Another Ride on the Way-Back Machine

It’s been a tough week, and as a consequence, I haven’t had the chance to really participate in fellow writer-blogger T.S. Bazelli’s latest “Author Aerobics” challenge – more’s the pity since this week’s challenge is about writing detail and I think I’m a pretty detailed writer, generally, so this challenge was practically tailor-made for me!  (In the meantime, you can catch up on all the great stories that have appeared in this little challenge series by checking out Bazelli’s recap post here.)

But, I didn’t want to leave you all, dear readers, without new “content” today, so I thought we’d take another ride on the “way-back machine” and I’d pull out another story written during my younger, high-schoolier days.  This one was much less “horrible” than the last one I inflicted upon you, this one shows a lot of improvement over a year-and-a-half-ish.  Written when I was 18 and at the tale-end of High School, the plot is a tiny bit more original and the characterization somewhat improved.  And the language and style had come a long way!  At the same time, however, my handling of allegorical issues had not, exactly, improved significantly.  I was sometimes a little over-the-top with the bluntness of what this story “means” in the context of the story. 

That said, it’s still pretty bad.  For instance, I introduce in this story the entirely fictional (and entirely horrible-sounding) future branch of mathematics called “anti-math” – a feild of mathematics that begins with the assumption that everything we know about mathematics is false.  Therefore, you have been warned.  And so, without further ado, I present to you the 6,300-word (definitely not flash fiction) science fiction epic: Continue reading