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Monday, July 21, 2014

MY SCIENCE FICTION STORY


A desert world strewn with petrified corpses. Starry missiles plummet fiercely and fragment what remains of these remains. Limbs detach and leap and twist and land and tumble and settle back down on the perished surface. And this happens again. And again. And again and again. Until the body bits are powder and the powder is dust and the dust is a memory and the memory is forgotten.

Jaded by supremacy but fearing obsolescence, soldiers across a galaxy attend an interplanetary launcher. Nonchalantly loading ammunition. Yawning. Closing a hatch. Pulling a crank. Another projectile soars and, once again, a victory is won for a planet called Ridiculous that floats mad and alone in the absurdest reaches of outer space.

And that is the end of my science fiction story.

2 comments:

Andy Luke said...

It was good but I felt it needed more running. People running. Running. Eight syllable words jazzed from the sciences to describe garage parts. Engines, cranks, shafts, rotors, all need new names. "And a Panini sticker book", says Neil, so I clip him around the ear.

Fugger said...

Jesus Andy, you're right. And to think, I was going to include the word 'flask'. I mean, what place does a word like 'flask' have in science fiction? What would it be, a 'libation dispenser unit' maybe? And it was going to have a kind of tartan design too and not be silver or anything.

What was I thinking?

The sticker book would be great. A bit grim in fairness but great.