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Workshoppin a scene

I am at a pivot point in the plot of Emergence Ascended. I thought I would workshop the scene and share it with you. There is no context yet. My goal is to catch the reader off, guard. If I decide not to include it in the novel, I just might keep it in my backpocket of flash fiction ideas. Let me know what you think (as always, my shoot from the hip, flash fiction ideas are NOT polished, so bare that in mind)

Content may be too graphic for sensitive readers (Im not sure anymore, I am so jaded I don’t know what is offensive)

The golf ball-sized chrome sphere appeared in the middle of the pine and seventh avenue intersection. It hovered silently and unwavering as a tractor-green waste management truck collided with it, punching a perfect hole through the length of the truck. Out of control, the dump truck plowed into the traffic ahead, tossing a few small cars aside as it ground to a halt. Another perfectly round hole pierced through the vehicle following the truck, and it, in turn, smashed violently into the garbage truck. In a desperate attempt to avoid the collision in front, the third vehicle braked hard and turned sharply. It slid sideways, the momentum carrying the car into the sphere, forcing the globe through the temple of the driver’s head like a hole punch. The sphere sat steady unmarred, with a mirror finish that made it appear innocent despite the carnage surrounding it.

                Shocked at the scene, the onlookers quickly noticed the strange imperturbable object that had caused so much damage and bloodshed. One of the witnesses sprang into action in the seconds that followed the collisions. He rushed to the man with the perfect circle of gore just beginning to ooze out of his head, deciding in horror that there was no help, and looked into the back seat for any passengers that may need assistance. The body slumped over, its former owner no longer in control, and fell into the sphere still hovering inside the car.

                There was no resistance as the body slid over the spere, causing a surgical swath nearly cutting the man’s head off as it passed. Stunned at the scene, the hero moved his hand to cover his mouth. His fingers were trimmed off neatly and cleanly as they brushed the sphere causing the would-be hero to cry out and vomit on the driver.

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Recognizing a kindred spirit.

I went to a Joh Mayor concert recently. It’s been a while since I’ve been to a concert and it was a lot of fun, even though it wasn’t my favorite artist. Got free tickets to see him, and even though I’m, not a big fan, why waste the free club seat tickets. (By the way, if you ever get a chance to see a concert or game with club seating you won’t be disappointed) The show was fine, he does what he does on stage and played the usual hit songs from his catalog. At the end of the show, before a few encore performances of fan-favorite songs he did a little monolog.

This is where I had an interesting thing happen to me. As I mentioned I am not a fan of the guy, I enjoy his music well enough, (I won’t even change the channel when he comes on) However, during his monolog,I saw something that I had never consciously saw in a performer before. His monolog was brief and was about how the fans over time has keeped the songs alive and that reinvigorates (Im paraphrasing here) his passion to create and perform. While its not specific to John Mayor or what he said,but more of a recognition of the artistic kindred spirit. I saw not a performer, but an artististic soul. I was actually moved by the sentiment, because (I know that he most like has the same script for every performance) I could feel the genuine sincerity of it. I felt the kindred spirit in a fellow artist.

I did not, have a spiritual experience at a John Mayor concert (Id likely get my ass kicked if my friends heard that) I’m metal, Im a rocker so none of that! But seriously, I felt something in myself that has that genuine need to create, for myself, but also for the joy I can give to the world (hopefully) Thats why I am here to hopefully give a little break from the mundane reality let you escape.