March 30, 2011 § 4 Comments
So I ride the train for an hour and a half. Daily. As in twice daily. As in three hours of my life are spent going to and from New York City every single day.
Do the math. That’s fifteen hours a week. Sixty hours a month. Seven hundred and twenty hours in a year. Do you know what that works out to?
Exactly 30 days a year. One month. I spend one MONTH of my life a year on a train with this commute. « Read the rest of this entry »
February 25, 2011 § 1 Comment
Re-imagine a friend or acquaintance as a character in a speculative fiction story, what sort of world would they inhabit or create. Tell a story of the world they generate.
Note: I’d like to dedicate this story to the best friend I could ever have. Steven. Thank you man, you provided the inspiration for this story.
Tara’s story can be found here.
“Hello Danver,” he said to himself. The tin voices of his house didn’t bother to greet him, or respond. They were used to his routine.
Danver slammed his hand in the doorway, clumsy as he tried to leave. He sighed.
“Damn,” pulling the hand from himself he dropped it on the floor. The blood seeped for a few drops before stopping up completely. The limb disintegrated harmlessly in the garage sand-floor.
Pressing his stump against the puddy-stuff of the wall, he withdrew it. The new hand stretched.
His internal clock hit on noon. Time for work.
Pressing feet and arms both into the wheel-spits he hissed, the needles all bit down tight onto his fleshiness. Spreading and speeding onto the street Danver slid down his drive.
On his way to work he made sixteen collisions, developed nine broken bones and a dozen internal injuries. He replaced each with proto-puddy deposits on the road.
Lightning-bug people on wheels sped behind him as he approached the Proto office.
“Hi Danver,” the building said. He smiled.