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purplecthulhu at 10:48pm on 02/10/2005
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papersky and autopope, here are the beginnings of writing I'm working on...
(working on writing, working on getting published, working on revising...)
A Bright Shiny Night
It seems to be working faster tonight. We only took the dose half an hour ago, and even now I can begin to feel the rush. My heart beats faster, my skin feels warmer, the lights shine brighter. The electric glow is almost too bright. I look at Amy and can tell that she feels it too. I look out of the window. The earlier snow has stopped and it’s now a bright, clear winter’s night, the stars glinting and the moon shining bright and low over the apartment blocks. The night looks so wonderful, I want to be out in it, to feel the light on my skin, a cool clear light from above, not the tawdry imitation made by man. The cold holds no fears. My skin is warm and fresh. Nothing can chill it.
Gardner
It was a last ditch effort, but Carter wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he didn’t try something. His project was dying, and his career with it, so he’d brave altitude sickness, the ire of the observatory director and a night time dash to the summit to get the equipment working and back online.
The New Black
Sunday brings the day of rest for all grad students. Or at least that’s the law of nature that all grad students would like to follow. Not for me though. I had a marathon coming up in two months and had to be on the road early to be able to fit in a ten mile run before lunch and a lab shift in the afternoon. But, it being Sunday, I could take a few extra minutes over getting myself ready.
A Voice on the Street
I was walking back from the pub when Jack the Ripper spoke to me.
I was on the back streets near Liverpool Street station. Old back streets. Small and windy. Too narrow to get a car down, maybe too narrow for a hansom cab back in the days when they were built. Streets with history, that have seen things that are now written about in books.
In the Future Inescapable
Jackson will know the crime scene long before he arrives, but he will never have visited it in his official capacity. He will have been raised from his bed by the chief constable and sent to investigate since he was ‘on night call, and it’s one of your old haunts anyway’. The chief constable will not have enjoyed being woken up in the middle of the night with a demand from a college Master to sort out the death of one of his star academics, and he will have been passing on the pain to Jackson. And Jackson would have to put aside a caseload including a murder in Chilton, a serial rapist in Wantage, and an armed robbery gang operating in Cowley.
All of these are 'live' projects at some level. And yes there is a reason why the last one is in the future tense.
papersky and autopope, here are the beginnings of writing I'm working on...(working on writing, working on getting published, working on revising...)
A Bright Shiny Night
It seems to be working faster tonight. We only took the dose half an hour ago, and even now I can begin to feel the rush. My heart beats faster, my skin feels warmer, the lights shine brighter. The electric glow is almost too bright. I look at Amy and can tell that she feels it too. I look out of the window. The earlier snow has stopped and it’s now a bright, clear winter’s night, the stars glinting and the moon shining bright and low over the apartment blocks. The night looks so wonderful, I want to be out in it, to feel the light on my skin, a cool clear light from above, not the tawdry imitation made by man. The cold holds no fears. My skin is warm and fresh. Nothing can chill it.
Gardner
It was a last ditch effort, but Carter wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he didn’t try something. His project was dying, and his career with it, so he’d brave altitude sickness, the ire of the observatory director and a night time dash to the summit to get the equipment working and back online.
The New Black
Sunday brings the day of rest for all grad students. Or at least that’s the law of nature that all grad students would like to follow. Not for me though. I had a marathon coming up in two months and had to be on the road early to be able to fit in a ten mile run before lunch and a lab shift in the afternoon. But, it being Sunday, I could take a few extra minutes over getting myself ready.
A Voice on the Street
I was walking back from the pub when Jack the Ripper spoke to me.
I was on the back streets near Liverpool Street station. Old back streets. Small and windy. Too narrow to get a car down, maybe too narrow for a hansom cab back in the days when they were built. Streets with history, that have seen things that are now written about in books.
In the Future Inescapable
Jackson will know the crime scene long before he arrives, but he will never have visited it in his official capacity. He will have been raised from his bed by the chief constable and sent to investigate since he was ‘on night call, and it’s one of your old haunts anyway’. The chief constable will not have enjoyed being woken up in the middle of the night with a demand from a college Master to sort out the death of one of his star academics, and he will have been passing on the pain to Jackson. And Jackson would have to put aside a caseload including a murder in Chilton, a serial rapist in Wantage, and an armed robbery gang operating in Cowley.
All of these are 'live' projects at some level. And yes there is a reason why the last one is in the future tense.