Fast Fiction
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bzarcherLooking at the quality of what he's been posting (far better than mine) I think it's a good guess that Warren Ellis won't post my Fast Fiction entry. :D
So, instead, I'm going to put it up here, because for being restrained to 200 words, I thought it wasn't bad at all.
The problem with magic is that all too often it’s subconscious. I’d
closed my eyes to think, and before I even realized it, the tips of my
fingers were tingling with potential. I could feel the threads of force
and control around them, a light resistance teasing against my skin.
So, why the hell not? I flexed my fingers a bit, choosing the strands and
threads I needed, and began to weave. My eyes opened to half lids,
getting used to the brilliance display as gossamer flames and neon spider
webs made a dazzling trail from my fingers, and after a few moments, I
slowed, checking my work, making sure the woof and weft matched what I
wanted to occur. Satisfied, I nodded, tied one last knot, and then drew
two fingers closed over the remaining threads. A sudden rush of cool as
the magic left made me shiver, and I watched the pile of dishes I’d been
contemplating clean themselves up. The pots began to glow a warm copper
shade that had nothing to do with their composition, while the plates and
silverware took on a cherry red tone before the cupboards and drawers
opened to accept them.
BIO: A recent college graduate, Matt has a degree in history, writing for
a hobby, and tech support as a career. Please do not tap the glass.
So, instead, I'm going to put it up here, because for being restrained to 200 words, I thought it wasn't bad at all.
The problem with magic is that all too often it’s subconscious. I’d
closed my eyes to think, and before I even realized it, the tips of my
fingers were tingling with potential. I could feel the threads of force
and control around them, a light resistance teasing against my skin.
So, why the hell not? I flexed my fingers a bit, choosing the strands and
threads I needed, and began to weave. My eyes opened to half lids,
getting used to the brilliance display as gossamer flames and neon spider
webs made a dazzling trail from my fingers, and after a few moments, I
slowed, checking my work, making sure the woof and weft matched what I
wanted to occur. Satisfied, I nodded, tied one last knot, and then drew
two fingers closed over the remaining threads. A sudden rush of cool as
the magic left made me shiver, and I watched the pile of dishes I’d been
contemplating clean themselves up. The pots began to glow a warm copper
shade that had nothing to do with their composition, while the plates and
silverware took on a cherry red tone before the cupboards and drawers
opened to accept them.
BIO: A recent college graduate, Matt has a degree in history, writing for
a hobby, and tech support as a career. Please do not tap the glass.
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Date: 2004-07-18 03:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-18 06:10 am (UTC)Most of my writing is just snippets like that one. I'm going to work on more eventually, and there are a few old short stories I wrote back in high school.
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Date: 2004-07-18 06:17 am (UTC)