31 July 2009

Sponsor me in the Clarion West Write-a-thon 2009!

I'm one of the writers participating in the sixth annual Clarion West Write-a-thon, in which you (a generous sponsor) donate whatever amount suits your budget to support this fine writers workshop whose graduates include:To read more about my writing goals and make a donation by PayPal, see:100% of your donations go directly to Clarion West, a 501(c)(3) non-profit educational organization, and are fully tax-deductible.

Regardless of whether you decide to donate, you can follow my progress from now through July 31st on LiveJournal. I'm shooting for an average of 1,024 words a day or more.

* Post-dated from 21 Jun 2009 to stay at top of blog.

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10 July 2009

"Zombies vs. Aliens"

ZOMBIES VS. ALIENS
By Curtis C. Chen

"But it could be a weapon, Dad!"

"I said leave it alone."

The boy, Jimmy, kept staring at the object on the ground. He pointed to one vertex of the roughly triangular shape. "Doesn't that end look like a parasol omitter?"

His father, Dylan, smiled at the mispronunciation. "Particle emitter," he corrected. "Could be."

Laurie called down from the top of the hill. "They're coming!"

Dylan waved to his daughter, then put down his backpack. He tossed a pair of blue nitrile gloves to Jimmy.

"Put those on first," Dylan said. "And be careful."

"Okay!" Jimmy said.

Dylan checked his GPS unit and marked their current location on the map. He unfolded the paper and looked at his previous markings.

"They're headed toward the mountain," he muttered to himself. "What's at the mountain?"

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The triangular object turned out to be some kind of neural disruptor. Zombies were tough to kill, but even they couldn't survive without a central nervous system.

It was Laurie who figured out how to trigger the device. Jimmy shouted with delight when she accidentally killed a squirrel. Then Laurie started crying, and Dylan shushed them both.

The disruptor seemed to take a long time to recharge, which could be fatal if an entire horde was attacking. Dylan wondered if that was what had happened to the aliens who dropped it.

He led the way through the foothills to the base of the mountain. Jennifer was the one who had loved hiking, and Dylan had gone along because he loved being with her and the kids. Even when he was sweaty and sore and sunburned, it had been worth it, to see his family happy.

It was cooler now, overcast almost every day, though rarely rainy. Dylan wondered if the aliens had something to do with that, too.

He heard a noise ahead of them. "Stop!" he hissed. The children froze.

An alien burst out of the underbrush. The wide, flat head turned to look directly at them. Three glistening black eyes narrowed, and the creature keened before swiveling away and making tracks in the opposite direction.

"Wait!" Dylan called out.

Another shape emerged from the trees, stumbling forward, barely recognizable as human until it turned its head and fixed its hollow gaze on the family.

"Mom?" Laurie said, her voice cracking.

The thing that had once been Dylan's wife opened its mouth. Dylan aimed the disruptor, closed his eyes, and squeezed the trigger. He heard the sound of something heavy hitting the ground.

Laurie screamed. Dylan opened his eyes, dropped the disruptor, and closed his fists around both his children's shirts, holding them in place. Jimmy was screaming too.

"It was going to call out," Dylan said, mostly to himself. "It would have brought the horde down on us. It's not her anymore. It's not Jennifer. It's not her."

Blood trickled from the corpse's mouth and pooled on the dirt. Laurie threw her arms around her father and sobbed into his chest. Jimmy stomped his oversized boots on the alien triangle, breaking it open. Dylan didn't stop him.

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Audio: "Zombies vs. Aliens"



Do I really need to explain this one? Okay, good.

Music: 'Synth' and 'Keys' stems from "Re: Your Brains" by Jonathan Coulton, licensed under Creative Commons.

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Like Elvis, They are Everywhere

You'll find zombies featured in movies like Shaun of the Dead; board games like Last Night on Earth; video games like Plants vs. Zombies; and music like this catchy tune:


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UQYjZc7gKXc

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03 July 2009

"Art Attack 2"

ART ATTACK 2
By Curtis C. Chen

They stood on the precipice, ready to fall. Their legs were bent in a half-crouch, bracing their weight against the edge of the cliff. They held makeshift blades and shields in a defiant pose that matched the expressions cast in their unmoving metal faces.

The statues towered above Brennan and Drake as they dragged their equipment to the base of the pedestal. Drake tipped his head back, emptying his canteen, and stared at the monument: "Angels' Courage."

The "angels" were Abraham and Anna Zenter, the last of the human colonists to die in that fateful battle. As they fell, pushed backward by hordes of Sefral, Abraham and Anna had triggered explosives buried in the cliff and destroyed their attackers.

Drake closed his eyes and listened to the wind howling through the canyon below.

"I can't do it," he said.

Brennan looked up. "We're not doing this again."

"Look, I'm sorry," Drake said. "I know what we decided. It's just that—well, now that we're here, now that I'm looking at them... I can't do it."

Brennan stood up and grabbed Drake's chestplate. "I'm going to give you the benefit of a doubt and say this is dehydration talking. Drink your water, eat your rations, and as soon as you're thinking clearly again, we'll start."

Drake waited until Brennan had released him and walked away. Then he said, "This is quite possibly the last remaining piece of human sculpture in the galaxy. We can't destroy it just because there's a chance some old legend might be true."

Brennan whirled and came after Drake. Drake skittered around to the other side of the monument, keeping the statues between himself and the angry soldier.

"It's not a legend!" Brennan shouted. "My father, and his father, and his father before him—they all knew."

He repeated the verse:

Hidden where the angels fell,
Ancient power dreams and dwells;
As even void itself can sing,
Broach courage: Let freedom ring.


"Am I the only one who thinks it's ironic that I'm the artist, but you're the one always reciting poetry?" Drake asked.

"It's real," Brennan said. "It's here."

"Then why didn't someone activate it earlier?" Drake asked. "And if they had zero-point technology centuries ago, why haven't we been using it all along?"

"Maybe it only works here," Brennan said. "Maybe this place is special."

"Yes, it is special, but it's not magical," Drake said. "This is part of our history, our culture. Our memories are what make this place sacred."

"This place won't exist for much longer unless we stop the Sefral," Brennan said. "Now help me with the drill."

"It's been weeks. We don't know what's going on up there!" Drake said. "For all we know, the war could be over."

Brennan smacked an open palm against the Abraham statue's metal leg. The sound of the impact resonated. "This war isn't over until every last one of those animals is dead!"

Drake started to say something, then stopped, then asked, "Is this thing hollow?"

Brennan's scowl changed into a smile. "Let freedom ring."

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Audio: "Art Attack 2"



Here's the thing about audio flash fiction: You don't have an entire novel, or even a few thousand words, to establish a character and explore his or her vocal nuances. This is more like a thirty-second radio commercial, where every person has to read immediately as a certain (stereo)type. There's not a lot of room for subtlety.

Which is my roundabout excuse for why my military types all sound like McGruff the Crime Dog. "Take a bite out of crime—and take a cough drop for that sore throat!"

Music: instrumental stems from "Chiron Beta Prime" by Jonathan Coulton, licensed under Creative Commons.

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An Open Letter to Ferdinand Feghoot

To answer your unspoken questions:

NO, this story has nothing to do with the first "Art Attack." It is related in theme only.

YES, it did take all my self-restraint to not title this story "Art Attack 2: Electric Boogaloo."

NO, I do not endorse the destruction of historical artifacts in the pursuit of mystical treasure.

YES, I have watched way too much Stargate.

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29 June 2009

Who is Tipton Peyregne?


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C9zkpJ1AzU4

What is Strangetastic? Find out July 12th.

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