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This week I continue to share from my WIP with the working title: Annie’s Song which has been written from the point of view of Gravais, the captain of a faster-than-light scientific starship ship, which is transporting a new Team which has been assigned by the FOSB (Federation of Sentient Beings) to study a newly discovered planet.
Gravais has released the Team from SpaceSleep and we start from where we left of last week: Erit na Rakh was the first to recover. Then it was the incorrigible Olwen Anstelholm. We continue with Olwen speaking.
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Every Sunday Weekend Writing Warriors invites writers (of all shapes and sizes) to submit 8 sentences of a work or work in progress. It is a great way to put yourself out there and to connect with a vibrant and supportive community of other writers. This is my submission Continue reading “#8sunday Mar 08, 2015 Annie’s Song, Erit awakens”
Annie’s skin crawled with the stares of the morning commuters. The sole shocking abberant among the massed perfection of evolution’s prime product. Ever since Annie’s body had failed to take on the accepted adult form, horror, scorn and disgust had dogged kir every step. Ke was pitifully frozen in between male and female, having enough of both and not enough of either to be considered a person.
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Erit blinked. “Sold?” the word had lengthened and risen in tone. Her clutchmate paused, “You are the only one who had any of the skills required. Skrit, Tesrit and I are already indentured to the Company. You are the only one left. With your assignment, we may be able to repay the last of the Brood debts. We stand a chance of our offsprings’ offspring regaining a place in Society.” Continue reading “Annie’s Song – Erit na Rakh”
The utilitarian desk was swamped with heaps of paperwork. Folders, files and scraps of paper, collected in drifts of dreary neglect.
“It’s either this or a retraining, Olwen. You have no idea the strings I had to pull to get you onto this project. You are not exactly the most popular protégé the Institute has produced.”
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