In this world, lawyers are real predators. Feral copyright attorneys hunt the streets. Outside, a patent infringer's gunship ravages a corporate skyscraper. The building rumbles, preparing to launch into low orbit.
I shake my head. The scene fades as I toss the paper - my fortieth attempt at a believable world - into the wastebin.
I write again, and the world fills in around me. Giant insects buzz, a velociraptor screeches, and I quickly throw that paper aside.
I pick up my pen again. This time, I write you. Your world, your cities, your people.
I'm not sure if I like it.
One person's ideatrash is another person's inspiration. I write here about sociology, my life, writing, business, and politics. I also post a work of flash fiction about once a week. You can find more of my work at stevesaus.com
12 October 2009
Forty - A 100 Word Story
Once again, I've entered this story into the Weekly Challenge. Feel free to stop by there and vote for my story; you can also read the other entries and hear them there. If you just want to hear mine alone, the MP3 is here.
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