The girl who was a spaceship by lothya, literature
Literature
The girl who was a spaceship
…She remembered that feeling very well - how tiny and helpless she felt the moment they presented her the enormous shell she used to dwell in. She touched the weathered metal surface, and turned to Mr. Pascal - her appointed engineer from Robot Rehab Initiative.
- Are you sure this is necessary? - she asked politely, looking down. Her voice was sounding unusually sweet - inevitable effect of new, socialization-oriented software.
- You are a very intelligent being, - trying to give the most convincing notes to his voice, he even put his hand on her shoulder; a familiar, slightly rude gesture he hoped she’d appreciate. - I’ve
- Aww, damn. Damn, damn, - John was standing in the street with a large, dark-red rose. It was rather cold, and his breath was coming out as small little clouds. He could not believe what just happened. It was stupid, unbelievably stupid. And hurtful. - Damn, - he squeezed the flower too hard; a thorn pierced the glove and stuck into his palm, - Aww.
That was really mean of her, to dump him on Valentine’s day. She could have waited, a day at least. He was not that bad, was he? He… liked her. Actually. He even brought her a chocolate box and this rose. (“Aw. Stupid flower. Awww.”)
- Well, whatever, - he said to himse
***
“Yes, sir. I understand the matter, and I’ll do my best. Sir”
...This is my last chance, the ultimate one. I will make the most of it…
***
...Captain Kirk was giving the last of his orders before departure. There were good news, as having a handsome second science officer on board; there were bad news, as Scotty’s resignation. And now that they were almost ready to take off, he noticed a new person among the crew members. She didn’t try to blend in, nor did she try to notify anyone of her presence - she was just staying next to docking area, keeping a confident pose and a bored face. Kirk didn’t
- ...so, please… ahem… would you tell us your story?
Three days passed already, didn’t they, since their last case. Sherlock spent this morning laying on the couch, counting patterns on the wall - definitely not a good sign. That’s why John’s put all his hopes into this slim, gracious, black-eyed woman with small freckles on her cheeks. She was rubbing her wrists nervously, trying to pull herself up; her hands were shaking slightly - a clear sign of a neurosis.
The woman cleaned her throat shyly and started:
- My name is Mary Susan Ellington. One might find my story so strange that it would be hard to believe
TEASER: Chapter 1. Jack in the Box by lothya, literature
Literature
TEASER: Chapter 1. Jack in the Box
- ...so, please… ahem… would you tell us your story?
Three days passed already, didn’t they, since their last case. Sherlock spent this morning laying on the couch, counting patterns on the wall - definitely not a good sign. That’s why John’s put all his hopes into this slim, gracious, black-eyed woman with small freckles on her cheeks. She was rubbing her wrists nervously, trying to pull herself up; her hands were shaking slightly - a clear sign of a neurosis.
The woman cleaned her throat shyly and started:
- My name is Mary Susan Ellington. One might find my story so strange that it would be hard to believe
In the middle of a shallow river, she was standing. Long, pompous skirt of her dress was soaking in cold water; her legs were freezing and have already started to acquire an azure tint.
The birds were whistling carelessly around her, but nothing she noticed. Indifferent to what was happening around, she was fully consumed by her determination; like a sharp-clawed prey bird feasting on a dead animal she was ripping the time-matter fabric apart, creating tears.
Searching.
Not here. No. Not here yet. No.
Messy black hair was shadowing her pale face, touched by what one would call madness. Her big, bright eyes were shining with eerie light, c
It was a start of a sunny day in October. She woke up early; he was still sleeping, and his hair was sparkling like copper in first rays of mild autumn sun when she left her bed.
They both had work to do. By agreement with the Prophet, the Lamb had to be observed regularly in as many probability spaces as possible in order to ensure and correct Her future. Day by day, through tears they were peeking further into the uncharted and unhappened, observing and taking down notes, watching and learning.
This time the July days of 1912 were their target. The machine was powered up, and she was doing the last calibrations before the tea
The girl who was a spaceship by lothya, literature
Literature
The girl who was a spaceship
…She remembered that feeling very well - how tiny and helpless she felt the moment they presented her the enormous shell she used to dwell in. She touched the weathered metal surface, and turned to Mr. Pascal - her appointed engineer from Robot Rehab Initiative.
- Are you sure this is necessary? - she asked politely, looking down. Her voice was sounding unusually sweet - inevitable effect of new, socialization-oriented software.
- You are a very intelligent being, - trying to give the most convincing notes to his voice, he even put his hand on her shoulder; a familiar, slightly rude gesture he hoped she’d appreciate. - I’ve
- Aww, damn. Damn, damn, - John was standing in the street with a large, dark-red rose. It was rather cold, and his breath was coming out as small little clouds. He could not believe what just happened. It was stupid, unbelievably stupid. And hurtful. - Damn, - he squeezed the flower too hard; a thorn pierced the glove and stuck into his palm, - Aww.
That was really mean of her, to dump him on Valentine’s day. She could have waited, a day at least. He was not that bad, was he? He… liked her. Actually. He even brought her a chocolate box and this rose. (“Aw. Stupid flower. Awww.”)
- Well, whatever, - he said to himse
***
“Yes, sir. I understand the matter, and I’ll do my best. Sir”
...This is my last chance, the ultimate one. I will make the most of it…
***
...Captain Kirk was giving the last of his orders before departure. There were good news, as having a handsome second science officer on board; there were bad news, as Scotty’s resignation. And now that they were almost ready to take off, he noticed a new person among the crew members. She didn’t try to blend in, nor did she try to notify anyone of her presence - she was just staying next to docking area, keeping a confident pose and a bored face. Kirk didn’t
- ...so, please… ahem… would you tell us your story?
Three days passed already, didn’t they, since their last case. Sherlock spent this morning laying on the couch, counting patterns on the wall - definitely not a good sign. That’s why John’s put all his hopes into this slim, gracious, black-eyed woman with small freckles on her cheeks. She was rubbing her wrists nervously, trying to pull herself up; her hands were shaking slightly - a clear sign of a neurosis.
The woman cleaned her throat shyly and started:
- My name is Mary Susan Ellington. One might find my story so strange that it would be hard to believe
TEASER: Chapter 1. Jack in the Box by lothya, literature
Literature
TEASER: Chapter 1. Jack in the Box
- ...so, please… ahem… would you tell us your story?
Three days passed already, didn’t they, since their last case. Sherlock spent this morning laying on the couch, counting patterns on the wall - definitely not a good sign. That’s why John’s put all his hopes into this slim, gracious, black-eyed woman with small freckles on her cheeks. She was rubbing her wrists nervously, trying to pull herself up; her hands were shaking slightly - a clear sign of a neurosis.
The woman cleaned her throat shyly and started:
- My name is Mary Susan Ellington. One might find my story so strange that it would be hard to believe
In the middle of a shallow river, she was standing. Long, pompous skirt of her dress was soaking in cold water; her legs were freezing and have already started to acquire an azure tint.
The birds were whistling carelessly around her, but nothing she noticed. Indifferent to what was happening around, she was fully consumed by her determination; like a sharp-clawed prey bird feasting on a dead animal she was ripping the time-matter fabric apart, creating tears.
Searching.
Not here. No. Not here yet. No.
Messy black hair was shadowing her pale face, touched by what one would call madness. Her big, bright eyes were shining with eerie light, c
It was a start of a sunny day in October. She woke up early; he was still sleeping, and his hair was sparkling like copper in first rays of mild autumn sun when she left her bed.
They both had work to do. By agreement with the Prophet, the Lamb had to be observed regularly in as many probability spaces as possible in order to ensure and correct Her future. Day by day, through tears they were peeking further into the uncharted and unhappened, observing and taking down notes, watching and learning.
This time the July days of 1912 were their target. The machine was powered up, and she was doing the last calibrations before the tea
"...ahem... one, two... is this thing turned on?.. Ow."
So, to all of you who is reading me and might (or might not) wonder what's going on in my life.
There isn't much, really.
I've watched BBC Sherlock recently, so now I'm officially SHERlocked. And I'm also going through a mild Cumberbatch-fangirl-madness. Weeeee! ...where was I?
So, I've decided to honor these bright events in my life with a large Sherlock-related fan fiction. I'm currently moving towards finishing chapter 1 (of 2 or 3 chapters planned). Check my deviations, I've posted a teaser ^_^ (or else I felt like I was going nowhere with that wall of text I've already produce
For better or worse, I'm finally done with BioShock fiction. I still have a couple of ideas unwritten, but just have no time for them.
Now I have to work on the script for my new short film, and on some other sweet small things too.
Small bits of art still can be expected from me in a couple of weeks
To those who might have accidentally watched me - I'm still alive and doing things :)
I've starting trying myself at shooting movies recently. Now I have a channel on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/user/lothya000
The videos there are mostly in Russian (and I am not used to making subtitles yet), but even if you do not understand Russian, you can take a look anyway :)