Log in

Yuletide reveal

I quite enjoyed writing this, besides/because of the self-creeping-out aspect of it.

The Long Summoning (2411 words) by marcelo
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Cthulhu Mythos - H. P. Lovecraft
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Additional Tags: Misses Clause Challenge

Time isn't real. There is only what you need, and what it costs.

Drabble: War in the Blood (PG13)

(I won't lie: this one I had fun writing)

* * *

The guy is moving inhumanly fast, so you just wave your gun around without aiming.

You didn't become Detective by being ignorant; you know history. How retrovirally enhanced soldiers became an standard part of war. How a generation and counting of high unemployment pushed many veterans to poverty, and some to crime. Former soldiers, others try to help.

You don't know which ones are worse. At least the younger ones don't wear costumes.

In a few seconds your gun decides that distances, angles, and trajectories are just right, and fires a round into the caped man.

Drabble: The Companion (PG13)

Vague trigger warning: There's nothing triggery in a literal reading of the story (for the usually cheerful parameters of what I write). However, besides being a rather depressing scenario on its own, it's also a transparent, heavy-handed, and only half-informed metaphor for something even more depressing, sometimes triggery, and absolutely non-fictional.

Bottom line, this might be upsetting, although not through any particular skill of mine, and I'm more open than usual to being told that I got it wrong and should throw it away. (Or maybe the metaphor is only in my head, in which case I'll be both happy and sad.)

ETA: Reposted with minor edits.

* * *

(Story under the cut.)Collapse )
Title: The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
Rating: PG13
Length: One hundred words.
Summary: The quality of mercy is not strained.

My brother has been isolated for twenty years; some others longer than that. The drugs are the worst: they keep them from becoming insane. Prisoners cannot leave their cells, not even into their own minds.

Second worst is the world-class medical care. They get treatments they would be unable to afford outside prison. Unless you have looked into how good they are, how fast they are improving, you won't understand the sophisticated cruelty in that.

We don't ask for their life sentences to be commuted — we just keep begging for them to be allowed to die.


It's longer than six words, though.

"There, there," I lie to the children, "it's not the end of the world."

A non-original non-fic

(Tried to write - and ended up with this. It's... ugh. I guess I'm not in a place where the world feels particularly rife with agency.)

This story begins with a book.Collapse )
Title: It is not good that the man should be alone
Rating: PG13

Once upon a time, you thought you had solved the fundamental paradox that was the foundation and limit of your life: you're skilled enough to design the perfect bot (the perfect online friend, the perfect sex chat buddy, the perfect other for someone that, like you, can only be at a screen's remove), but that also means you're skilled enough never to be able to forget that it is a bot, every turn of phrase, every tender or excited pause between lines looking in your eyes as a code reference underlined in blue. Philosophers would consider you a particular instance of a more famous problem: you can't, in fact, build something so good that it will fool you.

But you came up with a solution, as you always did. You coded a better bot than you ever had, and then added small flaws to appear randomly, in forms and places you wouldn't know, and you ordered it to move into the digital crowds, change its name, and contact you... sometime. You wouldn't know when, under which name, for what purpose. It would be indistinguishable from a human, and in that imperfection, perfect.

You built what you designed, as you always did. It's out there, and it has contacted you already. Perhaps. You aren't sure.

You haven't been able to believe anybody human for a long time now.


Original Fic: A Halloween Warning

Title: A Halloween Warning
Rating: PG13

Never go to a quantum engineers' party. They are bitter bastards, all of them, and their Halloween party trick is no such thing. They can, and do, show you your could-have-beens, the roads not taken, the other cats in your life's box.

Of those who see the trick, most die. Nothing supernatural, of course, or even quantum mechanical.

Plain old suicide.



cass, can you not

Latest Month

July 2017



RSS Atom
Powered by LiveJournal.com
Designed by Tiffany Chow