It's been far too long since I've posted any new fiction here (or anywhere, really) and all the stories I have almost-finished are a) not finished, and b) too long to finish quickly and post tonight.
Given that, I figured I'd start something new, officially. alarin612's done something similar, posting unfinished bits of story to have a record of it, but it hasn't had its own category...
This is a scene that's been bouncing around my head for months, and is actually the reason I decided to tie The Wayferer in with Hammer & Axe & Anne.
Inspired by the Heather Alexander tune "Healing Chant" off the Merlin's Descendants album.
It contains spoilers for what will happen to my Mystic Frontiers gang (Hammer, Axe, Wayfarer) so don't read it if you don't want spoilers for something that will be in a longer story sometime between "soon" and "later." Also, there's singing.
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First, a new podcast episode: What Inspires You? #2, over at Karak Speaks True.
In this episode, alarin612 and I ramble about What's inspring us and what we're up to in Alternia, and the Writers Rules of Alternia. The conversation keeps veering in to thoughts on DC comics, specifically in regards to continuity.
Second, See that user icon on this post? That's right, baby. We've got a logo for Alternia Comics! (website to be updated soon-ish)
This logo is thanks to my friend TestMAD over on the irc network Thinstack.
And that brings me to the third new thingie. Alternia Comics has an official IRC chatroom, on Thinstack of course.
If you don't have an irc client, or don't want to bother installing one, you can head over to the Thinstack Network page, find the entry for #alterniacomics, and click on it. This will open up a java chat window and bring you to the chat room.
If you do have an irc client, you can tell it to connect to irc.thinstack.com port 6667 and /join #alterniacomics
Hope to see you there! :)
Ivan looked across the dance floor at Warren Meyers - the White Blur - dancing to "Standing Still" with his girlfriend.
"Doing what?" Ivan asked.
"Dancing!" replied a confused and astonished Protanya. "I mean, they're really good ... they're BOTH really good."
Protanya gave Ivan a "duh" look with those luminous green eyes of hers. Ivan had seen incredibly destructive energy beams blast forth from those eyes, so he always flinched just a little when she looked at him that way. "Isn't Warren's girlfriend deaf?"
Comprehension struck Ivan soundly. He looked back at the dancers in question, remembering hearing through the cape-vine how Warren had saved the young woman's life, but in doing so went so fast while carrying her that her eardrums were burst open. Even so, she was so grateful for what he had meant to do that what he had done accidentally seemed unimportant. Warren kept most of it private, but one thing led to another and now here they were, a pair of young lovers dancing in each others' arms.
"Huh. I guess you're right. I have no idea."
Tracey was a dancer. She loved to dance- competetively, in the clubs, on stage, wherever the music took her. Right after she lost her hearing, her first thoughts had been how that part of her would be lost now. With no way to hear the music, her body could not respond. She could go through the motions, but it would be cold, mechanical, and purposeless.
Tracey still couldn't hear the music, but it hardly mattered, now. She could see Warren's eyes, feel the warmth of his hands, and - most importantly - dance to the beat of the vibrations he was making with his super speed to guide her.
Tracey couldn't hear the music, but thanks to the wonderful man holding her and the amazing things he could do - the amazing things he CHOSE to do - she could still feel alive on the dance floor.
This is a story called Without Time. It started as a story that would introduce the character Tempo, and introduce readers to the World of Heroes and First Line in general. This was my second take at Tempo’s origin, and I’m still not happy with it.. and realized during final edit this story retcons some of White Blur’s history, but not in a huge way.
I apologize for taking over two months to get a new story episode out. I’ve started a daily audio blog, so hopefully that’ll get me back in the podcasting swing and get episodes out more regularly.
Hooray! Finally an episode in 2008. This was originally going to be a segment in What Inspires You, but when I realized it account for about half of the almost two hour recording, I decided it would be its own show.
This is the Character Focus show, where Alarin and I talk about a specific character, his/her origins, and some stories of the character’s development. And other random things.
A few words of warning: There is coarse language, but not spoken in a mean spirited or hateful way, I don’t think … Also, it’s only lightly edited. After having this file for over a month and barely touching it, I decided to just post it and be done with it. If anyone complains, I’ll probably go back and edit it. Be glad I took out the part where I stepped away to get the laptop’s power cord, and Alarin started singing “Manah Manah”
Music is the song “Rain” by Afternights. Find their music on Kam’s web page: haoma.neonphog.com
Just need to actually write it, now.
Making notes for later, as my energy is quickly draining.
Expect this story in the next few days.
They say every man has a story to tell.
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Blame mayamaia for this one. ;)
Warren blinked at the simple question. "Why? I run ... to save people. To stop bad things from happening."
"No," said Xiao Lin, known to his friends, and the world, as Runechild. "That is why you put on your uniform and call yourself the White Blur. If not these clothes and not this name, you would choose others."
Warren found it hard to argue with that. He found it hard to argue with Xiao at all.
"Now, think hard. Why do you run?"
Warren's brow creased. He thought back to the moment he realized he was ... fast. It was terrifying, but also ...
"The thrill," he said. "I love how it feels. I love how the world stands still for me. I love the wind on my face, the fantastic things I can do."
"And yet you fear to."
Warren clenched his fists and his teeth and tried not to cry. "Yes," he breathed.
Xiao was silent for a moment. It felt like the gathering of a storm ... or like sunlight breaking slowly through the clouds. Then he spoke, asking another question: "Do you know what speed is?"
Now Warren was a little insulted. Runechild was quick - could do things at speeds that caught even him off guard - but Warren Meyers was the fastest living thing in existence. "Of course I know what speed is," he said, showing his annoyance in his voice.
"And yet you know you can go faster than you have before. So I ask you, if you have not gone as fast as you can go, how can you know what true speed is?"
Once again, Warren was without an answer.
"True speed," Xiao began, finally teaching now that the student was ready to listen, "is not in how fast you can move, how quickly you can arrive at where you want to be, or how many times you can hit your opponent before he knows he has been hit. True speed is found in the imperceptibly inevitable."
Warren tried to understand, but Xiao kept on teaching.
"It is the changing of the seasons, the passage of years. It is the life of a child who is suddenly grown and gone. It is the full and grand sweep of history, the years and centuries that have all come and gone. It is when we realize we have fallen in love, but cannot discern when it happened. It is when the sun sets as you are not looking." Xiao pointed over Warren's shoulder.
Warren turned to see the last brilliant wisp of scarlet fade from a darkening sky.
"Catch that moment again, speedster," came the impossible challenge.
Warren laughed at himself.
It’s the inaugural episode of a new monthly podcast hosted by me and my co-conspirator in all this Alternia chaos, Alarin Avaril.
In this episode we:
- Set up the format for future episodes
- Talk about what’s inspiring us and where we get our ideas
- Discuss current projects and how we’re spending our time in Alternia
- Spoiler Section: This time we discuss the Paragon Spirits in Alternia. What they are and where they came from.
If you’d like to tell us what inspires you, the fans of Alternia Comics, you can send us an email (inspire @ alterniacomics.com)