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This thread is for me to post first 13s in the Sudden Fiction contest. (I do it to keep them annonymous.) Please don't post anything else in it--voting is by e-mail, please see below.
I do apologise for allowing this to become so late. I had planned to do it last Sunday and some personal stuff got in the way, and this week has been a little too hectic at work.
(billawaboy, if you would like to join in the voting and critiqueing process, please drop me an e-mail because your e-mail address isn't in your profile. Thanks.)
Winner to be decided by vote. Votes are due by Sat October 25th. (I have added an extra week because of my tardiness, so we still have two weeks to vote and crit.)
You vote for your top three first 13s and top three stories. I will tally the votes like this: three points for your first choice, two for your second, one for your third. You cannot vote for your own story.
I will not be voting myself. In case someone doesn't vote, please include at the end of your 'vote-and-crit' e-mail your votes for the other stories, but not crits.
You must crit your first three choices and send the three crits together with your vote to me by 18.00 GMT on the voting due date above. (Votes without crits don't count.) If you don't vote I'll delete your story and redistribute the votes.
Please use this vote and crit format in your e-mail to make my administrative life easier:
-------------------------- Your hatrack name First 13 1 -- story number First 13 2 -- story number First 13 3 -- story number Story 1 -- story number Your crit of story 1 Story 2 -- story number Your crit of story 2 Story 3 -- story number Your crit of story 3 Story 4 -- story number Story 5 -- story number Etc ---------------------------
You are honour-bound to crit the other stories within a week or two of the close of voting.
If any stories don't get at least three crits, I'll crit them and request the three winners to help me, so everyone should get at least three or four crits.
If for some reason you're unable to submit your story or vote on time, please let me know and we'll make due allowance.
If I don't hear from you by the due voting date I'll delete your story and redistribute the votes received appropriately.
Look out for an e-mail from me later today with an anthology of all the stories ...
Cheers, Pat
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Melia looked at the wavering line on TV screen. The certain promise in the white spear blazed out of the fuzzy image. Her finger, laid on top of the cool store window, obscured the launch tower and rocket, while the morning sun beat down on her back. The cameraman’s jerky movement shot the shimmering tip of the tower out from under her grimy, chewed nail, and a newscaster jangled on about the “great event”. She marveled that the dirty, shrieking creatures, that once squatted in trees and prayed to the night skies, had now created the sleek, panting beast in the image before her. “What would they think if they could see what their children had accomplished,” she wondered. Those children were going to those stars now, and the moon was the first step. She remembered being up in one of
Calli and I encounter the last of the colonists just past the fork where the two rivers come together. The stagnant water trickles through the buttressed trunks and between the thick . The Fingers, the Cow Heads called it. Except we're not supposed to call them Cow Heads anymore, now that the war's officially over. Minotaurs. Call them Minotaurs. Calli gets to the body first and flips it over. Her one eye rolls around to meet mine. "It's Chip-Horn," she says. My ears are attuned to the pitch of her circuits. The higher the pitch the more stressed her systems are. Right now, she's whirring like a fighter pod in over-drive. She liked Chip-Horn. She loved all the Cow-Heads, spent more time with them than I could ever stomach.
Daniel turned away from the door. In this placethis grand, magnificent placehe hoped to find answers. He was, as Corriano had said, Daniel of the Many Questions. He was also Daniel the Lost. Daniel the Unnamed. Daniel of the Many Scars. And Daniel Who Would Soon Know Why All Of This Was Happening. A boot scraped on the polished marble floor behind him. His uncle stood watching him. Had been watching him for a few minutes, perhaps. "Come," Baronn said. "We're all going upstairs." "How many stairs are there?" "If you'd prefer to climb from here to the Human Embassy it's only," he paused to consider, "four-thousand six-hundred stairs or so. It would be an invigorating ascent."
Christine switched over the Voice Activated Response System in her hovercar. Her husband, Seldon, had set it in a female’s tone, but Christine thought the voice was too flat and artificial and preferred more personality and human quality to it. A morose voice, like that of a depressed man with a severe head cold, spoke slowly and softly to her. “Hello, Christine.” “Good morning, VARS.” “I have a message from Mr. Platt.” “Would you play it, please?” Seldon Platt’s voice was wry, and it warped across the recording with a condescending sneer. “Hey, I just glided by the dealership this morning, and they’ve given me the best deal
Scott and Jenny hurried through the woods. The sun was already setting. As the path curved, Jenny caught a glimpse of torches in the distance, and realized that the sound she’d mistaken for her beating heart was really drums. “I can hardly believe I’m finally going to see a fairy,” Jenny breathed. Scott stopped; blocking the trail. “Gypsies aren’t regular fairies, Jenny. Promise me you’ll stay close to me.” She laughed. “Or what? You’ll tell on me?” “I’m not kidding. Male fairies love beautiful human women, and gypsy fairies aren’t exactly known for being trustworthy.” She grinned. “I’m just wondering how you think you’re going to protect me from a fairy.”
I was already old when the stranger came. By then I had lived in the observatory at the top of the highest tower in the world for many years. For most of that time I did not see the tower directly, but through the eyes of the people. It was round and sheer, with broad gray blocks of stone at its base fading into the supple sheen of steel above. A crystal thrust upward from the peak, a glimmering spike that shone with its own light. Nine hundred twenty steps wound around the outside to the upper floors. Its builders made the top narrower than the bottom, which created the illusion of even greater height, but I know the number: I used to count them when I could make the climb. I was younger then, a lithe girl with bones yet untwisted, afraid of the gap between the step and the railing, afraid of the wind.
I find myself, as of late, perched by the bay window of my apartment before bed. I sit and stare out at the mighty obelisk at the city center. Like the finger of a Titan, it is a great, black ominous thing that blots out the otherwise star filled sky over our serene little city, and dwarfs the buildings of downtown. It stands like a guard over us, a protective bird over its nest of younglings. Or perhaps it looms. A predator - awaiting that one poetic moment to crush us all. In my mind’s eye I can see the unfamiliar scribbles and gems that wrap a sinuous trail around the tower during the daylight hours. I can see the sandstone grey of its color and the way it alters to shades of green and blue as the sun changes
Jenner posed naked against a Mummy while Katrina said "Smile," and grabbed a picture. "--Might be the last we ever see of our Mummies." "They matter so little?" said Jenner. "Not as much as surviving," said Katrina. "What use is the British Museum when we can't generate enough electricity to cool and power London? Give me unlimited fission power any day." Edna's voice interrupted them. "We should probably go for Synchronicity soon." "Stand by Elgin's Marbles," said Katrina. "I want a pic of them too." "But Edna called--" "--She only said 'probably'--"
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We have eight entries in our Sudden Fiction contest. Good luck, everyone, and thanks for participating--and for your patience with my belatedness.
Enjoy the stories--let the voting and critting commence!
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I'm almost ready! I haven't forgotten. And it is a great bunch of stories. It was hard to choose. Thanks for the reminder. Melanie
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I need more time! I have everything done and written down, but I wont have time until Monday to put it together and email it to, Talespinner
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Thank you, thank you! I was all set to come home tonight and stay up late finishing, but I got home and found out my 5 year old had broken her foot while I was gone, so this is a huge relief. Good night Melanie
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Thanks for the sympathy Kathleen. It was awful to come home and realize something like that had happened while I was away. Her foot got run over by my father-in-law while he was backing a truck loaded with wood into our garage. (Actually, it was his truck that ran her over, not him personally, but I'm too sleep deprived to figure out how to fix the sentence.) My daughter has been a real trooper though. What an amazing person she's turning into.
Back to the topic at hand--I'm so close to being finished with those critiques, I can almost taste it! You know, critiquing a 2000 word contest is a lot more work than critiquing a 1000 word contest. Who knew? Melanie
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My beloved MacBook was consigned to Repair Purgatory last Friday and while I did back up my data, the cursed W!%)@ws XP operating system and its bedeviling mini-minion M!(#0&0$t W@&ks word processor refused to import the files with any sort of legibility. My fault for preferring a formatted document more elegant than an .rtf unless e-mailing....
I did see that the deadline had been postponed by the angels of fate-would-have-it-thus and, now that I have made penance, I am seated before the altar of Jobs once again. Votes and crits to follow soon.
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This was a cool collection of Sudden stories and I think everyone can be proud of their achievements. Every story drew some praise.
The stories and their authors were:
1 LAJD "Eagle" 2 Annepin "Calli's Song" 3 Kin Castelmare "Tower Excerpt" 4 philocinemas "The Trade-in" 5 Unwritten "Unpredictable" 6 oliverhouse "A Skein of Mind" 7 Devnal "The Varenne" 8 TaleSpinner "Merchant of Fortune"
The best first 13, by a long way, was "A Skein of Mind" by oliverhouse.
There was a tie for second best first 13, "Unpredictable" by Unwritten, and "Calli's Song" by Annepin.
The best story was story # 4, "The Trade-in" by philocinemas.
Reviewers said, "Great characters, great spin", "does what good sci-fi should do: show a human story in a way that no other genre can", "Really good job", "good characterization and a real plot".
Second was story # 6, "A Skein of Mind" by oliverhouse.
Reviewers said, "good suspense that started early and just kept increasing, with the impending arrival of the stranger", "great story – very publishable", "excellent title and opening line".
Third was story # 2, "Calli's Song" by Annepin.
Reviewers said, "A thought-provoking story full of irony and tinged with pathos", "Start submitting it", "finely and sensitively drawn".
I have e-mailed all the crits to all authors.
Thanks everyone for a super contest. Congratulations to the winners and to everyone for a super set of stories.
Cheers, Pat (and Zac)
P.S. I plan to offer another Sudden contest in two or three months ...
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Great stories, guys. I know I had a hard time choosing! I'll send out my comments on all the stories to everyone; if you don't want the group to read my crit of your piece please let me know.
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One more thought, It was interesting to see how everyone interpreted the triggers differently. It was really cool. We ran the range of Fantasy and SF in this and I could see the triggers in each one. Neat!
Just to recall the triggers were:
The tallest tower on the planet Merchant of rarities (rare goods or services) A flowing together (confluence)
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It's nice to finally win something. Too bad I can't go around all week saying, "Arrgh!" But thanks for the votes and the crits. I thought all of the stories were very good and I look forward to giving feedback on all of them soon.
I wasn't sure how the "switch" would be received. I enjoy stories from a different era when this technique was more prevalent - O'Henry, Poe, Rod Serling.
Did anyone catch that the opening sentence could describe the switch of voice, of mind, or of which character was the trade-in?
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philocinemas, you have my permission to say "arg!" all week long--heck you can even wear a pirate hat if you want to. My son has one you can borrow. He'll need it back for a couple of hours tomorrow night, if that's alright.
Good work everyone. I really enjoyed all of the stories. Thank you TaleSpinner. Melanie
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It was a pleasure to run the contest and gratifying to see the quality of material on offer. I chose the triggers with both fantasy and science fiction in mind, and it was pleasing to see how generic they were.
For next time, two or three months hence, how do people feel about the length? Was 2000 words better than 1000?
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No opinion on length. Based on my work on Flash Fiction Online, anything over 750 words seems long to me but I can tell you that I would probably have expanded this story if I had an extra 200 words to play with. Given that, 2000 words is probably pretty good.
Besides, there are lots of flash challenges, and few sudden fiction challenges.
quote:Unwritten, I hope your daughter is feeling better - Did she get a cast and crutches? How is she doing with those?
Thanks for asking. She's an amazing girl who is adorable on her crutches. I think she's totally unstoppable. The doctors tested that theory yesterday by cutting off her temporary cast and then sending us on a 4 hour tour of all the medical facilities in a 15 mile radius searching for a type of walking cast that we finally discovered does not exist--so they put her back in a temporary cast and sent us home. Apparently most 5 year olds don't usually break those particular bones. The cast expert that we finally found said these particular bones are usually broken by adults who spend a lot of time around wild horses.
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