Welcome! It is good to have you on board for our final round of SFFS. We’ve been around for almost five years now, and it’s been a wonderful ride. Thank you to each and everyone who has participated and come along to view our snippets that we share.
This week, as is most fitting, I will share a snippet from a brand new WIP called “The Adventure” (working title). Many years ago I fell in love with a ship called MV Doulos, and have been on board her numerous times. In this story I’m trying to convey some of that love a person can have for an object – although in this case, the object is a rather large starship called Adventure! Alyson, my narrator, is in her late teens and lives on a space station currently called (unimaginatively, I think) Space City. So here goes.
She had fallen in love with the ship as a pre-schooler. The most beautiful ship in the galaxy, or so she felt, it’s ancient clean lines were etched on her memory. It had originally been built back during the Cylin War by the Republic to ferry supplies to embargoed worlds and injured soldiers and civilians to the gigantic hospital ships that had taken up locations outside the Rim. Then, at the end of the war, it had been purchased by a leisure cruise company which had totally gutted it’s war-torn hull and rebuilt it from scratch. But it’s original lines had remained. More recently she had become a trade vessel, carrying goods to contract, and supplies where needed. The current captain had a philanthropic bent, or so Sarko had said, so they ran quite a few missions supplying goods and reading materials to the less privileged colonies on the outer Rim. The history of the vessel was so romantic to her mind, and she’d been privileged to see parts of the ship the general civilian population didn’t get to see. It helped when a First Officer took to supplying information to a curious child.
Adventure hadn’t been meant to return for another four cycles, so a small part of her worried as to why it had already returned. And why hadn’t Sarko let on that they were inbound?
Thank you so much for stopping by today. Please be sure to go and read the other authors’ snippets that are available today – for the final time.
Farewell, and be blessed.
I’m not sure I’m going to make much sense here… but if even just ONE person nods their heads while reading this, then I win…
I’m busy reading a book. It’s hard SF. It’s a recent (within the last ten years) publication. The pages fly.
I just finished reading another book. A Pulitzer Prize winner. Published two years ago. The pages didn’t fly.
Now I’m scratching my head. Both of these books are written beautifully. The second, the PP winner, is a masterpiece. Beautiful imagery, lyrical prose at times, existential… the writer is laconic in style, taking his time to tell the story. The first book… the hard SF… is equally laconically written. A single scene can cover, near as I can tell, ten or more pages… with a great amount of detail. I will look at a page number, and the next time I check, I’m at least ten pages down the line… and that’s a considerable chunk of reading, I tell you. BUT IT DOES NOT FEEL LIKE THAT. I live in both of these stories, so why is it that the pages fly with the one story, while with the other, they don’t?
And don’t tell me it’s because one is paperback and the other is electronic. I’ve got a better comparison than that. I use Goodreads, and while I was reading chunks of about 6% at a time of the PP winner, with this paperback it’s only about 4% at a time. So even that theory doesn’t stand up. Much.
Oh I don’t know. Maybe I’m just going crazy. Either way, I love both books. But seriously, if anyone can define what constitutes a page-turner for them, pray tell!
Hello all! I’m SO excited this week to be able to share the final part of Earth Alpha with you all! It’s been a long wait for you, I know, but here is THE END! Enjoy… maybe…
Embarkation in five minutes. Embarkation in five minutes.
Sabina edged closer to the door. Her window-gazing companion appeared to be similarly concerned, as he followed her toward to the airlock.
Doors will now open for embarkation. Departure in thirty minutes. Have a safe journey.
The airlock cycled open, and a blast of heat hit her. Beyond the metal rims of the airlock, a blazing furnace burned white hot. She retreated, cowering against the searing wave. But retreat wasn’t an option. The human crush was fully in action, and she was pushed through the lock, her eyes wide in horror.
We’ve all been lied to!
And there you have it, folks! Thanks for bearing with me up till now 🙂 I’m not sure what I’ll be bringing next week, but I’ll think of something.
Don’t forget to head over to the main SFFS blog to see the snippets my fellow authors have posted. Some good stuff lurks there.