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Journal tomhudson's Journal: Constrained Writing Exercise 10

I can never resist a literary challenge (well, I can, but I won't :-)

As proposed here

The rules:

For the writers in the circle:

This should be a fun and quick exercise. What follows below are ten words randomly generated, you must them all in your work, though not necessarily in the order in which they are listed (though you do get bonus points if you do;-). The limits on the writing is simple:

* For prose, no more than 5 paragraphs.

* For poetry, no more than 20 lines.

* For a play, TV script, or screenplay, no more than a single brief scene

I will post my submission tomorrow in a new JE, and I would encourage you to post yours in a JE as well. On to the words!

1. Spacecraft
2. Parasite
3. Refugee
4. Volcano
5. Boiler
6. Generator
7. Jam
8. Photograph
9. Boxer
10. Onion

And my humble submission from a dystopian future, with all the words, in order:

"You know, I just hate being revived from the dead. If this were the moon, I'd hop a spacecraft and blow this dump, but that's not an option for us good citizens of the Eastern Seaboard Confederacy - at least not when the parasites who run what's left of CanaMericO insist on treating us like unwashed refugees. Dirt. Yeah, I know I'm just a meat machine for your masters' stupid little games."

"But this ain't the moon. They screwed that up for us big time. The ChiComs got there last, but they STAYED there, and if you look hard enough, you can see the volcano-like eruptions from the comet impacts. They don't need us to help terraform it. We can look, but we can never touch. We're stuck here on earth, one huge boiler thanks to the greenhouse effect you keep saying doesn't exist. Too many people. Not enough of ... hell, you name it, we're short of it. Unless you're like me. Then, you get everything you need. Including the chance to die for your country. Again. And again. Everything except a damn "off" button. Damn nanos."

"The last president before the Great Oops, you remember him? Al "Generator" Jones? He said he'd get us out of this jam. "Nuclear fusion and nanotech," he said, "that's the ticket! Generate power, generate wealth, generate jobs!" And people lapped it up. Of course, they taught you in creche why its called the Great Oops. That last photograph of Jones standing there looking like a punch-drunk ex-boxer who'd just bitten an onion as Ohio freaking disappeared - its priceless. Because that's what it cost us - everything. The. Whole. Frigging. World."

"So give me my assignment. Yes, the stories you heard are true ... I'm going to kill you. Not my fault they didn't tell you I ALWAYS wake up in a bitchy mood. And I'm really PMSing today."

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  • It's a FuturoSciFiSatiraTragiPolitiComic piece. :-)

    ....Bethanie....
  • I needed a chuckle.
  • As I finish reading that I glance down at todays /. quote:

    "Politics are almost as exciting as war, and quite as dangerous. In war, you can only be killed once. -- Winston Churchill"
  • When I read the word list, I thought it was the plot of Serenity! Or at least the first 15 minutes of the movie. The only thing missing was the volcano (and they might have had one on one of those planets)
  • Comment removed based on user account deletion
    • Don't forget to share the wealth by posting it in your journal as well (and don't forget to drop a link in Shadow Wrought's as well, so you can enter the "contest".
  • As I look out the window from our departing, cobbled-together spacecraft, I can't stop thinking over the events of the past month. We knew it was coming, but we all hoped the wretched parasite race, known to most as "politicians", could find some way to ward off the coming disaster.

    Now there's just us. Maybe a few others, if anyone else got a ship cobbled together in time. Every one of us a permanent refugee from a home that no longer exists. I still remember looking back at the surface of the planet as t

  • As proposed here

    The rules:

    For the writers in the circle:

    This should be a fun and quick exercise. What follows below are ten words randomly generated, you must them all in your work, though not necessarily in the order in which they are listed (though you do get bonus points if you do;-). The limits on the writing is simple:

    * For prose, no more than 5 paragraphs.

    * For poetry, no more than 20 lines.

    * For a play, TV script, or screenplay, no more than a single brief scene

    I will post my submission tomorrow in a

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