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Each Tuesday, rather than a POSSIBLY
IRRITATING ESSAY, I'd like to both challenge you and lend a helping hand. I
generate more speculative and teen story ideas than I can ever use. My family
rolls its collective eyes when I say, "Hang on a second! I just have to
write down this idea..." Here, I'll include the initial inspiration
(quote, website, podcast, etc) and then a thought or two that came to mind. These
will simply be seeds -- plant, nurture, fertilize, chemically treat, irradiate,
test or stress them as you see fit. I only ask if you let me know if anything
comes of them.
Current Event: http://www.livescience.com/25559-dragons.html
Iceflame swooped
down on the forces of the Jade King. The United Warmachine was a pathetic, patched
together conglomeration of cavalry, siege machines, motorized tanks, and
flyers. He gathered a breath to let loose a searing blast. A geometric
kaleidoscope sprang to life before him. Before he could back wing, the
kaleidoscope grabbed him and violently twisted him into a place he couldn’t
understand at first.
From his belly,
Durdleslip said, “What the hell’s going on out there? Your guts clenched up so
tight I thought I was back in the constrictor!”
“I’m…” Iceflame
stammered then closed his mouth. He hadn’t uttered a sound anywhere but in his
mind. He couldn’t hear anything at all. I thought, “Space. We’re in space.”
Durdleslip squirm
and felt Iceflame’s stomach surge, saying “No one can hear you scream, my host.”
“Shut up,” thought
Iceflame.
“Let me see what
you see!”
Iceflame shuddered
and Durdleslip could see. If he breathed, he’d have gasped. Instead, he turned
into a tumescent corkscrew, thinking, “Turn it off! Turn it off!”
Iceflame didn’t,
amazed by the sight of the blue and white swathed, compressed octahedron
spinning slowly below him. Continents visible through the clouds were normal,
rough-edged. He reached out to hold the strange, living world between his
claws.
“Turn it off!”
Durdleslip wailed. There was a pause, then “Spikes!”
Pain lanced –
literally – through Iceflame’s guts. He screamed in silence then tumbled into a
fall.
By the time a
rescue shuttle rapidly detached itself from a ramshackle, castle-like space
station orbiting Tetra World, Iceflame was unconscious…
Names: Artificial names
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