Alright. Another one of these awkward updates where I actually have to pretend I'm talking to you, the reader. Bear with me.
Anyway, I'm getting busier and busier with school, especially with these dreaded finals looming just over the horizon. Don't worry, I'll still be writing stories, but I've decided to post them on Wednesdays instead of Sundays. That way I get all of Sunday to write too, which will give me a lot more time to revise, add things, clarify, etc., as opposed to what I usually do, which is write the rough storyline on weekdays, and stay up until midnight on Saturday writing the actual bulk of the story.
Why Wednesday? Because it has a funny name.
Also, a few other things. I'm considering making a module where you guys can send your story requests to me. Not because I'm running out of ideas (which I'm not, trust me), but because I'd like to try and see what it feels like to be "hired" to write about something. And I wanna see if your ridiculous ideas are better than mine. Think of it as an imagination measuring contest. So stretch your imagination appendages and look forward to the module in the future.
One last thing, dealing on why I haven't fulfilled my promise of random genre fusion and sleep deprivation stories. For the genre fusion, a few reasons. One, because I don't have a need to resort to genre fusion since I still have a lot of ideas. Two, because sometimes research on how to write genres I've never heard of could be too time consuming for my current schedule (holy crap, first time I had to write a steampunk post-apocalyptic dark humor story, it SUCKED because I had no idea how to start it off). And three, because the computer that has the genres in a giant spreadsheet is currently broken and I don't feel like rewriting every genre from Wikipedia again. But don't worry, I promise one's coming soon. Yep. Soon. Weasel word.
As for the sleep deprivation stories, again, dealing with lack of time. I promise I'll do at least one come Spring Break when I can afford to destroy a few million brain cells, but right now, no can do.
That's about it. Look forward to the next story in seven days! Shout out to the anonymous people living in South Korea, Germany, and the Philippines that have viewed my blog!
Feb 27, 2013
Feb 24, 2013
Cloudburn
The countdown started.
Ten. The massive egg-shaped shuttle stood beside the passenger tower like a chrome mountain holding a steel crutch, towering over the charred, dead landscape.
Eight. Dim, dark orange sunlight reflected off the hundreds, thousands of one-way windows that dotted the sides of the shuttle in a grid, like a steel and glass net wrapped around a silver egg. Behind each window sat one, maybe two people, sitting comfortably in mahogany chairs and silk beds.
Six. The tip of the conical shuttle rounded off into a hemisphere. Five boosters spread evenly in a pentagon pattern were attached to the circumference of the egg's flat base base, each as wide as a city block.
Four. Inhabitants a world away stared at the shuttle through the glass in their television screens. A man watched far in the distance atop a hill, through the glass in his gas mask. A pickaxe in his hands.
Two. Absolute silence.
One.
Ten. The massive egg-shaped shuttle stood beside the passenger tower like a chrome mountain holding a steel crutch, towering over the charred, dead landscape.
Eight. Dim, dark orange sunlight reflected off the hundreds, thousands of one-way windows that dotted the sides of the shuttle in a grid, like a steel and glass net wrapped around a silver egg. Behind each window sat one, maybe two people, sitting comfortably in mahogany chairs and silk beds.
Six. The tip of the conical shuttle rounded off into a hemisphere. Five boosters spread evenly in a pentagon pattern were attached to the circumference of the egg's flat base base, each as wide as a city block.
Four. Inhabitants a world away stared at the shuttle through the glass in their television screens. A man watched far in the distance atop a hill, through the glass in his gas mask. A pickaxe in his hands.
Two. Absolute silence.
One.
Feb 10, 2013
A Hundred Lifetimes
I was never popular in school. I don't know why, maybe because I looked different from everyone else, being the only Asian in a white-majority school. Maybe because I was awkward and hard to talk to, or maybe because I kept moving houses and never had time to connect with people. Whatever the reason for my unpopularity, the result was as expected. I had few close friends.
As a child with all the free time of youth to burn away but without the friends to burn it with, I was bored for much of my childhood. That is, until I discovered video games.
Hour after hour, I would have competitions with friends made of pixels, driven by artificial intelligence. I would live the scripted lives of characters that existed not in my world, but in a world made of polygons and bits of code. In school, I was a loser, but here, I was a hero in a zombie apocalypse. I was an Italian plumber on a mission. I was the center of attention. And I loved every second of it.
But of course, every second I spent connected to the virtual world was another second I spent disconnected from the real one. As days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, my social life wilted away while my gaming life turned into an obsession, culminating to the point where I was actually playing my Game Boy during recess in school.
Which was how I met her.
As a child with all the free time of youth to burn away but without the friends to burn it with, I was bored for much of my childhood. That is, until I discovered video games.
Hour after hour, I would have competitions with friends made of pixels, driven by artificial intelligence. I would live the scripted lives of characters that existed not in my world, but in a world made of polygons and bits of code. In school, I was a loser, but here, I was a hero in a zombie apocalypse. I was an Italian plumber on a mission. I was the center of attention. And I loved every second of it.
But of course, every second I spent connected to the virtual world was another second I spent disconnected from the real one. As days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, my social life wilted away while my gaming life turned into an obsession, culminating to the point where I was actually playing my Game Boy during recess in school.
Which was how I met her.
Feb 3, 2013
On the Other Side
I'm not superstitious. I never believed in ghosts, or bad luck, or monsters under my bed. I always considered myself to be brave, and my friends did too. Whenever a new "cursed ritual" or "demonic ceremony" came up, they would always ask me to perform it for them so they could sleep well at night knowing it was just another fake Internet story. So when news of some "creepypasta" about mirrors started spreading, of course I didn't take it seriously. Just another "ritual" designed to make people paranoid.
The procedure was simple enough. Just look into a mirror, take a strand of hair from your head, measure it with a ruler, and compare the length of that hair to the one in the reflection. No big deal.
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