Jul 17
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Friday, July 17, 2009 in
Fan fiction, StoriesAuthor’s note: Captain Jack Harkness was created by Russell T. Davies and is prolly owned by the BBC. This fiction is presented for fun, not profit. Not a lot else to say. Except I was born to write guilt and despair.
Finally he found a place where no one died. The universe in the twenty-first century was a difficult thing to navigate. It was smaller than in Jack’s time, but less well understood. If you were lucky you could find some kind of wormhole device left by the Osirians or the ancient Gallifreyans, or the remnants of a Dalek time corridor. But if not, you were stuck on cold storage freighters in the stasis bays, or on massive colony ships where generations would expect to live and die before finding a new home.
It was barbaric and primitive. It was everything that had made this time period attractive to Jack and everything that made him feel like he was buried in concrete again.
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Jul 9
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Thursday, July 9, 2009 in
StoriesAuthor’s note: I don’t know if I’ll have time on Saturday so here’s a story today. You lucky people. It’s atypical. Except that it shows how good I am at writing movement.
Oh, and there is no title. If anyone comes up with one, do let me know.
His limbs were sparse and thin like a willow tree’s. He moved so fast so very fast, that the wind tried its best and failed to grab him, only gaining a slippery grip on his clothes, causing the fabric to flutter like a pennant. His lean, hard muscles clenched and relaxed with a tightness that felt powerful yet casual.
He ran, too fast for the world around to get a good look, almost too fast for the light to keep up with him. He ran, legs rising up to his chest almost for the briefest contact with the ground, covering more and more ground with each stride.
This was speed, this was life and joy. This was the past slipping away, sloughing away like dried papery snakeskin, this was the present as a blur of colour and a roar of sound, this was the future as something just ahead, barely an insect’s length out of reach as he moved forward, ever forward until he was nearly, tantalising close to there.
And then his foot hit something. Maybe a rock, maybe a hole. His leg tried to turn two ways at once while standing still as his body continued forward. But now he wasn’t moving in just two dimensions. Now he was pitching forward, now gravity and momentum were teaming up against him and were drawing him down and he was hitting the ground with such impact it was like an electric shock as his jaw collided with the world and his tongue was caught between two sharp sets of teeth and gave out blood and a tingle of pain that was like pleasure.
But even then, his immense speed carried him forward, tippletailing, arse over head until he came to a stop, spreadeagled, pain everywhere, the breath escaped from his slender frame and no inclination to rise for a good five minutes.
And he lay on his back and he stared at the sky with tears in his eyes as people passed him by and suddenly the freedom was long ago and far away.
Jul 8
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Wednesday, July 8, 2009 in
Uncategorized“Hello this is Jim Rockford, at the tone leave your name and message and I’ll get back to you.”
Hey, Jimmy, Jimmy, are you there? Jim? Jimmer? Jimmy Jim Jim Jiminovich? James? Big guy? Are you there? Jim? There? Jim? Are you? Are you there, Jim?
If you’re there, Jim, pick up, will you? Jim? Jiiii-iiiim! Jimbo!
… Hm. I don’t think he’s there. What? I said, I don’t think he’s there. There. What? He’s not picking up. Picking up. No. No. Picking up. He’s not… Yeah. Yeah he’s not there. Well do you want to talk to him? No? I didn’t think so.
Jim, it’s Stu. I need something for a blog post and I was talking to this scuzzy little guy called Angel (though he said his real name was Stuart, so I kind of fell in love with him at that moment, I don’t think there are any bad Stuarts in the world - Stuart Little, Stu Francis, Stuart thingy who was in Lethal Weapon…) and he said you might be able to help.
Jim, it would really help if you could get back to me because I have to put something up soon and… Never mind, I’ll just run some filler…
Jul 4
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Saturday, July 4, 2009 in
Fan fiction, StoriesAuthor’s Note: 2000AD, when I was a kid, used to have future shocks by people like Alan Moore and Grant Morrison, short three to five page comic strips with a nice little sting in the tale. This story is one of those type of things built on my hatred of hyperbole, which seems to be the sole rhetorical device used in television these days. It’s also built on my love of the cosmic. Of reaching out into the vastness of what is, and like Zaphod Beeblebrox, accepting our own significance in it.
I hope you like it.
“Tonight, we’re looking for that exceptional quantum physicist who can create a whole new universe to the very highest standards.”
“Manipulating the elemental forces of creation doesn’t get tougher than this.”
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