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goofing off
Dec. 29th, 2010 12:27 amI realized this morning that there were four days left of 2010, during which I'm taking vacation from work but my daycare is still open, giving me an unprecedented window of freedom. So I decided it'd be a bit of a hoot to see if I could write an entire short story in that time. Now, mind you, it's not like I already had a short story in mind -- it's true that I have several partially-written ones lying around, but they are either stalled or demanding to be longer than short stories, so I opted to start from scratch.
First, though, I took a three hour nap. (Yay, naps!)
In the end, I wrote about 500 words, completely winging things as I went, and I still really have no idea what I'm doing with this one. Anyhow, here's the (very raw, first-drafty) opening:
The man came across the red sands alone and on foot, the storm whipping at his back. He flailed his way through the shield lock with his one free arm, then stumbled through the inner seal and through the wide, wooden double doors to collapse to his knees on the old, worn carpeting. Still cradling a small case in his other hand, he unlocked the faceplate of his suit and took whooping, desperate breaths even as his eyes found the unimpressed gaze, neither welcoming nor otherwise, of the man who sat with his chin in his hands looking down upon him from the ancient and dusty desk. "By all the gods, old and new, loved and feared, named and unnamed, and fierce Ares highest among them all," the man on the floor said, "please, tell me you have a vacancy."
The man at the desk pushed his antique spectacles up his nose. "Do you have a reservation?"
I think it may just have some potential. Will see where it goes tomorrow, if anywhere.
First, though, I took a three hour nap. (Yay, naps!)
In the end, I wrote about 500 words, completely winging things as I went, and I still really have no idea what I'm doing with this one. Anyhow, here's the (very raw, first-drafty) opening:
The man came across the red sands alone and on foot, the storm whipping at his back. He flailed his way through the shield lock with his one free arm, then stumbled through the inner seal and through the wide, wooden double doors to collapse to his knees on the old, worn carpeting. Still cradling a small case in his other hand, he unlocked the faceplate of his suit and took whooping, desperate breaths even as his eyes found the unimpressed gaze, neither welcoming nor otherwise, of the man who sat with his chin in his hands looking down upon him from the ancient and dusty desk. "By all the gods, old and new, loved and feared, named and unnamed, and fierce Ares highest among them all," the man on the floor said, "please, tell me you have a vacancy."
The man at the desk pushed his antique spectacles up his nose. "Do you have a reservation?"
I think it may just have some potential. Will see where it goes tomorrow, if anywhere.
