Well, I finally decided that I will participate in NaNoWriMo, despite my crazy schedule. I’ve been wanting to do it for a long time but never worked up the guts. But I was thinking, “Hey, Nick, you ran a half-marathon a few weeks ago, why not do the literary equivalent?”…
All right, it’s time to give your two cents! Vote below for what sort of story you’d like to see me write for National Novel Writing Month! You’re allowed two votes. More complete summaries for the choices are in the previous post of this series. Voting ends Saturday, October 23,…
Four Till Boom! Actually, there was a tie, so I made an executive decision. I was quite tempted to attempt Dinner at Twilight, but for the sake of the free-for-all that is NaNoWriMo, I think “Four Till Boom!” will be the easier choice. I apologize to those Dinner at Twilight…
[note]NaNoWriMo starts next Monday. Below is the flash fiction I’m expanding. It is also the beginning of the story. What I begin writing next week will continue immediately after this. The working title is Buckethead. As you can read below, it’s a term of…er…let’s say endearment. Tune in next week…
Clint floated easily on top of the waves, staring into the almost cloudless sky. The brilliant blue seemed to envelop him. The com had gone quiet after Molly chewed him out for no better reason than her own insecurities. That’s what he figured, anyway. It would take time for the…
It took Clint a few minutes to organize his thoughts. Before the explosion that had ruined most of his body, he had been a marine. He was used to reacting instinctively in battle. Sometimes he only remembered what had happened after the fact. The pain would set in soon, too,…
Skirting away from New York City, he headed south, drawing near the coastline and hoping to pick up a signal. It was best to keep moving if they had his location, and he had no access to anything faster. The boat was guzzling gas though. Molly hadn’t spoken for a…
Clint turned to the computer panels. They reminded him of the slick new Star Trek bridge controls. Funny, how Conrad and his Gaians claimed humanity had neglected its roots and still managed to create technology Silicon Valley would salivate over. His hand hovered over the touch screen, trying to make…
Clint jolted awake to the sound of soldiers shouting. He sat bolt upright, sprang to his feet, and took a defensive stance before realizing the sound was in his head. “Stand up! The Doctor wants to see you.” It took a moment to reorient himself. They were talking to Molly,…
Clint leaned with his back against the control panel, staring at Conrad Alimar unflinchingly. The cultist looked away. His fingers were tapping relentlessly against the arm of the chair; he didn’t seem to notice. Though Clint’s eyes were on Conrad, his mind was elsewhere. Partly, he was listening to Molly’s…
Clint left Conrad bobbing on the waves 50 miles off the Florida coast with an inflatable raft that had been stored in the sub’s emergency compartment. Clint didn’t worry much about him. If his people didn’t pick him up as soon as Clint was out of sight, Clint would retire…
Taking a desperate breath, Clint dove beneath the water again, kicking fiercely. Self-preservation drove him downward into the water. These wouldn’t be discount thugs. Doctor Destructo ran a top-notch organization. Before the philosophical epiphany that had led him to a worship of the honed moment of chaos, he had been…