“So, who wants to tell our beloved captain she needs to lighten up?”
“Not me. I told you about that time she got really pissed and started throwing things in the apartment. I ended up sleeping on the couch for a few days to not piss her off more. Uh uh. Not me,” Kami said.
“Not me. She scares me,” Marley chimed in.
All eyes turned to Dominic and suddenly he felt like the proverbial deer in the headlights.
“What? She don’t even like me, man,” he said.
“That is why you should be the one to do it. She already doesn’t like you so…you ain’t got nothin’ to worry about.”
Moving some stuff from the old writing blog to this one.
This was the flash fiction piece I had to write for a final submission in one of my MFA terms. It is fan fiction based off of a game, but I was limited on word count so I had to make some hard decisions what to leave in or take out. I hope you enjoy it. 🙂
She Who Is Death
Ella struggled to open her eyes. Her body felt like lead, heavy and dense. She lay there, wherever “there” was, and tried to use the rest of her senses to orient herself. She heard sea birds and waves crashing.
I must be on a beach. Why am I on a beach?
So, I didn’t win NaNoWriMo, but to be fair that is a pretty tough challenge. Especially if you are coming out of the gate from finishing an MFA and having to write your novel thesis like a bat out of hell.
That novel will never see the light of day. I needed to write it, but the farther I am away from it, the more I realize that it was meant to be only what it was and not published.
Enter the new WIP. Science fiction about people in space. I thought I would share a line or two of the 20k I have done (I have written more, but some of it I am not sure were to put and some if it is for another book in the series this should be so…anyway).
It’s a letter from my MC’s dad to her after his death.
My dearest Jewel.
How I have loved to watch you grow into the bright young woman you are. Your mother would have been so proud of you and all you have accomplished. You have her grace, you know? She always said you got your smarts from me, but you have her grace. She was a free spirit as well. She seemed as if she would float on the surface of the world, much like you do.
Do you remember the ship you wanted to build when you were a little girl? You said you wanted to live in space and always had the most wonderful ideas of how to get there. I never wanted to hold you back and so let your mind run with all the wonderful ideas. I remember working long into the nigh with you on your ship design. Your mother would often scold me to make you go to bed. I knew better. You could never sleep if you had an idea in your head. You called it Lotus after the flowers the Buddhist monks had in their temple on the Daikini. The ones that grew in the mud.
Well, my dearest treasure, I have started it for you. It took some work to get some of the algorithms right, but I think I may have worked it out how the engine will work with the solar sails. The skeleton of the thing is done, she just needs a little clothing and a crew smart enough to keep her disciplined.
I am afraid that I will not be able to see you finish it. I wanted to present you with what I had done on your birthday, but the physicians seem to think I do not have that long. So, I have no choice but to write this letter to you and give you my blessing. Your design is brilliant and I have no doubt that she will take you far.
Go sparkle and shine among the stars, my Jewel.
My love, always