Portrait de Pygmalion

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Pygmalion
Novel: The Apocalypse of Frank Evers
Genre: Science Fiction
10,200 words so far  

About Pygmalion

Location: Florida

Home Region:
USA :: Florida :: Jacksonville

Age:25

Website: http://heroeshavenohomes.pbwiki.com/Writing-FrontPage

Favorite novels: Earthseed (Pamela Sargent), Night Watch (Terry Pratchett), Florence of Arabia (Christopher Buckley), Wolf Totem (Jiang Rong), Tai-Pan (James Clavell)

Favorite writers: Mark Twain, Christopher Buckley, Terry Pratchett, Robert A. Heinlein, Neil Gaiman, Lu Xun, Margaret Atwood

Favorite music: none

Non-noveling interests: politics, swimming, general adventure, wit

Joined: octobre 27, 2007

This Year: Official Participant

NaNoWriMo History:
'07 '08

NaNoWriMo posts: 8

NaNoWriMo buddies: 1

 

Brief Author Bio:

I'm a twenty-five year old single bohemian who will be in the Peace Corps next year. I've a university degree in Political Science and I've traveled and lived in Asia for a while. I'm a professional wit and gifted satirist, which makes me useless. But at least I enjoy helping people. I am a bad actor and a good writer. Currently stuck in Orange Park for reasons of state.

Synopsis: The Apocalypse of Frank Evers

The human crew of a long-range space scout vessel are tasked with investigating the two-hundred year quarantine of Earth's solar system. Discovering that humanity is more resilient than they expected, they vow to end the quarantine once and for all.

Excerpt: The Apocalypse of Frank Evers

The door to the communications room had been sealed shut from the inside. Captain Evers motioned to the soldier who stepped forward and produced a gel applicator from the huge arsenal about his person. Quickly, efficiently, silently the soldier set it up and moved away exactly to the recommended safe distance. Inexperienced with such things, Kelly Qu tensed for an explosion, and got a small nervous laugh from the rest of the team when the thermal gel flared almost silently and burned through the seal of the bulkhead door. The soldier stepped forward smartly and grabbed the door as it started to fall, putting it to one side as easily as Evers would lift a clipboard. He looked through and nodded to indicate the room was clear and the team moved forward to peak in.
The communications equipment was still lit up, steadily relaying the transmission at full power to the galaxy beyond. A corpse was sitting curled up with head on knees, the pen held in his hand snapped by the stiffening of rigor mortis. Ink had dripped down slowly to pool on the corner of the small stack of paper that lay loose on the bare floor in front of the dead man.

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