Genre: Science Fiction
About karenfrommentorLocation: Ohio Home Region: Website: http://miscellaneousyammering.blogspot.com/ Favorite novels: To Kill a Mockingbird Favorite writers: Terry Pratchett springs directly to mind Favorite music: Rock/R&B/Blues/Meditation Non-noveling interests: Trees, Frogs, Photography of same |
Joined: Oktober 29, 2009 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 3 NaNoWriMo buddies: 18
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Brief Author Bio: Sometimes the things I write are as real as the things I live. Sometimes they are the same things, thinly disguised. |
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Synopsis: Joined Journey
Summary: An Earthling and a Cirilian are ripped from their respective worlds and wake tethered together on a space ship bound to who knows where. They are pushed beyond reasonable limits by their captors and find that they must cooperate or perish. Over time the two stop trying to kill one another and bond. Unfortunately one of their captors becomes obsessed with the female of the pair and becomes jealous of the very bond that his experiment has created. When he goes mad and violates the safety protocols put in place to protect his race from contamination from the alien captives and tries to enter the sealed enclosure where the captives are being held his lab partner intervenes and is killed in the ensuing struggle. As the struggle takes place the captives take advantage of a door left ajar. They run down a hall and find to their shock that they are not on a spaceship but in some kind of laboratory. They find a door and burst through it into a landscape so alien that it makes them light headed. As alarms sound behind them they know that they must either flee into the dizzying unknown or go back into the cage.
Steeling their minds against the worrying brown sky they rush headlong into the alien night.
Excerpt: Joined Journey
I finally found a stream. I put Marcus down on the bank and explored the water to see if it was drinkable. The landscape still made my eyeballs hurt. Dirt is not supposed to be yellow. Sky is not supposed to be burnt umber. And there didn’t seem to be any animal life. Not even insects flitting around the water. I didn’t know how to test the water other than tasting it, so I cupped my hand and brought some to my lips.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
I looked around and didn’t see anyone, but I wasn’t foolhardy enough to drink something after a disembodied voice had warned me not to. I’ve read plenty of fiction in my life and I understand the concept of portent.
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