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Let’s Look at Zeugma

A zeugma is when you use a word in two different manners in the same sentence or paragraph. It’s often intended to be funny and clever.

I wrote this story during the second quarter of 2021. I had never before heard of this term used in language. And the word and the story mainly exist because I needed a prompt word starting with the letter Z.

But unlike a lot of my other short stories from 2018 and 2021 where I had to fit in a prompt word somehow, some way, I think this one turned out fairly well.

Background

The original prompt word was just the word that became the title. And then, of course, I had to look it up.

In addition, this story has a language device which I have used before, and I love. That is, that alien names are tough for us, so the program gives us human-sounding (English or French or Hebrew, etc. as necessary) words instead. Hence, students have names like Arrow and Key.

I also used this idea in The New Kid.

A Zeugma of a Plot

There is very little plot here. The main thing that happens is that the teacher imparts wisdom to students who just so happen to not be human.

But the truth is, without the descriptions of the alien students, this lesson could have been taught in virtually any regular classroom from Boston to Brisbane.

Characters in Zeugma

The characters are Marta (the teacher), and aliens, including ones named Dahlia, Brownie, Arrow, and Key.

Memorable Quotes

“Class!” Marta called out. “Today, we’re going to learn about a rather odd part of human speech.”

The class clicked or squawked once they heard that. Alien communication organs—not always what anyone would refer to as a mouth—couldn’t always make sounds understood by humans. Translation devices were a common and necessary fact of life. But the vagaries of human syntax and expression were important. Marta’s job was to teach that.

“Teacher?” asked a mechanical voice associated with a feathered alien in the front row.

“Yes, Dahlia?” Alien names were hard for humans—as hard as human names often were for aliens. Translations and transliterations had to suffice.

“Is this part of human speech common?”

“That’s a very good question. And, in point of fact, it’s not. It’s not too far off from our unit on puns.”

“Oh, yeah,” said a mechanical voice on the right side of the room, belonging to a tall, thin insectoid alien. “Like when you said a human might refer to fourteen carats when they mean a diamond or other precious gem, but another human might take that to mean vegetables.”

“Precisely, Arrow. The zeugma is so strange that I suspect most humans don’t know what it’s called when they use it,” said Marta.

Genre and Overall Mood

The genre is science fiction/school story. The mood is educational and a bit playful. Or, to use a zeugma, it’s a bunch of bits of writing and computer memory.

Rating for Zeugma

The story has a K rating.

Takeaways

I like the idea behind this one. I’ve covered these kinds of classrooms before, where a human teacher is trying to impart the subtleties of our society to a room full of aliens who may or may not ever get it.

I like the idea enough that I would probably do well to compile some of them and write something longer.

Hmm.

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Let’s Take a Deep Dive into Water

I really like the idea behind Water, because I fully believe that this is the kind of action while will happen in the future. And, it should be a good story to document such a historical moment.

However, with very little dramatic tension in this story, it would be better as a small scene within a far larger piece.

I wrote this story during the third quarter of 2021.

Background

The original prompt word for this particular short story was just the word that became the title. And, heh, sorry, not sorry about the horrible play on words in the first section.

Plot

There is not too much of a plot to speak of. Still, it is the kind of activity which it makes sense for someone to write about: terraforming.

Contrast this with the plot and overall soul of the far superior Mettle.

Characters from Water

The characters are Jason and Shelley.

Memorable Quotes

“If this works, we’ll be rich,” said Jason.

“And if not?” asked Shelley.

“Eh, we’re no worse off than before, I guess.”

“How does it work?”

“It grabs hydrogen—the planet’s full of this stuff.”

“But there’s not a lot of oxygen,” she said.

“I know. But we only need half. And if we really need to, we can do little fancy molecular footwork.”

“I won’t pretend that I get the mechanics of it all. But whatever—let’s see if it all really works.”

Genre and Overall Mood

The genre is science fiction. The mood is cautiously optimistic.

Rating for Water

The story has a K rating.

Takeaways for Water

Whenever we as a species are truly able to perform this task, I feel that it would be a vital part of our overall development. This is the kind of activity that will be revolutionary. It will thoroughly alter the course of our history.

As such, it deserves a far more subtle and in-depth treatment than in this little throwaway story. Truly, it will be an epic achievement, and this short tale does not do it justice, not by a long short. That’s unfortunate.

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Let’s Look at Quartz

I can immediately tell that Quartz got its name because I was hunting around for a prompt word that started with the letter Q. And the fact of the matter is that is generally not going to be the world’s most compelling reason to tell any sort of story.

Unfortunately, the piece suffers, due to this rather precise fact. But I am still going to report on it here in my blog, warts and all.

I wrote this story during the second quarter of 2021.

Background

The original prompt word was just the word that became the title.

Plot for Quartz

There’s barely a plot to this one. It’s really just an idea, and not a too terribly well executed idea, at that.

In fact, the excerpt below is something like three-quarters of the entire piece.

Characters

The sole character is just the narrator. And I never even gave them a name, anyway.

Memorable Quotes

Glass on spaceships is a terrible idea. Just think, meteors. And aluminum oxynitride is a great idea in theory, except it’s polluting as all get out. As in, threatening the lion population.

So, engineers had to come up with something or other that would be durable but also something you could see out of. Hence, they hit upon quartz. Which is lovely, but for one thing: it easily gets distorted.

Genre and Overall Mood

The genre is science fiction, with a very small amount of humor. Very small. The mood is mostly instructional beyond anything else. There is not really a lot of dramatic tension in this tiny piece.

Rating for Quartz

The story has a K rating. I had to fudge the ‘facts’ by making the alternative material horribly polluting. It was the only way to make this tiny piece work at all.

Takeaways

Could it be better? I kind of doubt that. In actuality, Quartz would normally just be a few throwaway lines in a longer piece.

Hey, they can’t all be gems. Still, I offer you what I’ve got, the good, the bad, the weird, and the grievously underdeveloped. Which is what this story most certainly is.

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Let’s Look at The Hermit

While it is the title of this short story, the hermit isn’t the main character at all.

I wrote this story during the third quarter of 2018. In addition, I am quite sure that the title and the prompt are one and the same.

Background for The Hermit

As almost a side story to Aenor the Wanted, this story pulls from the other side of the same medieval village, in a way. But I apparently wrote this one earlier.

Plot of The Hermit

As the unwanted daughter of a villager in the tenth century, the unnamed narrator is blamed for every misfortune that befalls her family. Eventually, this leads to the entire village blaming her for bad crops and other disasters.

But she knows there’s a hermit living high on a nearby hill. When she can finally escape her abusive family, it’s the only place she can think of going.

Characters

The characters are the unnamed narrator, her terrible family, the miller’s family, the hermit, and a scout who is sent up the hill several years later.

Memorable Quotes

He was one of those people rarely if ever seen in the village. At least, that’s what I was told when I was a very young girl. And with the threat, that if I didn’t go to sleep when told or eat my supper, or if I otherwise misbehaved, that somehow, some way, he would come and get me.

And so, I was afraid of him in the early part of my life, as were many of the village children.

My parents didn’t want a girl. Girls are trouble; girls are expensive, they would say. And so, I was given the heel of the bread and the last of the meat. It was all saved up for their almighty son, my elder brother.

But curiously enough, after I was born, my mother could no longer have any children. Perhaps there were spirits punishing her and my father for being so cruel and neglectful. I don’t know. They blamed me for her infertility. They blamed me for everything.

Genre and Overall Mood

The genre is historical fiction. And while things start off grim for the narrator, they do turn themselves around.

Rating for The Hermit

The story has a K rating. While the reader knows the main character has a difficult life, and is suffering beatings, nothing like that is actually ‘on screen’.

Takeaways

With a much more realistic take on the Middle Ages than the far more optimistic Aenor the Wanted, this story presents a life for a girl which ends relatively happily. But there were any number of chances when it wouldn’t have.

And how many real girls of the tenth century would have lost their lives for no reason apart from being female and not dying when a brother did? We would most likely never know the details. But it was rather possible. The people of this time frame were very superstitious.

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Let’s Look at Buzz

You won’t need to get a good buzz on, in order to read about this short story!

I wrote this story during the second quarter of 2018. I believe the title is the prompt word. It seems as good a guess as any.

Background

While I cannot recall exactly what I was thinking a good (Egad, really? Yes, really!) seven years ago, the idea of using the term to denote caffeine ingestion is my kind of zig instead of zagging writing.

Plot

A member of a remote religious order loses their place in the community and their home for the unpardonable sin of going out for coffee.

Along with drinking something clearly impure and forbidden, the narrator has left the order’s compound.

And that, quite simply, is never allowed to happen.

A Small Buzz of Characters

The characters are the narrator, who talks about a person they only call the Guru, a barista for the coffee shop (never seen on screen) and at least one other person in the coffee shop.

Memorable Quotes

So I drank way too much coffee this morning and now I might be able to smell colors.

Okay, so I’m kidding about the colors, but I really am wired. Which is kind of odd, because everybody is so mellow at the retreat, so loose and calm. We all reflect, usually silently, and we eat our wholesome raw vegan foods and do yoga and the predominant fashion color choices are white, beige, blush, and saffron.

We are one with the universe.

And now my universe is hopelessly caffeinated.

It all started when I did something wrong, which I will admit to gladly and with no forcing. But we don’t call it wrong there or bad or evil or criminal or anything of the sort. I mean, it’s not horrible in the greater scheme of things, although I can tell the Guru thinks so.

My crime?

I went out for coffee.

Genre and Overall Mood

The genre is contemporary fiction, I suppose you could say. The mood? Neutral more than anything else.

Rating for Buzz

The story has a K rating.

Takeaways

I really like the idea of the buzz from coffee waking us all up from our slumbers. And then, with the narrator, waking them up from simply blindly accepting every single little thing that goes on in the unnamed religious order.

In fact, they ‘wake up’ so much so that they start to realize it was really a cult.

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Let’s Look at It’s Five O’clock Somewhere

Of course, many if not all of us have heard the term it’s five o’clock somewhere before. It’s always in the context of drinking at some weird hour. For this disturbing short story,
I wrote this story during the first quarter of 2018.

Background

I wrote something relatively similar to this back when I was writing a lot of fan fiction. But back then, I pulled a lot more punches, and that scene/story ended much more happily. Much, much happier.

Not so this time.

Plot

As the head of a time travel team talks about how time travel should be impossible, she also goes into what’s essentially almost the Sapient Timeline theory. The idea about the Sapient Timeline theory is that time travelers are almost off the hook.

That is, that everything will eventually right itself in the end. Is it wishful thinking? Of course it is!

While the narrator doesn’t actually refer to it as wishful thinking in so many words, she does make it clear that looking at a timeline over the course of millennia doesn’t do a damned bit of good for the people in the here and now.

Characters

The characters are really just the narrator, who supervises her team and her junior engineer. They work as time travelers.

Memorable Quotes from It’s Five O’clock Somewhere

This is not supposed to be possible. The very thought of it just plain doesn’t work, in a philosophical sense. Yet here we are, and it exists so therefore it must be possible.

Cogito ergo whatever.

I shouldn’t be so flip about it. It’s bloody tragic and depressing is what it is.

Time travel is a beast and a wild invention and I’m glad I’m in charge of our team but at the same time, it’s got collateral damage. I suppose we don’t stop to think of some poor fellow who perishes in Pompeii, AD 79 who wasn’t supposed to. We don’t stop to think of the extra casualty at Antietam or the extra survivor of the Titanic who marries someone and another doesn’t get the opportunity. We don’t think about such things. {Rather,} we just let them go. They all are supposed to just even themselves out over the course of the millennia.

Genre and Overall Mood

It’s science fiction. More specifically, it’s time travel. And the mood is exceptionally depressing.

Rating for It’s Five O’clock Somewhere

The story has a T rating. The ending is seriously disturbing, and you may want to reach for a bottle of your own once you’re done. Sorry.

Takeaways

This one is a gut punch, and it should remind a reader that there is every reason that time travel, if it is even remotely possible, should be hard to do. Really, really hard to do.

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Let’s Look at Your Planet Smells Like Wet Dog

I love this line, and the title came long before the plot of Your Planet Smells Like Wet Dog.

I wrote this story during the second quarter of 2018.

Background

The title or at least the idea of it came from a series of fan fiction stories I wrote during the 2010s. But this story has nothing to do with those, apart from the fact that the aliens in both instances are rather canid in both appearance and aspect.

Plot for Your Planet Smells Like Wet Dog

When Private Rachel Corcoran, a data specialist, arrives to work with a canid alien species to merge their database with ours, she commits an unpardonable diplomatic gaffe almost immediately.

Characters

The characters are Rachel Corcoran, her unnamed supervisor, the canid alien supervisor, and Rachel’s alien counterpart, Gray. There’s a third alien, but they never speak and I do not describe them at all.

Memorable Quotes

The three aliens standing with us were fluffy, with foxlike ears and pointed snouts. As one, they all tilted their heads to one side as they listened to the translation through their version of earbuds. I tried not to chuckle.

Their leader, who was reddish, spoke and we waited for the translation. “What does that mean?”

My superior officer was about to answer for me when I just said, “Forget it. I’m an idiot. I’ve got no diplomatic experience, and it shows.”

My superior added, emphasizing the first word, “Private Corcoran here is not used to the niceties of embassies. Her background is in data. She’s here to help you integrate your records with our own.”

“Yes, yes, of course. My right hand here is versed in such things. We are all anxious to see how our two technologies can merge.” The canid leader indicated a shorter alien with a kind of blue merle fur pattern. They were all canid, but at least they were wearing clothes. Thank God for small miracles.

“We’ll leave you two to get acquainted,” my superior said. Then she whispered to me, “Try not to make an ass out of yourself again, Rachel.” I nodded and they left.

Genre and Overall Mood

The genre is hard science fiction. And while the initial bit would make you believe that we might even suffer an attack for Rachel’s inability to keep her trap shut, it turns out all right. And so, the overall mood is positive.

Rating for Your Planet Smells Like Wet Dog

The story has a K+ rating. There is some very mild language in there, and at the start, it does feel as if things could go south rather quickly.

Takeaways from Your Planet Smells Like Wet Dog

It is a wonder, in science fiction, how anything gets done properly. And perhaps one of the biggest issues, I believe, is that there could always be someone a lot like Rachel, who would engage her mouth a lot earlier than she would engage her brain.

Oops. But at least she didn’t start an interplanetary incident. So, we’ll give her a gold star for that one. A really, really small star. Let’s not get carried away here.

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A Review of Blue Card

It’s time to look at Blue Card, another story where the government is a tyranny.

I wrote this story during the first or second quarter of 2018.

Background

Since for many people, it’s necessary to carry a kind of identity card, this idea sprang up relatively naturally and easily.

And now, given the current presidential administration, it could become a reality for even more people, heh. Not a pleasant thought, not one bit.

Plot for Blue Card

A blue identity card left in the street, a bit of litter, mars the otherwise ‘perfect’ world of a child of a couple who are members of an unnamed fascist party.

As the only deviation and ‘defect’ in her life, the girl fixates on this imperfection and obsesses over it until her curiosity gets the better of her.

Characters in Blue Card

The characters are the narrator, an unnamed girl in a distant, dystopian future, and the people of her society.

Memorable Quotes

There is a blue card in the street. It’s dirty and a bit folded. The writing is hard to decipher. The wrinkles in it make the printing hard to make out. But it’s there all right.

I stepped over it the first time I saw it, trying not to get my new shoes wet and dirty because it was right near a puddle. I was going to school for the first day of the autumn-winter term and I wanted to look my very best. That’s because we’re party members – or at least my parents are. And that means we need to set a good example. It would never do for me to look dirty.

The second time I saw it, it was a few weeks later. The puddles had frozen and it had been trapped in one of them, and that’s why it was obscured. There was a slight thaw and one corner of it was visible, peeking out of the side of the frozen puddle, as if it were a crocus.

Again, I avoided it; this time, I sidestepped it.

The winter came and went. The spring term began.

When the weather got warmer in earnest, I walked a different route so I did not see it. I walked through the town, showing off my clean coat and polished shoes, my fresh-scrubbed face and my two perfectly symmetrical braids. I knew I was being looked at. And I knew I was making a good example. Someone has to, after all.

Rating

The story has a T rating. There are a lot of not too pleasant things that go on in this one. You have been warned.

Takeaways from Blue Card

I had thought that this story was on Wattpad, but it turns out that it isn’t!

Although I believe I did make the rounds of querying it for a while there.

With a little expansion, I think this could become a rather good story. It’s a bit like The Resurrection of Ditte in a lot of ways. And, perhaps, the POV character will get a chance for atonement just like Edith does in Ditte.

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Let’s Look at None of This is Real

Check out None of This is Real.

I wrote this story during the first quarter of 2018. Although it may have been earlier.

Background for None of This is Real

It is entirely possible that I was thinking about the old Star Trek: Voyager episode, Fair Haven when I wrote this piece.

But do keep in mind: I never actually saw that entire episode! I just know about it from the internet.

Plot

Everything in Laurie’s life has the ability to change as she wishes, as a part of her overall entertainment program. This even includes what’s to be seen outside the windows of the offices where she works.

When she hires a new Vice President of Marketing, sparks fly. And as the café where they have lunch changes, so do dozens if not thousands of other little details.

But what’s real? Why, nothing, of course, except for Laurie herself. It’s just like the title says.

Characters

The characters are Laurie and Jason. The story is told entirely from Laurie’s point of view. She is the CEO of an unnamed company. Jason is a new hire, the Vice President of Marketing.

Memorable Quotes

Laurie stared out the windows of her high rise office. The view of Boston was, as always, spectacular. She waved her hand over the scene in a very deliberate way – left to right, fingers splayed, at eye level, and the outdoor scene changed to Jakarta. Another wave and it was Pittsburgh. Another and the scene became Nairobi.

A cough behind her interrupted her reverie. She turned around. “Oh, Jason, you startled me.”

“Sorry,” he said. “I can see what the perks are of being the CEO. A variant window! I never thought I’d see one.” He fiddled with his tie.

“Yours is nice, too.”

“It’s just Liverpool. Which is fine. It’s good to see home and all. But it never becomes anywhere else. At least the picture moves.”

“Right. You could be stuck with one of the stationary ones in Sales.”

“Or just a regular old view of Mars, like in Clerical.”

“Why did you come here? Are you dissatisfied with your new job and your new office?”

“Oh no, not at all,” Jason said. “It’s more that I was wondering if I could ask you to lunch. Is that allowed?”

“Hell, we could call it business, and it would all be deductible,” Laurie said, smiling.

“I, well,” he played with his tie some more, threatening to wrinkle the expensive green Chinese silk creation from the best-known Italian fashion house.

“Hmm?”

“I was kind of hoping it wouldn’t have to be business.” He paused and then face palmed. “I mean all business. I’d rather it wasn’t strictly, 100% business, if that’s okay with you.”

Genre and Overall Mood

The genre is hard science fiction. And so far as the overall mood goes, it’s kind of dreamy and a bit romantic. On balance, it’s a positive story.

Rating

The story has a K rating.

Takeaways from None of This is Real

I really love the premise for this one, and I think it’s got the makings of something more. But not necessarily about Jason and Laurie, per se. I think it’s a lot more likely that the concept of variant windows would work well in a universe.

Since this story already takes place on Mars, there is virtually nothing stopping me from setting it in the Obolonk universe and calling it a day. Hell, I might even add something like this to the third trilogy.

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Let’s Look at A Path Not Taken … Much

While I suppose that I can never really be sure as to exactly what I was thinking when I wrote A Path Not Taken … Much, I can say that the narrator ends up having a particularly bad day.

I wrote this story during the second quarter of 2018.

Background

I was most likely thinking about the old Ray Bradbury story, A Sound of Thunder when I wrote this one. Although the story and the endgame are just a little bit different.

And plagiarism/copyright violations have never, ever been my intentions.

Plot for A Path Not Taken … Much

Without too much of a plot to speak of, the narrator is somehow relating their complaints about the rules for visiting this particular alien world. And I say somehow, because it seems as if, by the time you get to the end of the piece, that that would not be possible.

In any event, little do the narrator and the reader, for that matter know—those rules are there for a damned good reason.

A casual disregarding of the rules leads to the main character’s spectacularly bad day.

Characters on a Path Not Taken Much

The only character is a narrator who I neither name nor describe. But the whole short story is rather sketchy, so that totally tracks.

Memorable Quotes

The first thing they tell you is not to stray off the path. And I did, so that one’s on me. Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.

But what they don’t tell you is that the parts off the path are kind of the most fun. Although I’m sure the tour guide wouldn’t say so.

It’s an alien world, they said. The natives might not take too kindly to someone just barging in, they said. And every visitor is an ambassador for Earth, they said.

Oh, please. It’s not like I’m some diplomat or something.

Rating

The story has a K rating.

Takeaways for A Path Not Taken … Much

I think this one works pretty well as a kind of ultimate FAFO story. You know, fuck around and find out.

I can see a few places where I could cut some words and trim down the prose. Since it’s 174 words right now, it is not outside the realm of possibility that I would be able to cut it down enough for it to be accepted as a drabble somewhere.

And so, this little dollop of a creepy short story just might find a home after all.

And then I can dedicate it to all of those annoying people who I have ever known, who thought that the rules did not apply to them. Well, they did, and they still do.

Jerks.

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