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Genre: Science Fiction
About kmlorenzenLocation: Indiana Age:30 Website: http://www.krislorenzen.com Favorite novels: Brave New World, White Jazz, Neuromancer, The Big Sleep, American Gods, Oryx & Crake, The Thief of Always, on and on... Favorite writers: Atwood, Azzarello, Barker, Chandler, Dick, Ellis, Ellroy, Fleming, Gaiman, Gibson, Hammett, Hemingway, Lovecraft, MacGuire, McCarthy, Mieville, Mignola, Moore, Rand, Simmons, Vaughn, Vonnegut, Williams, Willingham Non-noveling interests: Made-up words, like Noveling, for example... also, ellipsis. |
Joined: Octubre 30, 2008 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 0 NaNoWriMo buddies: 0
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Brief Author Bio: Kris Lorenzen is a freelance writer and cartoonist. He dabbles in other things as well, like music and cooking and contract killing, but doesn't feel confident enough to call himself a musician or chef or assassin. He lives in Indiana with his wife, and an overweight odd-eyed cat. Kris has not yet achieved his goal of making enough money to move to another planet and form Kristopia. Someday... |
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Excerpt: IN THE DARK
It’s too cold.
Even if she can’t feel it, like as a child when she’d lie in front of the heat-grate and watch snow pile up on the fire escape, she knows it’s cold somewhere close.
As much as she knows anything, anyway. It’s hard to hold a thought …
She might wonder why her heart isn’t beating, but can’t think straight. Everything’s so numb. Must be a result of the cold. Has she thought that already?
Hard to keep things straight, it’s just too cold.
“Is she coming out of it?”
“Nope.”
“But look at the EEG. Clearly—”
“That’s me.”
“What? But she’s plugged in—”
“I know. See this button? Watch. It randomly spikes nerve clusters.”
“Why?”
“So her brain remembers how to think again.”
—against, among, around, at, before, behind, between, beyond, by, down, during, except, for, from, in, into—
—14159265—
—Jun. 20; Sept. 26; Nov.—
—dom by the sea/That a maiden there lived whom you may know/By the name of—
“Now she’s coming out of it. Impressive really. This morning’s retread took nearly thirty spikes to start cognitive functions.”
“Maybe that’s why she gets the special treatment. You see the specs on this fucking thing?”
“Yeah. Hope she’s worth it. OK. Let’s start her heart.”
BOOM-boom.
trapped she’s trapped under something constricted all over her like plastic wrap like—
BOOM-boom.
fuck something is inside her trying to bust loose gotta calm down gotta take a deep—
BOOM-boom.
shit shit shit she’s not even breathing at all why is it so dark why can’t she open—
BOOM-boom.
Hiss in/out.
jesus the air is freezing she can’t feel anything her eyes are gunked together trapped get up—
BOOM-boom.
Hiss in/out.
white so bright it stings but if it hurts you’re still alive open more do it get up get up get—
“Holy shit! She’s off the fucking table! How the hell is she moving? Somebody get in there—”
“She’s at the fucking door!”
“Gas her! NOW!”
trying to stop her trying to keep her down the enemy reach go for his eyes reach don’t pass out until you hear him scream don’t pass out until you feel his pulse under your nails hurt him teach him don’t … pass …
It’s not cold anymore; something else must be slowing her thoughts.
She might be floating in something thick and warm. She’s breathing, but it doesn’t feel like air. There’s vastness surrounding her, but she’s calm, held in something enveloping and gentle.
She does not attempt to open her eyes.
Tentatively, a voice addresses her. It’s a funny little voice and she’s not hearing it with her ears. It begins to tell her things. She listens closely to everything it says, filled with confidence as each word is registered.
The voice is very familiar.
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