He's been left to die on an inhospitable world, surrounded by criminals and enemy forces. Enough is enough, and Walters doesn't care who knows it.
miércoles, 16 de febrero de 2011
Plasma Pistol or SRM's?
Thank goodness I can write my frustrations away. Plots to stories can appear from within the mundane, the frustrating and even the earth-shatteringly annoying. We all experience new things every day. For example:
That televison show with the annoying person spinning the wheel and guessing some conundrum. You can throw something at them or...you can write The Dark Wheel...
The Dark Wheel
Shinzen City Mai Ling First Ecclesiarch Protectorate
“Roll up, roll up!"
The hawker reeled in his prey. It was his job, and his pleasure. There was always someone; the gullible, the brave and the foolhardy were all attracted to The Wheel. He saw them approach and was glad. A quick adjustment of his hat, a twirl of his cane and he was ready.
“Welcome to the Dark Wheel, a unique and life-changing experience..."
Adam DeVries half-heard the spiel, although the firm breast pressed against his shoulder drew more of his attention. This was their last night; tomorrow the transports would leave for the war-zone and these memories would remain with him, blur a little the horror and despair which awaited.
“Hey, Adam," Johnny Colso broke into his thoughts, “what about in here?"
Adam looked up, the garish neon sign drawing his attention. It was a crude representation of a wheel, held in place by a scantily-clad young woman. Strange sigils marked each of sixteen points on its edges and as he watched it span dizzily. What the...? He blinked, it was again only a sign.
“Yes Sir," wheedled the hawker, “why not make this a night to remember?"
The young woman on his arm squeezed closer and Adam assented; it was probably dark inside, and just maybe the evening could start early.
The two couples entered into the damp interior of the tent; three rows of chairs were placed parallel to, and slightly below a crude stage. On which stood the wheel itself; a shabby structure held its stained and flaking body. From the rear of the stage a woman entered; more naked than clothed as excess flesh poured from her tight costume.
“Ah, what do we have here?"
Her voice was low, sultry and in contrast to the seedy costume she wore. Adam felt a strange attraction and in response to the womanÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s allure, the girl at his side pressed closer.
“You!" a grimy finger stabbed towards Adam, “A likely looking boy. Would you care to spin The Wheel?"
He started to reply, but an imperious waggle of her digit, stalled him.
“Not so hasty, My Pretty, there are things you should know, before you answer. Sit, whilst I explain."
All of them obeyed her command and she rested one hand against the mechanism before speaking.
“The Dark Wheel comes to us through the mists of time. It is a powerful artefact whose very existence is an abomination. Each spin cuts reality with the screams of a thousand condemned souls. Those who failed its test, who faltered when faced with fear, were consumed by the evil which resides within. It can show you your heartÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s desire or torment you with your innermost demons. Do you still wish to continue? This will be your one and only opportunity to refuse..."
Johnny laughed, “At least we'll get our money's worth. You going first Adam, or shall I?"
“Whatever you like," Adam said, grinning in return.
“Okay," said Johnny, stepping onto the raised platform, “but please be gentle, it 's my first time."
The woman merely smiled and bowed him graciously forward, indicating where he should place his hand. With a heave, Johnny started the wheel spinning, the clacking of its spokes rapidly joining in a single note. Adam could not look away; the sigils blurred into one hypnotic line and a weird keening began.
“Can you hear them?" cackled the woman, “The souls, can you hear them?"
Johnny's cry faded into the background noise as Adam lost consciousness; each spin of the wheel pulled him in closer, ripping him screaming from his body...