Eudaemonious

In an attempt to force myself to do some writing, a friend and I started a challenge that we, based on a more or less random word or expression, should create something (not necessarily anything of semi-literary nature, but that’s what’s closest at hand for me) in a short allotted time frame (a couple of days).

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I’ve always liked the autumn rains…

(Go here to read the story first, if you prefer not being spoiled!)

When I was in primary school, I remember that I always used to go outside on breaks on rainy days. I must have been around the age of nine, since that was the age at which I started reading SF, and my young imagination turned my rain-clothes into a space suit and the school yard to the surface of distant planet of torrential, icy rain. I was an explorer, protected only by the thin outer skin of the suit, a foreigner on a foreign world. I would just stand there, letting the droplets fall on my rain-coat, enjoying the feeling of almost, but not quite, getting wet.

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Silmero #1 “Our Hero is in a Delicate Predictament”

Silmero was deep in thought. What, if any, were his options? Also: his objectives? Escape, certainly, but in what fashion, and by what means? Princess Daga might be persuaded to accompany him, were he to leave the planet, if only to dispel the boredom predominant on Olk. After his escape had been effectuated, meeting with Daga might very well be a secondary goal. Silmero’s thoughts dwelt for a moment on other objectives of lesser importance – securing a modest amount of the contents of the royal vaults, delivery of the messages from Emperor Trum to the leaders of the Northern Emilgates, which had been his primary objective before arriving on Olk – but then returned to the present.

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