Columbia

So I finally cracked and wrote a political size-fantasy story. This one has death, destruction, hard vore, scat, and more catharsis than we’re ever likely to see from our actual political system. Felt good to write it, though.


 

It was a Sunday morning, just like Pearl Harbor.  I was having a smoke before the start of my shift at the Washington Monument.  I had that job since they finally reopened after the renovations.  Of course it’s closed again like all the rest.  I suppose I should be looking for another job, but I just don’t see the point.

I was on the observation floor when it first hit.  It wasn’t very long, less than two seconds.  A sharp jolt shook the Monument, and I felt it worst on top.  I didn’t have time to worry about the Monument falling down, and afterward I spent several minutes just holding a railing and convincing myself that it was over and that I would be okay.  I was mistaken on both points.

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GiantJuly19 – 1st Draft Complete

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The first draft of my entry for the GiantJuly19 flash fiction contest is complete.  This time I deliberately left the pages unnumbered so I would be (relatively) less mindful of my length.  Came in at 2435 words.  That’s more than trimming an unnecessary word here and there; that’s real meat that has to come out.

I always kept in the back of my head the option to publish a “Director’s Cut” once the contest results have been announced, but now I’m wondering if that doesn’t cheapen the contest entry somehow.  The editing should be more-or-less organic, which requires me to care deeply about the 2k-word version.  It should be something worthy of the contest evaluators’ time.  More people will read the contest version than my precious puffed-up darling, after all.

Anyway, time to get cutting.

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