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J'essaierai bien #writever mais bon. A chaque fois que je tente de me lancer dans des tâches quotidiennes, je n'arrive pas à continuer. Combien de "calendrier de l'Avent" gâchés ? Combien de "inktober" échoués ? C'est bizarre quand même…
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1. Bizarre
C’est dans son regard, ou plutôt car je ne suis pas sûre de savoir ce qu’elle regarde. Ses pupilles fixent dans ma direction, mais elles semblent voir à travers moi. Elles cherchent ce que je cache, elles me suivent sans bouger, je ne peux me dérober à leur trajectoire.
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1/Bizarre
C'est un jour bizarre où on se méfie, où le vrai et le faux se confondent plus que d'habitude. Je vois les autres se questionner, hésiter et, pour une journée, je me sens moins anormal.
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1/ Weird
All my friends are weird. Some are too loud, others are silent. They wear strange clothes and laugh at the wrong moment. Some don't work or have non serious jobs. My friends act weird, but are all kind to me
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2. "Soigner ! Soigner ! Vous n'avez que ce mot à la bouche !" déclara Gonzague de Saint-Fiacre à la délégation en blouse blanches qui avait selon ses dires fait "brusquement irruption" dans son bureau. La délégation argue d'une prise de rendez-vous il y a plus de 3 mois avec accusé de réception que confirme la secrétaire de l'intéressé. Laquelle apprit avec stupeur son licenciement pour faute dans la foulée.
Où va t-on, si un Ministre de la Santé ne peut plus parler de rentabilité ?
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#writever Soigner
Bien sûr qu'une Sorcière qui vous sauve la vie demandera en retour que plus tard, vous honoriez votre dette. C'est une bonne chose : ça veut dire qu'elle a intérêt à bien vous soigner, pour que vous viviez jusque là, et en donne santé.
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#writever Heal
Of course the Witch who saves your life will later ask in return that you honor your debt. It's a good thing: it means she has a stake in ensuring that you heal well, so that you live until then, and in good health.
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2. Les sacrifices humains sont inutiles de nos jours: microplastiques, mauvais microbiote, sang affaibli à force de malbouffe; il n'y avait rien qui ne pouvait soigner la Terre dans ce liquide rouge et désormais faible en oligoéléments. #writever
#PennedPossibilities 632 — What originally inspired your WIP’s plot?
I just finished the WIP less than 20 hours ago, so I'm going with it.
- The #writever prompts for March. Thirty-one one word prompts with the theme Women's Rights. Remember, I'm a feminist writer. One of the prompts was "abortion." Challenging, as were others. I learned a lot by researching why the prompts were chosen.
- The prompts originally come out in Français. The word in Français for March is "Mars." As a SF writer at heart, do you think I originally misread that? Ya Betcha!
- Who is associated with Mars who is also the most misogynistic creep ever, who seems to be destroying a century of civil, women's, and LGBTQIA rights single handedly? Oh, noes! Did RS have ideas about writing thinly veiled satire? Ya Betcha!
Wanna read it? Mars Needed Women: https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/114261812977623863
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1.Bizarre
"Je ne comprend pas : Le flux de neutrinos est stable, l'ectoplasme devrait résonner en phase avec les Bovis" se dit Winston tandis qu'il observait d'un air sceptique les fluctuations de son appareillage portatif.
C'était la première fois depuis la fin de son doctorat qu'il lâcha un "Bizarre..." aussi direct que profondément perplexe. Il faut dire que depuis ses débuts, l'Affaire du fantômicide jaloux a de quoi déstabiliser le plus cartésien des parapsychologues d'État...
#writever #Marjorie
- Bonjour Maîtresse !
- Oh, #Marjorie !
- Le collège a fermé plus tôt aujourd'hui alors je suis passé vous dire bonjour à la sortie de l'école.
- Comment ça, "fermé plus tôt" ?
- Une blague qui a mal tourné. Poisson d'avri...oups. Vous voyez le genre.
- Qu'est-ce que tu as fait ?
- Pas ma faute ! Je ne suis pas là seule sorcière de ce collège vous savez ?
- Oh oui, je sais. D'ailleurs, c'est bizarre, depuis que je vis ici, je vois des sorcières partout, même ailleurs.
J’ai participé à #Writever en #mars, et c’était une expérience riche. Je recommencerai, pas direct parce que j’ai trouvé ça astreignant, plus que je ne le pensais – peut-être aussi parce que je m’étais rajouté la contrainte d’un récit suivi en + des thématiques quotidiennes, mais surtout du fait de la quotidienneté justement…
Les dix premiers jours ça venait tout seul, mais quand il a fallu continuer à tenir ensuite certains jours c’était chaud. Vers le 20 j’étais complètement sec : ennuyé & sans inspi. Intéressant à observer !
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1 - Bizarre
Il m'a fallu du temps pour remarquer un détail étrange sur mon immeuble. J'ai bien vérifié et celui-ci n'a que 12 étages, pourtant l'ascenseur affiche un bouton 13ème.
Par curiosité j'ai appuyé dessus. L'ascenseur a semblé s'arrêter à mon étage mais quand j'ai ouvert la porte de mon appartement j'étais déjà là, à me regarder avec des yeux tels des billes de néant.
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My feminist SF web-novel Mars Needed Women is complete! 23,300 words in 31 chapters, one chapter posted each day throughout March, the last posted 23 minutes ago as I write this. Check out the cover art.
To read, either use the hashtag #RSMarsNeededWomen or this link to the first chapter: https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/114088945266387178 The full novel is in the thread. Just scroll to read.
“A hopeful deeply-dystopian feminist SF story, with thinly veiled jabs at our current world's bad actors making for a bad future. Please note the past tense in the title: Mars Needed Women. The story's women are going to work to bring down the system, at least that part that's oppressing them, in a massive unscheduled disassembly.”
I'll leave it up for you to read for at least a week. After that, I'm revising it for later secondary publication.
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2503.30 31/31 — Wave #Writever #Mars #SpaceOpera
Marisela, aged 10, wearing her little Mars green enviro suit, smiled and waved a rust-stained gauntleted hand. They'd traveled to Jezero Crater. Behind her lay a famous scene of twin dark red rover tracks gouged into orange soil, between hills strewn with dark boulders and rusty shingle rocks. Dust storms and dust devils over the years had softened them. A crater wall stretched like a mountain range to the greenish hazy horizon. May Ri had wanted to celebrate Mari having suit-trained 2,000 nisei. Mari asked for a trip to Jezero with Momie. Reina made it so.
The image looped every 10 seconds with a blink.
In that blink of darkness, in memory, the cargo doors of the decapitated warship flew open. Her two-second delayed reaction had cost her daughter's life.
The North American Decath States had killed her daughter. She'd failed to stop them. She pounded the table. On the moon, that action pushed her from her chair.
"There you are," a dark-haired teenager asked, climbing the stairs into the observatory. Domes were built fully or partially buried, to protect from radiation. Few had windows, but this one did. Thick. 360º, with a full black sky above and a sun always peaking over the horizon. A cloudy blue world opposite entered a full phase, sliced off by crater walls.
Distracted by Mau approaching, she looked for Mi.
"No Miriam?" Rare.
"We caused Kyv to pull a muscle, but Mi's better at massaging. Give me something to bolt together any day! So, I answered a ping." She handed over May Ri's intentionally-left-behind book plate, then swiped the memory cube faster than her mother could jump, and slept it.
May Ri tapped a priority from Reina.
"I trust you," the recorded Onēsanue said. Her red hair hung limp. Her grey eyes displayed dark circles below them, transforming her freckles to ashes. "Your intuition said shoot the Bonhomme Richard despite the mayday. I insisted on international norms, that we attempt a rescue. I was wrong. My intuition was wrong. 1,323 people and your precious daughter died because I'd never been abused or oppressed by Earthers. I did not understand. I still don't understand, so I will say this: If leveling cities is your decision, or standing by and letting them cower in fear at what we might do is your decision, I shan't second guess you. I trust you." The message ended.
"Pfft! That was helpful!"
Maurine hugged her mother from behind, squeezing tightly, head on her shoulder. May Ri smelled sweat and Mi's rose perfume.
"Mau—?"
"Not happening, Momie!" She tried to bite her ear.
May Ri shoved her, laughing.
"Seriously. Ten minutes to the astronomical new moon. Next month a partial solar eclipse; today, we're in the sun's glare. You picked now symbolically, but you need to choose a plan." Mau's book plate filled will warning messages. One stated, "Get May Ri's rear in gear!!!" with 3 exclaims.
What was she to do? A blue world with billions of people led astray by a belief in an all-powerful invisible friend, or two, and a belief only money made friends. When she closed her eyes, she saw the red face of Mars, a flash, then another, then a distorted mushroom of fire and debris rising, as her daughter—
—had ceased to exist.
She envied the Decath, envied their certainty that there was a "better place" the dead would populate, would "live" happily forever.
She hugged herself. No. Her daughter was gone. Half-a-year ago. Nothing would bring her back.
Reina's trust did nothing to help. May Ri needed to prevent a repeat of that day.
Today.
Men had a brutal history of conquest, of killing the husbands and the children so the subsequent babies were theirs. May Ri read the books, understood the patriarchy and theology supporting it, and the Game of War. Women were no more than a prize.
Would she play? Destroy the capital of the States like they destroyed Herschel?
What would Marisela think? The girl had taught the Nisei to wear spacesuits because it made her more friends. Mau and Mi always said to make friends. Very Nisei.
"Friends?" May Ri asked.
Maureen gave a thumbs up.
May Ri didn't know what she'd choose. Her fingers typed in a code and keys.
Thorium SMRs across the Moon responded to loads as newly built spinlaunchers powered up, soon casting ton-sized payloads skyward. Southhome vibrated as the south polar set of twenty launched with a faint whump, whump, whump.
She looked at her book plate. She read the first target sweeping east to west. Cape Canaveral not General Washington City. She sighed. In three days, Earth would cease to have launch capability, except for the KJC.
"Let's warn them to evacuate two hours before impact."
"Sounds good," Mau said. #RSMarsNeededWomen 31
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#writever jour 1 : Bizarre.
Merci @velvet_wombat de me motiver, au fait.
Aller c'est parti pour le #writever du mois d'avril !
Pas de cadre comme pour le mois précédent de mon côté, attendez à vous à principalement n'importe quoi.
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En avril, suivons le fil de l’œuvre de Plume D Serves à travers ses thèmes.
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#writever Bizarre
Si pour vous la théorie de la relativité est un truc bizarre, alors un conseil, ne vous intéressez jamais à la dynamique sociale des quarks.
#writever Weird
If, to you, the theory of relativity is weird, then a word to the wise: never, ever, take an interest in quark social dynamics.
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1. Quand Karen découvrit son robot ZX-464 en train de porter sa lingerie, elle cria.
À sa défense, les robots n'avaient pas encore de peau artificielle sur eux.
La perversité des machines fut déballée lors d'un procès. On retint assez peu les concepteurs qui indiquaient que seuls les programmateurs ou les propriétaires pouvaient créer un comportement bizarre chez les machines.
Comme Kevin, le mari de la proprio, qui se liquéfiait tout au long de l'argumentaire. #writever