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Genre: Science Fiction
About aurialisLocation: Berkeley Home Region: Age:20 Website: http://amassparadox.deviantart.com/ Favorite novels: Children of the Mind, The Lost World, Ender's Game Favorite writers: Orson Scott Card, Michael Crichton, Anne McCaffrey, Tamora Pierce Favorite music: Linkin Park - Minutes to Midnight, Yoav - Charmed and Strange, OneRepublic - Dreaming Out Loud, Richard Einhorn - Voices of Light, Vienna Teng Non-noveling interests: Singing, Art, Web Design, Graphic Design, Creativity! |
Joined: octobre 28, 2008 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 5 NaNoWriMo buddies: 4
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Brief Author Bio: I like making things. *nods* |
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Synopsis: Departure
Q: If one can begin anew, create a world from scratch (or relative scratch), what would arise? What should this new world look like? How should it work? And, perhaps most importantly, what would happen?
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Peter Wordul is fed up with the world. As a professor on political economics, all he can see is an endless series of repetition driving humankind into an eventual demise buried in its own manufactured detritus. With these thoughts in mind, he is enlisted to aid in the development of colonies on planets far across space. However, neither he nor the colonists can anticipate all the trials the will face on their new home and with themselves.
Excerpt: Departure
The mistaken taps of mice running was actually the rain falling, in bullets and pleats. Soft, sporadic interruptions in my not so quiet dreams. This living farce, I play today a man with a peacock’s tail, strutting for all to see, my long-nosed boasts. Tomorrow, I am demure, the doe-eyed youth, hair billowing like sails on an ocean. The day after, the day before, the next one coming, a thousands plays, a thousand farces. Who shall I play, who shall I be. Day after day, this dragging life fails to garner my own attention, until I am green with envy, filled to the brim with jealousy, of the little white mice running so energetically in an attic above my mind.
