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Author Topic: WRITING SURVIVAL!!!  (Read 89847 times)

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Re: WRITING SURVIVAL!!!
« Reply #360 on: February 21, 2021, 05:13:35 AM »
Day 5  'Curry and Sons'

He bought the truck on a whim, really. Silicon Valley had burnt him out and he was sitting on more money than he'd ever need, and utterly unable to interest himself in doing more than turning on his computer and watching cat videos.

On one particular run to shop for a pile of energy drinks and chips, he saw the truck of his childood: Curry and Sons. It had a 'For Sale' cardboard on the front.  Memories rushed him. He knew for a fact that Curry and Sons was Remington Jr. before that, an Ice cream truck, and when he was 10 he and the boys always chased after it on bikes over the neighbourhood before ordering a prodigous amount of icecream as a sort of marathon.

He rememebered every stomach ache the overly-spicy food gave, could whistle the tune of the truck as it came down the neighbourhood.

Seemed like a good investment as any. Besides, he wasn't doing much.

He called the owner, named a fair price and was driving it down the neighbourhood he'd been in all his life. And for the first time in what felt like centuries, he had a smile on his face.

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Re: WRITING SURVIVAL!!!
« Reply #361 on: February 21, 2021, 10:26:49 PM »
Day 6 'Well'

He was the last one still able to move his hands, the others were listless at the lip of the deep tunnel, still clutching the shovels they'd been using to dig the well.

They all trusted Dr. Cobalts' approximation. They had to. If they did not strike water the heat would take all 20 of them, and that would be that.

He kept on digging, and there was a blessing in the delirium that came with the heat. No longer could he even think of the unbearable thirst, his exhaustion. Everything was just a brightly lit monotone of shovelling at the earth, looking for that precious bead of water.

It took him several moments to realize his feet had lost purchase, that they were sinking in cool, cool water.

"W-water." He croaked. He looked up at his companions. They all had bug eyes, having seen what he'd seen.

He sank to his knees even as the well filled up, and it felt like sinking into the essence of life itself. He would cry if he could. Later, after they drank enough water perhaps.

For now he revelled in their collective salvation.

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Re: WRITING SURVIVAL!!!
« Reply #362 on: February 23, 2021, 05:08:36 AM »
Day 7

Red Ball

Okazaki watched as his friends fell one by one. Permanently, finally. No goodbyes, and he understood how naive he had been, wishing to be caught up in battles of a galactic scale, because this was one of the moments where comrades he'd shared lifetimes with meant nothing in comparision to the task at hand.

He was charging an energy blast, and only his particular signature could finish the now crazed Undead God, a mutant mass of skeletal limbs and ligaments that was feeding right now on Cecelia, his sister.

Tears came to his eyes as the energy blast finally reached fruition: Timothy and Braden were still alive. Alice looked OK, but he wasn't sure. It didn't matter, he was ready, and no more would die at the hands of the abomination.

"HAAAH" He released the blast, it turned the very sky red, and the abomination shrunk in an approximation of fear before it was wiped away instantly. Destroyed on a subatomic level, reduced to less than ashes.
Okazaki fell to his knees, and hung his head in victory.

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Re: WRITING SURVIVAL!!!
« Reply #363 on: February 23, 2021, 04:13:30 PM »
nice work!!!!
just a random thought but you could make a couple of manga pages of each of these stories :D

amazing the range of ideas you have, what do you do for inspiration?
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« Reply #364 on: February 28, 2021, 04:19:00 PM »
Oh yes I definitely look forward to at least using these stories to make characters, or a year-long blog for flash fiction every day hehe.

I still haven't nailed anything down on the inspiration front, but a sure fire method is always 2 random words that provide for an interesting scenario.


Day 1

Black Air

The megaships were only built with the greatest of stealth tech because they were built for the particular and difficult task of killing a sentient sun.

Due to the severity of the galactic protocol that The Sarak Coalition had done across the past millenia, The Enclose had to step in and wipe them out from the table: That meant sending in the megaships.

 They'd deep dive into the stars that held their particular galactic life in place, space and time and destroy them with well plased anti-matter mines.

Within 500 years every habiteable planet of note was going to be rendered useless, enough time to wait, plenty of time to imagine the next couple millenia that The Enclose would rule the universe.

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« Reply #365 on: February 28, 2021, 11:19:43 PM »
Day 2 "Dimension Dive."

He took a cup of coffee, set the D-Square on his head and put a setting for a 30 Minute session. Enough for 300 iterations of the day.

He was a bit of a masochist in his explorations of the iterations of how his Monday would go. He would visit the dimensions of his worst possible selves, with at least one of them ending catastrophically in permanent injury/or death. It gave him the extra oomph to appreciate what he had in this current life, and he always made sure to end the sessions with his best possible iterations.

So he cheated on his wife and kids in one, his child got killed in another school massacre in the other, he drove off a bridge while playing Angry Birds on his phone, and cussed out his boss and knocked him out with a keyboard (a tooth flew, along with the keys) in another. In another he simply slept the entire day in his boxers and ate pizza in his bed, and his wifes' utter exasperation and digust cut perhaps even more deeper than the times she literally left him or died.

Then, experiencing the happier days of success, he slowly heard a beeping that told him his cycle was ending.

Thomas sighed, removed the D-Square and leaned back, finishing his coffee in peace before a smile appeared on his face. He was motivated to get through not only the day, but the week now.

He knew he should feel some vague sense of worry or concern for the other hims' that may exist in the other dimensions, but that was way above his interest, his pay grade, and abilities. For now, he was glad to have honest eyes into the multiverse of his existence.

It gave him insight. The device was totally worth the 10,000 dollar price tag. He pet it almost fondly before heading to the to the kitchen to make breakfast for all his kids, even as he went through the company reports and prepared to arrive guns-a-blazing in the office. Boss was going to love him too today.