Take heart, all ye brave Fictioneers
For Wednesday is finally here.
Look at the prompt.
Create what you want.
Work through the blood, sweat and tears.
One week I’m sure that I heard,
“One hundred words? That’s absurd!
I can’t tell my story
In all of its glory
With that few,” some authors averred.
Now that the deadline is near
Even tho’ that story’s so dear
If you wield the scalpel
Relief will be palpable
And your writing all that much more clear.
(Thanks for the striking picture, Jennifer, and for hosting, Rochelle; everyone else for writing and reading.)
Genre: Science fiction
The searing light felt as if it plumbed the depths of his brain before he went under again.
“More anesthetic! Hurry the download.”
The once-a-month headache always emanated from his right eye. His government-assigned doctor offered no explanation, assuring him the brain scan found nothing abnormal. More disturbing were the sense of emptiness and the loss of short-term memory the next day; possible side-effects of age, he surmised. As he proffered his pass at the high-level security gate, he wondered again why he couldn’t forget that jingle from his “Ancient Advertising” class: “Is it live or is it Memorex?”
This week I had two stories and couldn’t decide which one I liked better. I’m posting this one today and I’ll post the other Thursday, then come back and edit this post so the link is included. (Here’s the link for story #2: http://sustainabilitea.wordpress.com/2013/03/07/friday-fictioneers-2-the-eyes-have-it/.) If you’d like to read both, wonderful; if you have more than enough other stories to read, I completely understand! In the meantime, for stories by other Fictioneers, click on the little blue guy that follows and settle in for some fun.