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.
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.