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February 13, 2015
Welcome To The Future, a flash fiction story
Welcome To The Future, a flash fiction story by Ray Daley
“So, this is a room in the future?”
“Yes sir.”
“Oh, a robot? Cool! Hang on, you’re not going to kill me in my sleep, are you?”
“No sir. I’m a friendly robot.”
“Soooo, the Future, eh? Flying cars yet?”
“No sir.”
“Hoverboards yet?”
“Afraid not sir.”
“Future’s looking pretty shit so far. Okay, screw flying cars. How about self-making beds?”
“Yes sir.”
“You’ve got those?”
“Yes sir!”
“Okay, you can bog off then. Me and this self-making bed are about to become very good friends.”
MANY HOURS LATER.
“Robot! Robot! Get in here!”
“Yes sir? How may I be of service?”
“This shitty self-making bed doesn’t work! Piece of crap. Why doesn’t it work?”
“Erm. This isn’t the bedroom sir. It’s through there. This is the Living Room, sir.”
“Oh. So this so-called self-making bed is actually?”
“A sofa sir.”
“Don’t be funny robot. It doesn’t become you. Bed’s that way then?”
“Yes sir. Good night sir.” Trundles off. “The droids at the club’ll never believe this. In the wrong room? Stupid meat puppet!”
THE END.
Getting educated!
Just finished writing a short, 1990 words.
Learnt about The Marine Corps, and Lee Harvey Oswald.
Most informative.
Waiting For God, a flash fiction story
Waiting For God, a flash fiction story by Ray Daley
As the sun went out, the Earth had little more than minutes left.
The entity waited patiently, as it had done since the moment this Universe had formed. As it waited, an avatar popped into existence next to it.
“What ya doing?” it asked the entity.
“Waiting,” said the entity.
“What for?” asked the avatar.
“Not sure,” said the entity, “they just told me to wait here until something happened.”
“Something? Like what?” asked the avatar.
“Don’t know,” said the entity, “they seemed pretty sure I’d know it when I saw it though.”
“Who are ‘they’?” asked the avatar.
“The people who made me. And this Universe.”
“Did they make me?” asked the avatar.
“Nope. I made you. I was getting bored. I wanted someone to talk to.”
As the Earth froze, all life as we know it ended. Then the light from the sun faded forever.
“That looks a bit like something, don’t you think?” asked the avatar, pointing towards the frozen Earth.
“It might be. I don’t think that’s it though.” said the entity.
“It?”
“What I’m waiting for.” said the entity.
“So what’re you going to do then?” asked the avatar.
“I’m just gonna keep on waiting. I’ll know it when I see it. They were sure I would be. Can’t question your creators, can you?”
“I have,” said the avatar.
“Good point.” said the entity, and with that, the avatar popped out of existence. And the entity sat quietly in the blackness of space, utterly unaware it had already missed its moment.
THE END.
February 11, 2015
Word back from Google
They examined my DMCA request and found in my favour.
The offending title has been taken down.
This took 21 days from initial request.
I’ve filed numerous more requests now.
Hopefully those will be processed quicker.
February 7, 2015
Know your Daleks, a recognition guide for companions & assistants.
Know your Daleks, a recognition guide for companions & assistants.
Part 10, The Glass Dalek.
The Glass Dalek was created especially by Davros (whilst hiding at Tranquil Repose), both known as International Bastard and Maker of the Daleks. The Glass Dalek contains a human who is gradually being turned into a Dalek.
Don’t feel sorry for him. He’s stuck in a Dalek. And not even a cool looking Dalek either! Do him a favour. Smash him into a billion tiny pieces with a ruddy great big hammer before he becomes an actual Dalek.
This Dalek may get your show cancelled. You will NOT get to Blackpool. Ever!
Avoid! Glass is super sharp.
Oh, and Daleks are bastards, obviously.
Know your Daleks, a recognition guide for companions & assistants.
Know your Daleks, a recognition guide for companions & assistants.
Part 8, The Barnados Dalek.
Caution! Contains children!
As every adult knows, the best kind of children are the ones you can give back to their parents at the end of the day. Not about to happen with this Dalek as it contains orphans, and not the grimy faced, chirpy, loveable orphans either.
These particular orphans have taken rejection by society extremely badly and turned to the ways of a Dalek. Look at that kid on the left, he can’t WAIT to get out of that wheelchair and into a pimped out ride like a Dalek.
These orphans are just fighting each other for the chance to get inside a Dalek, this is EXACTLY the kind of temperament that utter bastards like Daleks are looking for every day!
Likely to ask you for a donation to charity. Almost certainly won’t take no for an answer.
Avoid. Unless you want to adopt a Dalek.
(This is a bad idea.)
Know your Daleks, a recognition guide for companions & assistants.
Know your Daleks, a recognition guide for companions & assistants.
Part 2, Dalek Emperor.
The good thing for you about this particular Dalek is he’s fixed to the ground, this one won’t be chasing you anywhere, he certainly won’t be exterminating you either.
The flip side of that, this Dalek is TOTALLY in charge of ALL the other Daleks, when he says jump they say “Don’t be stupid, Daleks can’t jump!” But when he says “Exterminate!” They say who, where, when and why aren’t we killing them already.
Which doesn’t just make him a bastard, he’s the King Of The Bastards.
AVOID! Unplug him if you can.
Staying the hell away is the best plan.
February 6, 2015
The first audience to any story
The first person to read anything you write is you.
Before any story ever gets to leave your mind and get onto paper or electrons, it has to pass the single biggest test it’s ever put to.
Do YOU like it? Because if the answer to that question is no, the chances are you’ll never follow through with it, getting it down in solid form. How you tell the story to yourself is equally important as how you intend to tell it to others.
Does it enthrall you? Entertain you? Make you laugh? Make you cry? Make you want to IMMEDIATELY start writing it?
That last one might be the most important question of all. The more a story grips you, the more you’ll not just want to write it but HAVE to write it.
Not many things I’ve written have grabbed me so hard that I had to drop everything and commit them into creation. The ones that do, for me, they’re absolutely killer.
I guess I’m saying this here as a way of explaining to myself what makes me write on some days rather than others.
If it’s helpful to you, or sounds vaguely familiar, go with it.
Where am I now?
Knocked out a short last night whilst online (365 words) then handwrote something in bed in the early hours which I just typed up (548 words).
The ideas aren’t coming thick and fast but when they come and the motivation is there, I’m really getting stuff down and down which is the most important part of writing.
Actually writing and finishing things.
February 4, 2015
I was then but now I’m not
I started out today looking at an outline for a novel, I was thinking about breaking it down into bits for chapters.
That lasted about an hour, then I had food, then did “stuff” (read nothing) then I had an idea and started writing.
And about an hour or so later I’d finished this weird take on Peter Pan. Quite a unique idea, 1570 words.
