You know that old saying “No news is good news”? Well, as far as this blog is concerned, it’s not true. Since I blog about what I’ve written, no new blogs means no new (or very little new) writing. Not good, since there’s been a severe dearth of new posts recently. There’s a whole slew of reasons for that, but I won’t get into all that. I’d like to, but I won’t.
Instead, you’re going to hear about my new idea. Writing a few paragraphs at a time isn’t stuff worthy of blogging about, especially if those lines are spread out over multiple stories. I need something to kick me into writing gear, something that will interest you, as well. My regular stories take quite a while to get to you, so the obvious solution to keeping your attention is to write a serial. To be published once weekly. That gives me plenty of time to write, edit, and set up each new part. It gives YOU just the right amount of time spend anticipating the next bit.
And, believe it or not, I’ve already got a story lined up that should be the perfect candidate for this. *cue dramatic music*
Chapter 1 – part 1
“Time-travel will be fun, they said. Yeah, sure. The same way electro-shock therapy is fun.”
“Time-travel, sure. And y’never thought t’ask how they knew?”
“No. They were the big brains, why shouldn’t they know? Science is a wonderful thing; figured they’d done some sort of tests or big math problems to predict it all.”
“You’re telling me?”
“How’d you get away?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Since we’re talkin’, you must’a got away from ’em, right?. Can’t see no scientists lettin’ their lab rat get put in the clink.”
A deep chuckle echoed in the half-empty prison bus.
“Who says we’re headed for the clink?”
“S’just a transfer, from county t’ the state pen. Got ten years for ‘p’session of an illegal weapon’. I still cain’t figure how that knife got in m’pocket. Never saw it before.”
The chuckle sounded again.
“What were you arrested for?”
“Huh? Oh. D’judge called it “vagrancy”. I dunno what it means, but I was sleepin’ in a drainage pipe, so maybe it means sumthin’ like trespassin’.”
“It means you didn’t have a place of residence or a job.”
“You sayin’ they arrested me for bein’ homeless? Dang. Dis country’s goin’ down the tubes. But it don’t explain d’knife. I never even heard of a butter-fly knife ‘fore de cops found d’thing in my jacket.”
“That’s easy. You were a vagrant. Nobody will notice if you go missing. Somebody plants a knife on you and calls the cops. Next thing, you’re headed for a stint in the state prison. Who’s going to notice if you disappear en route?”
“Huh? Disappear? I ain’t disappeared!”
The chuckle lost the tiny amount of humor it had before.
“Mon ami, you disappeared the minute you stepped on this transport bus. You’re just a missing file in the system now. What’s your name?
“Kaul. Well, it used t’be. Eddie Kaul it is, I guess.”
“You can call me Vančura. Welcome to the Sandglass Project, Mr. Kaul. It’s a two-way trip.”
Vančura chuckled one more time, but it wasn’t a pleasant sound. Eddie Kaul shivered and stared down at the handcuffs on his wrists.
End Chapter 1 – part 1
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