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Genre: Science Fiction
About coilsparkLocation: Longview Texas or TX, USA Home Region: Age:35 Website: http://www.digitaltrouble.com/downfall Favorite novels: Pet Sematary, Sphere, Ring, Battle Royale Favorite writers: King, Peretti, Jordan, Deaver, Gibson, Goodkind, Uchida, Thornton, Johnson, Hardesty, Keller Favorite music: Zebulun, Demon Hunter, UnderOATH, Project 86, Mental Destruction, Living Sacrifice, Fear Factory, NIN, MC Chris Non-noveling interests: Wife, daughter, son, World of Warcraft, horror movies, webcomics, anime, South Park |
Joined: Oktober 1, 2002 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 0 NaNoWriMo buddies: 10
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Synopsis: Darkened Angel Dying: A DOWNfALL Tragedy
A child of the future. Awakened to an existence without memory of her past and no direction for the future, she refuses to let the world control her. Her rejection of enhancements to her body has placed her near the cliff of extinction, for unmodified and unblemished humans are an extreme rarity. In a world of death, she is life. In a world of unclean and unholy technology, she is pure. In a world of rape, she is the virgin. And in the end, when it all comes down, she must survive. Because survival is all that's left.
Excerpt: Darkened Angel Dying: A DOWNfALL Tragedy
I remove my cloak and lie down once the shelter is setup. 2-85 lies down next to me. It’s still raining, but we were able to get the shelter up without getting the cushions wet. It’s not cold, so I don’t need my cloak to cover me. I fold it and place it beside me, pulling the sever-whip from my hip and setting it on the cloak.
2-85 takes my hand, his fingers playing across the surface of my palm. I wonder how I got to this point—how I found myself able to care for a wirewitch in this way. I hated them before. The technology infecting their bodies was abhorrent to me. Sure, shea(3)va said that I didn’t always believe that—I’d been different before I left Athara. Still, it’s a long way to go from sympathy to love. Even farther to go from disgust to love. And that’s exactly what I’ve done. I turn my head, and 2-85’s just staring at me. It should be difficult to determine what a wirewitch is looking at since their eyes don’t have pupils or retinas or irises, but somehow I can always tell. I know his gaze is all for me. Body feels warm when he does that to me.
I want to kiss him some more.
And with no small amount of surprise, I find that I don’t want to stop at kissing tonight.
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