Weapon of Choice

Write 1 Sub 1

“I know you’ve heard it a thousand times before. But it’s true — hard work pays off. If you want to be good, you have to practice, practice, practice. If you don’t love something, then don’t do it.” 

— Ray Bradbury

I’ve decided to join the fun at Write 1 Sub 1 for 2012. It’s a writing experiment following Ray Bradbury, is reported to have finished a story each week, mailed it out to a magazine, then started working on the next one. To start off, I’m not going to be jumping in at one story a week (I’ll reserve that for a future challenge), but I am going to join in the Write1Sub1 Monthly. I hope that will get me back to looking at short fiction, which I sorely neglected last year.

It seems like it will be crazy productive fun! :)

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A Writer’s Book of Days Exercise: Takeover

It started at the North end of the city, near the Cy factories. No one admitted to knowing how it started, but in these things, no one ever did. One witness said it was the generator, another the production furnace, and yet another claimed the offices. That last one was what we focused on, while the company went with the first.

Corporate line rules all.

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A Writer’s Book of Days Exercise: Masks

The first time the officers showed me a holo of Cayle, I said I’d never seen him. It was true, when you get down to it. I mean, I knew it was him because I’d seen the picture all over the place, but ceci n’est pas une pipe, and all that.

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A Writer’s Book of Days Exercise: Past

That’s the end.

I would make the same choice again. Even if time was still a concept out of my reach, I would not have changed that moment in the eternity I had to do so. Or so I believe. Must believe.

Because there is an end now.

It’s not gone, though. I had always thought they made choices, left them behind, left in what they call the past. It isn’t so. They carry their pasts around with them, dwell in them as much as we ever did, and now so do I.

Even if I wanted to, I cannot take it back.

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A Writer’s Book of Days Exercise: Movement

Ellison pulled the blanket tighter around his shoulders, and blew to watch the mist of his breath float up into the night sky. It faded as it went, long before it reached the stars. He tilted his head back, and wondered what it would take to reach them. If the old stories were true, people had known once.

“So this is where you’re hiding.”

He jumped as Brier joined him, settling herself on the edge of the cliff, frowning into the darkness below.

“I hate being up here at night.”

“Seeing the water wouldn’t help you if you fell.”

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Playing: Rise of Nightmares

Rise of NightmaresRise of Nightmares

Survive one hellish night as you fight hand to hand against undead enemies and mad scientists using the hands-free controls of Microsoft Kinect. Using knives, chainsaws and your bare hands, rip your foes limb from limb while uncovering the location of your kidnapped wife.

( Click to read more at XBox.com )

A Writer’s Book of Days Exercise: Leaving

When he was gone, it was just mom and I. She wanted me to forget about it, and just move on. I wasn’t very good at that, then. The night I left, she swore she’d never forgive me, that I shouldn’t bother coming home, all that jazz.

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