Posts tagged: Writing
So, I didn’t win. Or even make it to the top five, apparently.
I’m oddly unaffected. It was my first short story, I wrote it in three days, and it was a struggle to make it only 800 words. Also, the story contained not only killing machines, but rape machines as well, which I figured could hurt me. But then I thought, fuck it. I want ‘em in there.
I love my little story, though. Maybe I’ll expand on it and submit to somewhere else, or just keep it for future use.
Still, it would have been cool to win. $800 notwithstanding.
My name is Seven. I am a citizen of The Quarantined City, veteran of The War, and concubine of the Faceless District.
I cannot remember a time before the City or the quarantine or even The War, although scar tissue has made a ragged palimpsest of my scalp and back. I have never met anyone who can, and those who claim to are liars.
Sometimes I am ordered to recount the horrors of the War during the degenerate acts I perform on the clients of the Faceless District…
Posting this again because I am a whore and more people are awake now.
800-word submission for a short story contest, based almost entirely on Gary Newman’s “Down in the Park,” with a heavy dose of Borges thrown in.
My name is Seven. I am a citizen of The Quarantined City, veteran of The War, and concubine of the Faceless District. I cannot remember a time before the City or the quarantine or even The War, although scar tissue has made a ragged palimpsest of my scalp and back. I have never met anyone who can, and those who claim to are liars.
A short story I just completed for a contest. It had to be 800 words or less, which was… interesting.
Writing on the computer again after a long stretch of longhand.
New haircut on display.
More of the same as yesterday, deeply imagining two people doing it for the first time.
Also playing The Lovemakers’ “Set Me Free” on repeat cuz it’s awesome.
More robosexual lovin’ going on:
I think today we finally finish the sex scene.
More long-hand. You probably can’t read any of it, but at least you can see the text now.
Long-handing a robosexual love scene, alllll right.
To the Sympathy for Lady Vengeance soundtrack.
Working on a brand new short story, actually. For a contest.
March Report Card
Probably the worst yet, wee!
Long-hand Ustreamin’. Trying to get out of a rut.
