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It’s official! I have been taking your prompts and turning them into inspirations for short stories for TWO YEARS.
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T'reka stood, arms akimbo and wing-feathers out, as the supervising technician made certain all of her straps were on correctly and snugly.
“Remember, DO NOT FLAP,” the technician reminded her above the engine noise of the Flight Machine. “This pack has its own glider-wings, and any flapping on your part will disrupt the steering mechanisms and put you in the ocean!”
“Understood!” T'reka chirped.
“We’re going to drop you in five.”
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
The doors beneath the pack that held her in straps dropped away.
The Flight Machine jumped away from her and wind rushed in her ears.
T'reka fought the urge to flap by increasing her grip on the shoulder straps and sinking her toe-talons into the canvas of the pack. She made her analytical mind take over for the descent.
The Flying Engine’s rapid ascent was an illusion caused by the pack’s bulk and apparent solidity in a rapidly-changing environment.
The apparently-ascending ground should not terrify and, though she felt the urge to slow her descent, she knew she must not.
The pack’s own wing should be deploying any moment now.
Any moment… now!
She fought terror by attempting to analyse the geography of her soon-to-be home.
Better-be home.
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![ONE MORE DAY
[violently refrains from doing a Les Mis filk]
“ The masters showed her a map - a better one than they had for running her through ore processing - and clipped a cable-holding thing into her harness. Sahra almost jumped into the tunnels,...](https://64.media.tumblr.com/8b62ac08b3cbe2a4552740a82f8d7b08/tumblr_mvcjgfTy391r4ndfvo1_500.png)
ONE MORE DAY
[violently refrains from doing a Les Mis filk]
The masters showed her a map - a better one than they had for running her through ore processing - and clipped a cable-holding thing into her harness. Sahra almost jumped into the tunnels, going as fast as she could until she got to a crossway and then, very quickly, bundling up some loops to hold in her less-useful hand. They wouldn’t yank her backwards so easy, this way.
She held tight with her less-able hand and leaned on everything with her knuckles, there. It didn’t slow her down one bit. The bit that did slow her down was the straight-up climb that looked like three, maybe as many as five whole levels.
There was no way she could do that quick. Down was easier than up, but the masters wanted her to go up, so up she would have to go.
Sahra used her elbows, back and feet to make it up. Sometimes, there were cubby-holes. Sometimes, there were vents. Most of the times, there were other branches.
And no matter how tight she held her loops, they fell away to nothing before she was halfway there. Now she had to stop and pull for enough slack to get another wriggle up-ways. The Vasht on the other end of Sahra’s cable did not like that, if the strength of her return tugs was any kind of sign.
Sahra just made it to the top, both arms stretched out into the tunnel she was supposed to take, when a very strong tug pulled her right off her perch and made her fall down.
Instinct made her stretch out for any hold she could grab. It also made her scream. It was a short fall in terms of time. Not even a lungful of scream in it, but it felt like almost a short, painful trip to heaven. Sahra got her breath back and swallowed her heart down. And blinked thirty times in the dim light because right there in front of her nose was a whole cell recharger.
October 29. TOMORROW.
(Please share the news with everyone you know)
THREE MORE DAYS
The supervisor’s empty claws poked her in the ribs, squeezed an arm, and finally turned Sahra’s head this way and that. “Always thought the really pale ones were dangerously inbred…” she murmured. She hissed between her pointy teeth. A noise of disappointment.
October 29
Spread the word
FOUR DAYS TO GO
Sahra was starting to get pins and needles in her hands and feet when a supervisor turned up. She knew better than to look at them. Looking was a sign of aggression.
“Well. Two dozen little rats all lined up in neat rows,” said the supervisor. Their boots stopped roughly in the middle of the area where they were all parked. “Who lead you all to this place?”
Sahra felt more than saw the forest of hands pointing towards her. She tentatively raised her clumsy-hand to don’t-shoot position just past the top of her hair.
Coming to Smashwords October 29