Sarah had spent the previous day in a state of effervescent expectancy. She had cleaned every room, rearranged the decorative plants, dusted, and mopped. During his last visit, Daniel said that he missed the taste of home-cooked food the most during the monthly route along the planetoids. “I know I can trust you with this,” he had said. She had asked why sharing it would be a problem. “I don’t want anyone to think that they have to do things for me,” he had told her. She felt like he had just placed a beautiful star into the center of her chest, a shining secret that only she knew. “If I make something for you,” she had asked, looking at the crew and feeling the heat in her cheeks, “that would be ok, wouldn’t it?” He had smiled and said, “Yes, only if you do it.” She knew just what she would make him — apple tarts. Her pies usually ended up a total loss, but somehow, she could always make those. Maybe it was because it was something that her mother had taught her? Probably.
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August 15th, –05.
It is still dark outside, but then it is always dark outside. I don’t know why I say “still” as though I’d wake up to the sun, because that’s impossible. Most of the time, I know this, but every now and I wake up and half-expect it, and only then do I slowly remember that there will never be a sun.
Seven colonies scattered along the shipping lanes to a distant star.
Seven colonies alone in the cold lightless void of space.
Seven colonies connected only by holograms and voices.
The final frontier as it will be and as it must be.
Lonely Planets.
Winter 2010.
The stories of Scintilliarium are in no way dead! I’m getting my feet wet by upgrading the look and feel of the site. I’ve been playing with the multi-page thing, and so now each page should be easier to navigate. I’ve tweaked the theme a bit too and next on the list is better titles when you search for the pages. The big holdup, although my IF game was my main project for a while, really has been doing a character sketch of Sarah in Lonely Planets. I found the most detailed character sheet EVER and so I’ve been filling it out. I’ve learned a lot about her (which seems strange given that I’m the author, but hey) and I didn’t want to actually continue until I was sure that I knew her. So yeah. Look for something this month, and hopefully in small sizes, so I can update more often.
Today WebFictionGuide decided to ban me (or at least that’s what I’m 99% sure of). I’ve been hesitant to go off on webfic “communities”, but once you get banned, it loosens the tongue. You feel like you have nothing left to lose, and I really don’t.
“Brandon!” his mom yelled up the stairs, “Brandon! It’s Thursday! That means school!”
“Coming!” he yelled back down, hopping around on one foot, trying to get his shoe on. He threw the door open with his jacket half-way on, finally getting his foot in the shoe. He sat at the top of the stairs and laced up his shoes, put his arm in the other sleeve of his jacket and shrugged the backpack on. Then he shuffled down the stairs until he reached the last step. His mom stood a few steps away, looking at him with a mixture of exasperation and concern.
Brandon smiled like had everything together, took a step forward and ran straight into the wall. “Oww. Wow. Oww.” he said, putting his hand to his forehead.
Watch out for falling divs and stray electrons! Here’s what to expect in the days to come:
Wednesday had arrived before I realized it. It was my first day off, and Uncle Kevin and I had worked out the details the evening before. He gave me a house key and said that I had to be home for dinner, which fit my plans just fine. Cutler had called later on and said that we played from one to about three. I told Uncle Kevin that I needed to go get my film from Edward’s Photo Hut also, so after LARP I’d head down there and explore Tarrant a bit more. He was ok with everything, so it looked like tomorrow would be smooth sailing.
