As per last time, I have more Barium Deep for you! Yes, it picks up immediately again. This time, it also changes scenes!
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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: “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.
Flash Fiction: Hot Mess
I started writing a piece last week, and now I’ve finished it. Or, well, I have a new first draft that tells the story I wanted to tell. That’s usually what I mean by finished, here. This piece is in the same setting as Trouble Close Behind and Bloody Expanse, though it’s a bit different. This one was inspired by Chuck Wendig’s X Meets Y Horror prompt. Read on past the break!
“Flash Fiction” In Progress
This is a little piece that I’m writing for Chuck Wendig’s most recent challenge, an X meets Y horror story. I, of course, got Psycho meets The Muppets. We’ll see. I wanted to get some of it done for you today, which is why there’s any post at all, but now I need to go back to doing my actual homework. You might recognize the setting from Trouble Close Behind and Bloody Expanse. Enjoy!
Flash Fiction: Bloody Expanse
Not exactly how I imagine Hobb, but Isom Dart is close enough.
Chuck Wendig’s flash fiction prompt this week involved a randomly generated title and a 1500 word story, which led to what you can see above and below. I’m not sure exactly what caused that to make me think of what follows, but it felt about right. Ideas I passed over in favor of this one include: medical drama, massacre, way more murder… etc. I think I like this one better, as it’s an indirect sequel to my piece Trouble Close Behind from January 22nd. Enjoy. Continue reading
Flash Fiction: Some Disassembly Required
Once again, I have flash fiction for you inspired by Chuck Wendig’s prompt for this week. This time around I had to somehow include three randomly determined things in the course of a 1000 word story, and luck dealt me a journal, Survival, and a horse. Yes, Survival was capitalized. Maybe it’s the music I’ve been listening to, maybe I’m in a rut, but that combination just screamed “Old West” to me. I did my best to make it interesting. Have fun!
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My brother had been gone for too long, and I wasn’t sure what to do about it. He’d taken the horse into town seven days ago, and should have been back in three. One day there, one for business, and one back. But I was still waiting for him near our claim. When I heard the horse coming up the trail, late that night, I jumped out of my bedroll in excitement. Continue reading
Fistful of Wits 