Call For Readers
Aug. 26th, 2010 10:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lagilmanI have enough volunteers, thanks. You'll hear from me in a few days. :-D
I'd like to have a few folk willing to read over a novella-length piece for me, with an eye toward feedback. This is NOT UF - more to the SF/horror side. If interested, leave your name and contact info below (responses will be screened).
excerpt from "Dragon Virus"
"I see them."
I know the signs: eyes wide, starting at something I don't want to see. Arms uplifted, twitching like a marionette, face scrubbed-clean fresh, mouth slackjawed and smiling like it wants to scream. He's fourteen, maybe, tops. Carrot-topped, cut brush-short. Sharp nose, tanned skin, jeans and a football jersey in blue and red, number 7. Lucky seven. He should be in school, or ditching school, not riding the roads looking for some glorious ending always over the next hill. A plastic bottle of pop lies at his feet, a puddle staining the gray-white of his sneakers.
"See them! See them!"
Every Rapture's different, I'm told. Some see angels ravaging the world, others demons, others plain old fire and brimstone. It's all about cleansing, apparently. Only the means are different. I wonder, sometimes, if they ever just see God pouring in some bleach and flushing us down the drain.
"Can you see them?"
excerpt from "Dragon Virus"
"I see them."
I know the signs: eyes wide, starting at something I don't want to see. Arms uplifted, twitching like a marionette, face scrubbed-clean fresh, mouth slackjawed and smiling like it wants to scream. He's fourteen, maybe, tops. Carrot-topped, cut brush-short. Sharp nose, tanned skin, jeans and a football jersey in blue and red, number 7. Lucky seven. He should be in school, or ditching school, not riding the roads looking for some glorious ending always over the next hill. A plastic bottle of pop lies at his feet, a puddle staining the gray-white of his sneakers.
"See them! See them!"
Every Rapture's different, I'm told. Some see angels ravaging the world, others demons, others plain old fire and brimstone. It's all about cleansing, apparently. Only the means are different. I wonder, sometimes, if they ever just see God pouring in some bleach and flushing us down the drain.
"Can you see them?"
