It’s that time of the week again. I know I said at the start of these that there was no guarantee anything would follow from the previous piece, but I seem to be trying to prove myself wrong. This picks up directly from where the last episode left off. It’s still entirely a rough draft. Have fun!
More Barium: 8/31
As per last time, I have more Barium Deep for you! Yes, it picks up immediately again. This time, it also changes scenes!
More Barium: 8/30-31
You know the drill by now. Or I hope you do. Rough draft stuff for your perusal. Also, this one does immediately follow the previous piece. Have fun!
More Barium: 8/30/16 pt. 2
This next installment is just like the last one, except that it *does* immediately follow the previous post. The previous post is right here. You might want to refresh your memory of it, given that this picks up exactly where the other one left off.
Enjoy!
More Barium: 8/30/16
It’s time for more Barium. The past two days have been productive, and I’ve entered the part of the year where I’m trying to hit 2k words a day every day.
I should note, this is all very first draft stuff. No guarantee that it will end up in a final draft in this form, no guarantee that it makes much sense. No guarantee that it follows or establishes continuity with other Barium pieces I post here.
But there’s a lot more of this coming, so enjoy.
Flash Fiction: Dress for Success
Today’s horrid humid heat inspired another return to a setting and set of characters I’m coming to love. Have another round with Latour!
For more other stories in the same setting, check out the first piece with Pat & Pat, I Bow to None, and The One You Don’t Hear.
Flash Fiction: Unwelcome
Yet another post inspired by Chuck Wendig’s weekly challenges. I took the “three-sentence challenge” and decided to push it a little bit; I have used five sentences from those provided, and included a modified version of a sixth. I’ll include a list of the sentences I used at the end of the post. Until then, enjoy!
Whoops: The Campening
Sorry folks, I’m away at camp! I will have posts for you next week, but definitely not this one.
Flash Fiction: “Ricky’s” Shell Game
Noir Body Horror. That’s the subgenre combo I got for this week’s flash fiction challenge from Chuck Wendig. With that in mind, I’ve left you a bit of something to puzzle out through implications and scant description. It’s in the same setting as When Dawn Broke, so brain transplants and advanced surgery and donation practices are the norm… as are criminal tissue transplant enterprises and such business establishments as “chop shops.” I’m afraid I went a tiny bit over the word limit, but it’s very nearly 2k.
More Barium: 8/9/2016
I’ve got another bit of scene for you, something I was playing around with yesterday while trying to figure out how to shape the conflicts near the middle of the book. I don’t think I have posted all of the relevant background material for this segment, and it doesn’t directly follow from previous ones, so I’ll give you a brief intro. Daemon is an unbraked AI, highly illegal in this setting, and is confined to a large black box sitting in the cargo bay of the family’s ship. There’s a simple terminal with actual physical keyboard built into the box, the better to prevent Daemon from interfacing with and spreading to any other systems. Barium and Cesium’s parents have been contracted by figures unknown to recover this black box and deliver it. Barry and Cesi have been surreptitiously chatting with Daemon for some time now.
Fistful of Wits 