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Short Fic Weekly Challenge

Week of October 31, 2014

Breaking the Fourth Wall: These are a lot more meta than we usually explore; roll with them and have fun.

Addressing the Audience: Characters aren’t supposed to acknowledge their audience.  Suppose they did?  How would they speak to all those who’ve been reading and enjoying their adventures?  What might they say to the complainers?

Addressing the Creator: If your character could say something about their writer, what would it be?  Would they complain about something? Take the opportunity to give you a piece of their minds?  Maybe ask for a favor?  Or would they be grateful and thank you? 

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Nalenne to her Audience: Fat lot of help you were.

Wynston to his Creator: Bright. It’s an honor. Without your feverish and formidable mind I wouldn’t be what I am today. Might I make one minor point? You might have quit while I was ahead. (Huh, this got long.) …

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Short Fiction Weekly Challenge


Time for a new prompt from the Short Fiction Weekly Challenge, tumblr edition.  Let it spark your imagination.  Any character, any fandom, any original world.   Reblogs welcome!

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Week of March 27, 2015

Incongruity—A wookie with curlers, troopers in armor dancing to a popular tune, a toddler with a lightsaber.  Some things just don’t seem to go together.  The result may be funny or tragic.  When has your character encountered incongruous things or odd juxtapositions?  

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Paying the Piper - There might be a couple different meanings to this, but in the end nothing comes for free, and one’s choices have costs and consequences. Write about a time your character had to pony up the payment…or end up on the receiving end. (Prompt courtesy of Kitar.)

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Best Laid Plans

Something decidedly lighter, and from the SWTOR fic world today.
Prompt: Laughing Fit (sorta)
Characters: Rissia, Malavai Quinn, Vette
Summary: Quinn tries to hijack movie night and no one is amused.

“What is this?” Rissia held up a small disc she didn’t recognize, turning the shiny bit of plastoid over in her hands. It had taken two months and three completely accidental deaths to finally get hold of her pick for movie night —an advance screener of Zombie Jawas VII — but it had been replaced with…whatever this was. Would the holoprojector even play such a thing?

“Ah, yes, there it is.” Quinn sounded uncharacteristically cheerful as he eyed the object, never a good sign. “May I?”

The captain hummed — yes, hummed — as he wired up the ancient machinery required to play the disc, which did in fact turn out to be a vid of some sort. After a few seconds of popping static, a fuzzy holo flickered into view, revealing a title scrawled in bold, serious lettering: “Sexual Harassment & You.”

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For the SFWC: First Impressions, Ruth and Quinn (yep, I didn’t have enough fic for them already). The in-game opening scene for those two is here (that’s not my Warrior but Ruth took all the same responses).

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February, 10 ATC: 17 months before the confirmation of the Wrath

The Sobrik barracks door slid shut. Ruth and her co-conspirator Vette put their backs to it.

"Wow," they said in unison.

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Short Fiction Weekly Challenge

Time for a new prompt from the Short Fiction Weekly Challenge, tumblr edition.  Let it spark your imagination.  Any character, any fandom, any original world.   Reblogs welcome!

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Week of February 13, 2015

Cupid’s Arrow:  According to legend, any heart pierced by Cupid’s golden-tipped arrow—human or deity alike—filled with uncontrollable, all-consuming desire.  Classic love at first sight.  But Cupid’s quiver also contained lead-tipped arrows with the opposite effect: provoking disdain and aversion.  Has either arrow ever wounded your character?  Or perhaps one of their close associates?  An object of affection?  Cupid’s influence covers the gamut of passions—from the sensual to unrequited all the way to bitter animosity.  Tell a story where your character experiences irrational love or irrational hate.  Or both.

 

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Navigation - Our characters often find themselves navigating toward a goal by means of maps, tracking signals, advisors, or instinct. Write about some guidance that pointed the way.

 

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The Pen is Mightier

First Fourth Wall-Breaking adventure

I glared across the table at the brunette as she took another sip of her iced caf. The woman was so…aggravating with the way she followed her own schedule and didn’t much care for how that affected anyone else.

“Elsa…Ms. Berisa. Let me be blunt. When you approached me about helping you with your writing project, this isn’t what I expected.” I glanced to my right. “Isn’t that right Kira?”

“I’m fine either way, boss.” My friend shrugged as she stabbed me firmly in the back. “You’re the one with the contract, not me.”

Elsa Berisa, the galaxy’s most unreliable author this side of the Inner Core, leaned forward with a puzzled look on her face. “I don’t understand, Ami. Can I call you Ami?” I tried to shake my head but she kept going. “I thought you would be pleased to be included in my profile of major galactic figures.”

“That’s exactly it! I’m only getting about two paragraphs of content!” I jabbed a finger at the outline she’d given me. “And half of it is made up of rumors about my supposed love life. I killed the Emperor!”

She gave me a smug look.

"Sort of."

Berisa tapped the corner of her mouth with a finger. “I can’t help it if that’s what people want, Ami.”

“The people want eight chapters about Major Martell alone, and another three of exclusive holos about his and Elara…err Captain Martell’s honeymoon on Ithor. There’s another ten chapters on someone named Darth Snarky McLightning and her forbidden love affair with a Jedi.” I shook my fist at the woman. “And all I get is some tabloid journalism and a graphic of a man saying my story stinks. Almost nothing on anyone else. It’s like those are the only two people that matter in the entire galaxy.”

The journalist smiled blandly and patted me gently on the shoulder. “What if I included your nickname in a special feature? They’ll love that.”

Force save me. I paled. “No…no. Don’t say it.”

“The Knight of Dawn,” Berisa said beaming. “My finest work, if I do say so myself. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to try to squeeze some kind of juicy material out of your friend, Olympia.” Her eyes narrowed. “Say, do you think there’s anything going on between her and Kay-zen lizard?”

I heard myself scream.

20 Questions with the Creator

Mel props her feet up on the table and crosses her arms. “Twenty questions with you? No. That’s not how this is happening. I’m gonna talk, and you’re gonna listen, because I’ve got a whole lot of stuff on my mind.”

Go on, I’m listening.

“What’s with all the tragedy? You’re gonna make people think I’m some kind of Debbie Downer. I’m a fun gal. I’m practically effervescent with the carefree spirit over here. And you keep lobbing crises at me like I’m, well, like I’m my mother or something. Some people are built for sob stories — I’m not one of ‘em, so knock it off, OK?”

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As Time Goes By

Jaesa refilled their wineglasses, “I was just thinking, husband, of the first planet we visited together,” she said, taking a seat beside Varrel. Lightning flashed in Dromund Kaas’ dark sky, illuminating the café.


He wrapped one arm around her shoulders, “You were?” he asked. They both gazed out the windows. Rain sheeted down. Flowing water distorted their view of the street beyond.

“Yes,” she said, sipping her drink, “It was lovely. All ruin and decay, full of monsters and broken promises. And the other Sith, bloodthirsty and out of control, just as I was at the time. I see now it was a metaphor of my life. I didn’t understand it then, but I do now.”

Varrel nodded, raising his glass in a toast, “We’ll always have Taris,” he said.