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3rd of July Tradition"Hey."3rd of July Tradition by serzero
A familiar voice, mostly familiar in any case, from an unfamiliar source. Instead of the dusty maroon Geo he hadn't found in his last few days of searching, a champagne Toyota. Just as dusty, he noticed with a mental smile, though far more decorated: Autobot symbol covering the Toyota logo, another around the license plate, other banners of what the humans typically referred to as geekdom. A Pride coexist, a San Francisco 49ers tag, both of which brought home how little he actually knew about the friend he had made an annual trip to Sonoma County to meet for the last ten years.
An older woman was climbing carefully from the car, retrieving a cooler from the back seat. The voice had been his friend, catching her attention. "Keep safe, have fun."
It was the kind of thing a parent would say to a child, not the other way around, but their ages were reversed. The younger was driving away, leaving the older heading in to see the fireworks later that
NaNoWriMo - Memories - TeaganAwareness came in a sudden jolt, leaving the mind grasping after something which evaded with the ease of air escaping a net. For a few bewildering seconds, the noise throwing itself forward for acknowledgment was an incomprehensible jumble of sound, prompting the new body to jump to new feet.NaNoWriMo - Memories - Teagan by serzero
New. Everything was new! Odd hints of recognition invaded the senses from time to time, only to fade before they could be fully understood. Information was flooding in, turning everything white and spinning balance precariously. Millions of questions where asked by every fiber of the body and soul, answered instantly, giving the new being a sense of physical self even if the sentient question had gone unasked. Handily, there was a mirror to the left and a figure stepped to it, obeying the intense instinctual desire to know who. Thankfully the mirror also obeyed and showed eyes a frame which pleased the mind behind them:
Medium height, bipedal, five
My First MemoryMy first memory is of doing something spectacular. I’m standing on the edge of a precipice so deep the bottom can’t be seen. I never know if this is because I don’t look, it has no bottom, I never knew or I don’t care. The sky is robin’s egg blue, the only thing obscuring it is smoke from nearby fires and steam rising from an ocean close at hand.My First Memory by serzero
A glance at myself shows a hard, full body protected by silver armor which fits perfectly. It is mighty and covered in a veneer of white porcelain. Gold and navy blue trim are its only decoration: I am not pretentious in my power. For I am powerful, this much I know.
I am the only being in existence which is powerful enough to accomplish the task before me, not only because I volunteered. My core is bright and pure, the thing which opposes me, more so. This is my challenge: in order to defeat the thing, I must take it within myself and be the stronger of us. &
3rd of July annualThey had both changed, but both wore the same form. She looked back across the field, over the road and seemingly through the buildings beyond to an unknown point, expression and gaze unreadable.3rd of July annual by serzero
"I saw a homeless man just now," she told him, after he had pulled up past the ineffective fence to park beside her ailing Geo Prism. "He had a smart phone and was sending a text. I wondered how he could afford it and I can't."
"Sure he was homeless?" The silver voice replied, amused both at the greeting and the question itself.
"Looked it," was the simple response. They waited, then, listening to the mocking birds shrill mimicry of the day to day sounds of the area. Not just other bird calls, but car alarms, building alarms, the beeps of security key-pads, even a ring tone or two.
"Gotta thing on your arm," he noted.
"It's been hot," she shrugged, "my body doesn't react well. You look good. Healthy. Sound rested."
"I am," he agreed.
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Zen is an odd thing. Sometimes I think that I take refuge in it in order to hide the fact that I find expressing anger incredibly difficult.
I'm still working on Elsewhere, but I'm right now simply writing a series of three, possibly more, first-person shorts. I've never written fiction in first person, mostly because my own mind is so scattered that any narratives I send out have the danger of being just as random.
In other news, I'm disappointed that I missed a deadline for a class in the fall semester that I've really enjoyed taking over the summer. I'm going to try to get in on the first day, not sure I understand how that works. Ah, well. Life is life.
EDIT: I forgot to mention, I've pinned a few of the issues I've been having with designing Elsewhere. I am a visual person and need visual cues. I'm not an artist, however. If anyone knows of an artist willing to help me design 10 races, mechanical and organic, for about $200, please let me know.