombarg), I decided to put in one of my pieces. Quite a few of the older pieces I had were 150 words or less, far fewwer than the 200-word limit Warren imposed, but the later ones that I was really pleased with were rather far beyond the mark. When I stumbled onto A World of Darkness, I couldn't make myself pass it up. I still think it's my favorite piece out of my Anthology. But at just-over 400 words, it needed to be trimmed. I don't think it'll actually make it in, but Kirt helped me trim it, and here's what I sent out for F3, including my little biography:Work, damn you!
With a whirr, Samson leaped over another gap between crowded buildings, landing hard. The hydraulics were failing.
He scanned for signatures before running over the roof. The mission had gone horribly wrong; his squadmates were already dead. This guy was worse than those nuts who believed they could fly; this guy didn't believe he couldn't fly.
A pipe grabbed his foot. A loud snap as his shoulder hit. Rainwater trailed down his face as he lay there, gasping up at the sky. Lightning revealed a figure suspended in the air.
It was the Deviant. He hung there, leather boots five feet up. Every so often blue-white energy would spider up his form. Despite the rain, his hair blew dry in the wind.
The Deviant spoke, though his mouth didn't move. A soft sound, but heard over even thunder.
"You and yours have held sway long enough. The Reckoning is upon us, and it is time for a change."
Samson struggled to get to his feet as the Deviant began to chant. A crack of thunder, and the last thing Samson saw was a wind-blown silhouette against a backdrop of purple and grey.
Then everything went white.
Andrew Portner is a Senior-level college student working toward a Computer Science degree. He likes techno, red meat, and kittens.
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* I know, that sounds wrong. Funny story: I met the woman I was dating at the end of HS in part through turning her on to Dick (sorry, couldn't resist). I don't know if y'all had "senior wills"... Anyway, we did, and (among other things), I 'left' her Philip K. Dick. Of course, wordcount was limited, and we knew what we were talking about, so I abbreviated it to just "Dick." Even capitalized, it got blacked out in the final copies... They also completely munged my Pontius Pilate quote in the yearbook, but that's another story...
Guys who just need Dick; really NEED it.
Curiosly, what Pontius Pilate quote, and how'd they mung it?
Re: Guys who just need Dick; really NEED it.
What got printed was: "You say you speak the truth. What is the truth?" - which is more like a casual, "I've heard your pitch and I'm interested, do you have any pamphlets I could read to find out more?"