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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.
Nameless, Chapter 1, Scene 2It was healthy, busy work, not giving Silent the time needed to dwell on who his creator was or why he had been abandoned in the back alley. When he wasn't running messages he never bothered to read all over the city during the light hours, he was using all the tricks he knew to keep the bar quiet until it closed.Nameless, Chapter 1, Scene 2 by serzero
"You're Primus-sent." The praise earned nothing more than a glance upward from the small mech and the flash of a smile. Silent was currently helping Highgate back to his home, deep in the dark hours after the bar had been closed. "Too good t'be workin' in a place like this. Never woulda lasted half as long without'cha, mechlet. Won't be able t'thank you enough."
He offered the larger mech another smile and patted his shoulder reassuringly. It wasn't Highgate's fault that the cost of energon had skyrocketed shortly after Silent's arrival. Tonight had been the bar's final close, though only
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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.