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Thank you doughboycafe. These features, and those who drop by to read them, fave them, leave a thought on them, and follow me because of them, mean a great deal to me. Always have.
I don't name her in that story, but the "bruja" is Nuri, a character who has been occupying more and more of my imagination lately (if you follow me on Twitter, you've probably seen all my microfiction farts about her on various hashtag writing games). Since posting that story, she has turned up in this one, as well:
...and I have two more to come, following. This may be developing into a novella situation. I don't want to say too much along those lines, because I've been down that road before only to stop cold and leave people hanging. I hate that. All I can say is that Nuri has formed in my mind very clearly. Her life is not a happy one and I'm trying to go beyond the usual cyberpunk tropes in how I delve into it. The world in which she inhabits is becoming a platform for me to say some things I've been wanting to say about our own, and her story is allowing me to scare myself by writing about some things that I haven't before. I may not do it well, but that's kind of the point.
Anyway. If you're sticking around, thanks for doing that.
Oh, and sleepran? Thanks for this. It's helped a great deal. The air in Nuri's world is made of smog, industrial waste, Danger, Glitch Mob, and Carpenter Brut.
BrujaMister Curses was Gina's threadbare, stuffed black cat made of old t-shirts. Her abuela made him as a gift two Halloween-birthdays ago. Now abuela was gone, Mom was passed out again on the couch, and it was just little Gina, Mister Curses, the blinking security status panel, and the gunfire beyond the door outside.
She clutched the floppy cat to her chest as the shouting started. She didn't know the language, but it wasn't English and it wasn't Spanish. She'd heard it before, the men who ran the building they lived in and collected money or other things from Mom used it all the time. They scared little Gina. They scared Mom too, but she tried not to show it.
After they scared Mom, Mom usually ended up the way she was now. On the couch. Needles on the floor.
The security panel was red. Gina knew that meant not to open the door. It meant the air was dangerous, or there were guns. She heard screaming, in the men's voices. Then nothing. She hugged Mister Curses.
She heard a w
Thank you doughboycafe. These features, and those who drop by to read them, fave them, leave a thought on them, and follow me because of them, mean a great deal to me. Always have.
I don't name her in that story, but the "bruja" is Nuri, a character who has been occupying more and more of my imagination lately (if you follow me on Twitter, you've probably seen all my microfiction farts about her on various hashtag writing games). Since posting that story, she has turned up in this one, as well:
Bruja 2: Brick WitchcraftThe stadium roof was a steel spider web, lit pink and red from above by digital sakura falling from a passing promo airship.
Nuri stood in silhouette against the giant springtime display behind her. Far below, pyros fired, bold colors reflecting from her left eye. A crowd roared. She shifted her weight, leaned against the metal support of the huge LEDs that craned over the stadium like wide-eyed insects. Final score. Somebody won, somebody lost.
Nuri clicked through her feed brought through her right eye. Money changing hands. She could see it pulse through the stadium like a heartbeat, fed through satellites, wire transfers, currency exchanges. She smiled a little as she confirmed one exchange. Why not? She was here anyway.
She clicked over to the social feeds, then VR, then news crawls, all the while watching her cameras. Killing time, until.
Her mouthpiece slid into place from her ear like a grass snake, and Gardener's voice crackled in, right on time as always. "Is he moving?"
Quic
...and I have two more to come, following. This may be developing into a novella situation. I don't want to say too much along those lines, because I've been down that road before only to stop cold and leave people hanging. I hate that. All I can say is that Nuri has formed in my mind very clearly. Her life is not a happy one and I'm trying to go beyond the usual cyberpunk tropes in how I delve into it. The world in which she inhabits is becoming a platform for me to say some things I've been wanting to say about our own, and her story is allowing me to scare myself by writing about some things that I haven't before. I may not do it well, but that's kind of the point.
Anyway. If you're sticking around, thanks for doing that.
Oh, and sleepran? Thanks for this. It's helped a great deal. The air in Nuri's world is made of smog, industrial waste, Danger, Glitch Mob, and Carpenter Brut.
It's October
I've received questions about this, so I thought I should say something. No, there is no All Hallow's Tales contest this year. Yes, I feel weird about that. It's been a part of my life for well over a decade, as well as for many, many people who entered, supported, judged, and enjoyed the contest along with me. For a lot of reasons, I decided to let it go. Forever? I don't know. I can tell you that I'm more than happy to support and help out anyone who wants to take it on, or do their own Lit contest for the spooky season. I certainly don't own the idea. I'll always love this time of year, and I'll always love all of you. You're the reason the contest lasted as long as it did, and it had a damn good run. I'm proud of it, and grateful to everyone who has ever been a part of it. Happy Halloween. - Jay
Winners all!
This year's All Hallow's Tales contest has come to an end, and for the first time ever, with someone new at the helm. @ThornyEnglishRose did an outstanding job, and the contest drew some fantastic entries. Judging was very hard, and the margins were - as I understand - razor thin. With that in mind, I encourage you to check out the entire entry gallery. Good stuff within. Here are the winners! Watching and Waiting, by @squanpie took First: A Choice Between Deaths by @CobraToon took Second: Shortage by @saartha took Third: Honorable Mentions (told you it was close) go to: The Greatest of Them All by @Asahi-Taichou Growth by @SunlessSquid Thanks to all judges, entrants, prize donors, and especially to @ThornyEnglishRose for knocking it out of the park. And as I always say: Halloween never ends. It waits.
Fifty Halloweens
So I'm reading over the All Hallow's Tales entries, and damn, I should have given this thing to @ThornyEnglishRose years ago. Y'all turned in some good stuff! I turned 50 today. Kinda snuck up on me like a sudden ghost. A bunch of creepy stories is the perfect gift. Happy Halloween, all. Thanks for helping me celebrate the season all these years.
All Hallows' Tales - BIG CHANGES
Hello all! If you've been following me for the past, I dunno, 14 years, then you know that September is the time when I usually start asking for prize and/or volunteer commitments for the All Hallows' Tales contest. After 13 amazing years, I am now handing over primary hosting duties to @ThornyEnglishRose. She is no stranger to the contest, having entered every year and won every prize level at least once. She's also an outstanding Lit supporter and a dear friend. The contest is in good hands. So, if you haven't already done so (and I can't imagine why not), go and follow @ThornyEnglishRose for all contest announcements and updates. She'll be posting a journal about this in the next day or so. I'll do my best to support her in any way possible, and I hope you will, too. :pumpkin: :rose:
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