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Uncle Orson’s Literary Bootcamp 2011

I’ve been anxiously awaiting to hear back from Uncle Orson for the last week regarding his bootcamp and was rewarded today with an acceptance. I have been reading up on past experiences and it looks like it is going to be an amazing time with a lot of work. I’m sure it’ll be a walk in the park compared to my two year old and 2 month old. If you are going, let me know.

Now for an acceptance from Viable Paradise 2011 and I’ll be well on my way…

Here is the first page of the story that I submitted for the conference:

The second time he died, shrapnel shredded his skull, from the inside out.

A voice, sweet and feminine… “Good. You’re awake.”

Sergeant Adams lay on a firm bed and inhaled deeply; plastic and antiseptic stung his nostrils. He lay still, wishing against hope that she would leave him alone, even for a moment.

“I hated to waste a synthetic,” she said.

He didn’t want to acknowledge her. Only moments before, he had awakened, sat up and promptly died. Given his first breath of life in centuries, he had tried to rebel, to escape. He shook his head, there was more, however, his memory seemed to have a chunk of time missing from it.

“I can kill you again,” she said.

He glanced to his right and saw a body sprawled across another bed, its head a shattered mess.

“I’m awake.”

“Your mission came through.”

“What mission?”

“Infiltration of synthetic outpost: gather intelligence and disrupt.”

“No deal. I’m done.”

“You are a soldier.”

He looked at a digital readout on the wall, the red glow giving the sterile room an ominous look. “Shit! I should have been dead for the last 150 years.”

“Things have changed.”

“Fuck that! I was volunteered. I want out.”

“Accessing records… You were downloaded upon return to forward base Tango, no chance for survival. You were deemed important enough to salvage.”

“Fine, the eggheads had two centuries to figure me out. Get one of them and they can sign my discharge.”

“Impossible, civilization ended fifteen minutes after you were archived.”

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One Response to Uncle Orson’s Literary Bootcamp 2011

  1. sjeanne says:

    Intriguing beginning. I also got into Boot Camp. I’ll see you in August! :)

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