#WEPFF- HOLIDAY CELEBRATIONS that are out of this world!
WEP Member Instructions: December is the month of celebrations worldwide. For this challenge, we want you to give your favorite celebration a Science Fiction twist. This month’s judge is Alex J. Cavanaugh, author of the Cassa Series and Dragon of the Stars.
To all my fans, you’ll love the submissions which are being evaluated by none other than the most awesome Alex J.Cavanaugh. Here is the link:
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My apologies to WEP followers. The following piece is not exactly Christimassy or Science Fiction. More paranormal, metaphysical than anything else. I know, yes I’m suppose to write science fiction for this month but me and my muse couldn’t come up with a decent submission. So, if you choose to slide on by without reading my wee offering, I understand perfectly. Blessings, and Merry Christmas to all.
Excerpt from The Guardian’s Wildchild
Word Count 778 (critiques are not required)
Madame’s Dark Secret – Year 2039
In hushed voices the six scientists debated the lunacy of Madame’s claim. They were waiting for her in the basement of Admiral Garland’s Naval Base’s Administration Building. Two armed military personnel stood on guard outside the door. The walls were as grey as the sinking mood of the three men and three women who accepted the million dollar annual salary in exchange for an opportunity to resolve the planet’s energy crisis.
Some might have explained to the “ice woman” that they were unavailable. Then again, opportunities for research work since the Great Quake of 2020 were rare. Survival and rebuilding had taken precedents to research. Two scientists experienced with Madame revealed that to work for her meant both wealth and personal risk. You were hers to do with as she pleased until the project was successfully completed.
When she entered the room, they nodded and offered mumbled greetings. Madame ignored their approach and marched to the table. Two men dressed in dark suits shadowed her every move. With a swift stroke of her hand, Madame motioned for all to sit.
One refused. She stood fidgeting with her hands. “Madame, I have changed my mind. I would like to leave. Now, please.
Madame turned to the female and casually stepped toward her. In uncharacteristic softness, Madame said, “Of course, my dear. I appreciate your change of heart.” Madame stood in front of the female. What area was, er, is your expertise? So that we may find a replacement, you understand.”
“Physics, Madame.”
“Ah, yes. You are Katherine Turner.” Madame patted the scientist’s arm. “Goodnight, my dear,” Madame said, placing a brief kiss on the scientist’s cheek. “Mr. Smith will obtain transportation for you.”
Miss Turner turned to the door, flushed almost as bright as the red lipstick stain on her face. As the door closed behind her, two scientists turned pale and glanced nervously at each other.
There was nothing soft about Madame. From her short grey hair and chiseled facial features, to her clenched fists and rigid stance she exuded self-control and master over all. Her feminine qualities were carefully cloaked. Pretty blue eyes were barely visible behind shaded lenses and her slim frame was concealed under a man’s black business suit. Speaking in her monotone voice, she reminded them of the requirement for strict confidentiality. They nodded. “Zero tolerance. Is that clear? Any breach of your silence will be fatal,” she said enunciating each word. She paused briefly. The men and women shifted in their chairs avoiding eye contact with her. “You have received the information package. Any questions?”
The scientist least experienced with Madame replied. “Yes, Madame. But, well, this is just a rumor, right? Quite bizarre, really. No evidence. At least that’s . . . ..”
Madame interrupted. “It is no rumor.” She smiled. “I personally witnessed the events,” she said in almost a whisper. Her gaze became fixed on a point out beyond the shadowed room, traveling to a jungle village in South America. “I saw primitive people perform miracles using crystals. Rumored to be a cult known as the Guardians. These sun crystals responded to the Guardians’ touch. Whatever was commanded materialized instantly. Perhaps a type of psychic connection.” Madame turned her back on the scientists, pausing as if trying to make sense of what she had seen. Glancing at each other, the scientists’ smirks betrayed a reluctance to indulge in the woman’s fantasy.
Suddenly she thrust her hand into her pant’s pocket and tossed a brilliant object into the air. Shards of light danced, illuminating the corners of the room. A rainbow of colors played on the faces of the startled scientists. Before it fell to the table, Madame grabbed it and displayed it in her open hand. “There you have it – the sun crystal.”
It was magnificent. A multifaceted blue green crystal encased within a clear crystal. She gazed into the gemstone. “It will power our machinery, grant unending summers, and transform water to wine. And you my dear scientist, with the assistance of Admiral Garland, are going to unleash the crystal’s power.” She paused and snorted. “Too bad that miserable tribe died with their secrets.” Tossing the crystal across the table she announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, the kingdom of gods is within our grasp.”
* * * * *
One year later, on a cold Christmas evening, the scientists stood in breathless silence. Deep within the Admiral’s New Seattle Base their laboratory still glowed from the light that had emanated from the crystal. And the glass of water resting on the counter was now sweet red wine. Captain Butchart smiled and slipped away.
Oooh.
So many questions…
It sounds to me as if that red wine may have been a very, very expensive drop.
Fascinating except – thank you.
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That’s a story begging for more! And it did have science fiction elements to it.
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I agree with Alex, still on planet, but definitely a science fiction basis, which could eventually be taken off planet if the source of these precious crystals just happens to be another planet, even though you called it a ‘sun crystal.’ Just say’n, there are many avenues open to you. I loved it, especially the dragon lady, I mean Madame, ruthless, very ruthless, and intriguing. As far as a holiday, Christmas was just an option. In your story, they could, a year later be celebrating the coronation of Madame for her discovery / invention that saved the planet? Again, I agree with Alex, it is begging for more, but it’s a lovely flash. It leaves the readers wanting more and exercising their own imaginations as they take the characters on a journey they control. Like the young lady that left, hmmm! Excellent!
Thanks so much for participating in the WEP Holiday Celebrations Sci-fi Challenge.
Wishing you and yours a very Merry Holiday and a prosperous and peace-filled New Year!
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I love this excerpt Judy! I have read and enjoyed it as I have the book. Madame is indeed chilling. And certainly sci-fi elements within. As Yolanda said there could be future celebrations ahead especially with that magic wine.
Thanks for sharing your story for the WEP challenge.
Merry Christmas! Peace and happiness!
Denise:-)
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I’d like one of those crystals, please. I liked the excerpt of your novel, and it held my interest to the end. Good luck with your novel.
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Your piece made The Review Here – http://paper.li/ReviewFromHere?edition_id=f41bcce0-a51f-11e5-b992-0cc47a0d164b
How wonderful! Tweeting does get the word out. Congratulations!
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Wow, I am flabbergasted. Thank you for the heads up, Yolanda.
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To play God with a stone of light
What is wrong and what is right
I’m not sure what others would do
I’m with that lady I’d have left too
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Thank you for the poetic comment. That’s a first for me. I’ll attempt a poetic reply, LOL.
Yes, Ms Turner saw the writing on the wall.
Working for Madame would be man’s downfall.
Twisted minds will destroy the earth
When her crystal’s power is given birth.
The Guardians are forced to throw the dice
The last resort is their greatest sacrifice.
Their daughter is asked to step into the fire
Her powers give rise to a storm so dire
Can she defeat the mad woman so vile,
This snipped of a girl known as wild child.
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poetic for poetic
my head dips in shame
for poetry is your game
so I will say my adue
as I tip my hat to you
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I’m in agreement you have a remarkable story. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
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A nicely written excerpt. What a commanding creature Madame is . And what is going on with that crystal, and the Captain? Seems he is a Guardian. Interesting avenues to explore Feather. Intriguing.
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Hi Dolorah: This story began as pure fantasy and ended up becoming a crime fiction with paranormal and romantic undertones. You just never know where the muse will lead you, especially being a panster. Someday I should try the planner route and see if that would be as much fun.
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Great story with a lot of intrigue. I’m not sure Madam will be a good steward to such power. A longer piece would solve the mystery. Well written.
Nancy
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Thank you for visiting my site, NR. Let me know if you’d like to read the entire novel. Blessings.
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