Showing posts with label science fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label science fiction. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 11, 2023

Wrong-Tober 2023: On a Spring Day

 

Photo by Mak (mak_jp) on Unsplash


On a Spring Day

It was a glorious spring day. Cherry blossoms adorned the trees along the street beside Cryptic Chemicals headquarters.

There was not a living soul to be found when Lilith Bezuidenhout emerged from the building wearing a Hazmat suit with a respirator. She knew her colleague was unhinged but nobody would listen.

On the surface, Marianne Trujillo was a charming and cooperative young woman. Beneath the surface, her emotions raged out of control. Her recent separation from her husband had pushed her over the edge. SeanĂ¡n Trujillo would pay for his betrayal, and so would everyone who breathed the contaminated air.

notes

This is one of the five drabbles selected for inclusion in The Damned anthology from Dragon Soul Press.

Pick up your copy of The Damned here:

http://books2read.com/DamnedDrabbles



I will be giving away one copy of The Damned and one copy of the Hot and Sticky anthology from Passionate Ink during the Spooky Good Time party. 


You can find out more about the Hot and Sticky anthology here.


Friday, October 6, 2023

Wrong-Tober 2023: The Orb

 

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The Orb

Israel Evensen was the kind of kid who insisted upon empirical evidence for everything. Therefore, the little purple and gold orb that had been following him everywhere for the past two weeks stymied him. Nevertheless, it seemed quite real.

Israel wondered if the appearance of the orb meant he was schizophrenic like his mother, although there were no other signs he had manifested the disease. In truth, he found the presence of the globe comforting, even if it sometimes appeared to be analyzing him as he would a specimen on a microscope slide. He couldn’t risk losing his only friend.

notes

I submitted this piece for potential inclusion in The Damned, but it wasn't selected. Perhaps the editors deemed it closer to paranormal or science fiction than horror. 

Pick up your copy of The Damned here:

http://books2read.com/DamnedDrabbles



I will be giving away one copy of The Damned and one copy of the Hot and Sticky anthology from Passionate Ink during the Spooky Good Time party. 


You can find out more about the Hot and Sticky anthology here.


Monday, April 4, 2022

April PAD Challenge/NaPoWriMo 2022 Day 4


Good morning. Here is your Soundtrack Inspiration for the fourth day of NaPoWriMo/April PAD Challenge.

Here is the link in case you can't see the player.


Here are the prompts that I used to create today's poem entitled "How to Write a Catch-Up Poem As Explained by a Superior Alien Overlord," which I dedicated to that master of speculative fiction in cool black and white tones, Rod Serling.

Write a (surrealist) poem in the form of a poetry prompt.

Write a catch-up poem.

I may not be back tomorrow. When I proved myself incapable of performing the necessary Sextonian mathematics to satisfy the alien overlord's poetic request, he asked me to bring him his favorite cookbook. Its title?


~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~

Image by Darkmoon_Art from Pixabay








Friday, April 17, 2020

NaPoWriMo 2020 Day 17 + April PAD Challenge 2020 Day 17: Sedoka For a Lost World


visitors to Earth
long after life had vanished
found many exotic things
tomes filled with strange glyphs
would they ever decipher
the meaning of our lost words?

~cie~




Check out the Ornery Book Emporium for reviews of strange tomes you may enjoy, plus the occasional rant.

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Saturday, November 30, 2019

November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2019: Day 30: A Fetch Story Poem: The End

Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay

When the end came to her world
She left her body behind
Everything she knew was gone
She walked through poison atmosphere
Watching the city burn
She looked up to the sky
At the small sun gone nova
Having glutted itself on the energies
Of its larger companion
The planet flooded with gamma rays
Could no longer sustain life
She grieved her useless efforts
Wishing she could snuff herself out
Like one of the candles that she burned
In the vain hope of countering
The misguided sorcery
That brought about the end
The end of life
The end of hope
The end of everything

~Cie Channeling Princess Ondina~

Note:
The final prompt in the November PAD Chapbook Challenge was "The End." I was inspired to write a poem for Team Netherworld's long-running WIP, Fetch. 

Princess Ondina was the reluctant captive regent of the tyrannical monarchy of West Zecor. Misusing powerful magic learned from his mystical adviser Yadira, the daughter and High Priestess of Nyarlathotep, Ondina's megalomaniac psychopath brother King Qweh triggered a reaction in the planetary system's smaller sun, Zetar Beta, causing it to begin devouring its larger companion. This ill-advised action brought about the doom of Zecor (Zetar 6). Princess Ondina is the previous incarnation of Fetch's female protagonist, Pepper Baiij. 

The reincarnation sequence of the Fetch story was born because I had long wanted to write a backstory for the third season original Star Trek episode The Lights of Zetar. This episode tends to be pretty much universally panned, and it certainly has its flaws, i.e. if Captain Kirk had referred to a grown-ass woman in her 30s as "the girl" one more time, I swore I was going to jump through the screen and make him wear his 'nads for earrings, but I was fascinated and, frankly, terrified by the malevolent light colony. It provided me many years of nightmares. To this day, even as desensitized as I am to most so-called horror (which generally consists of gore and jump-scares), I still cannot watch this episode in the dark.

Fun Trivia: The Lights of Zetar was co-written by the late Shari Lewis of Lamb Chop fame and her husband Jeremy Tarcher. Lovable Miss Shari definitely had a dark side to her imagination!

Sunday, July 14, 2019

Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #93: Carpe Diem's Utopia: Transportation

Image by rxgximenes0 from Pixabay

A long time ago
Johnny rode the monorail
Where did he end up?

~Cie~


Notes:
In spite of the Cold War and the fear that we might all be vaporized at any moment to prove whether the USA or the USSR had the bigger nuke, there was a futuristic vision in the 1970s and early 1980s which was very colorful and effervescent. The song Johnny on the Monorail is an example of this fantastical Utopia where everyone is young and happy and life is good.
The flip side of this vision offers Logan's Run, where anything which is not young and effervescent is eradicated.

Monday, March 20, 2017

After the Fall

Buffalo Center Terminal
On a deadly breeze
Blow the dreams of yesterday
Tomorrow is lost
~Lily~
https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/2017/03/20/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-141-breezeblow/
 

Notes:
I was looking for inspiration to start a new story. I found these two prompts, and I think I may have my beginning. I guess America is great again--great for inspiring post-Apocalyptic fiction, that is. We are living in the horrible dystopian future.

Saturday, April 18, 2015

NaPoWriMo 2015: Day 18: Tom Thumb Shines Through

A drunk Tom Thumb nearly missed the Spammy Pipers' gig

NaPoWriMo 2015: 
Day 18: 
Tom Thumb Shines Through

After drinking way too much of Cuzzin Hildy's fine Shine
Tom Thumb really had to recline
He missed the transport to Antares
Had to hitch a ride on a star beast
But made the show in the nick of time

~Thalia~


Prompt:
And now for our (as always, optional) prompt, which takes us from 2015 back to the 1700s. After all, it’s the eighteenth of April, which means that today is the 240th anniversary of the midnight ride of Paul Revere! Today, in keeping with the theme of rush and warning, I challenge you to write a poem that involves an urgent journey and an important message. It could historical, mythical, entirely fictional, or memoir-ical.