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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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