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spacebabie) wrote2007-06-29 05:20 pm
spacebabie) wrote2007-06-29 05:20 pm
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Going to give it a shot.
I came across this in ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
galadhir 's journal
http://community.livejournal.com/uk_nanowriters/67437.html
and decided what they hey, afterall I have have a few short stories I want to work on before attempting a whole novel.
“The grid! the grid!” Abernathy shouted as several of the dotted lights blinked. He brought up both the touch screen and the keyboard screen. “Does anyone know what the frip is going on out there?”
“Nobody knows,” Wayne said. He sat at the controls, hunched over with his translucent wings spread out.
“We don’t even know if it is caused by humans or faeries,” Flavia entered with a cardboard tray in her arms, loaded with several cups of Murk brew. “Could also been trolls. News reports have mentioned they were getting more feisty recently.”
“I think it’s mating season,” Abernathy accepted his cup, and blew at the steam before he took a sip. The bitterness hit him like the grill of a human vehicle. “Ugh.”
“Sorry,” Flavia apologized before she placed a few packets of sugar down in front of him.
“Thanks,” Abernathy ripped open the pack and dumped the contents into his cup. “All I know is if the grid goes down we will receive several calls on our cells, not too mention the various messages by magic.”
“They can blink off,” Wayne said before he took another sip from his cup. Abernathy refrained from shuddering at the sight of his coworker drinking it without anything added. “The people, not the grid.”
“I know,” Abernathy cringed when another surge went through the system. He heard Flavia utter every foul insult known to every humanoid species while his fingers flew across the keypad. “If Trevor wasn’t on vacation.” Trevor was the only faerie employed who knew how to cast spells.
“We cannot always depend on magic,” Wayne said.
“I know,” Abernathy tasted the brew again, it was still a bit on the bitter side, but the sugar helped it become more palatable. “I was thinking of a small protection spell, just to keep things from shorting out.”
“That was what I had been doing,” Flavia had returned to her console and pulled up several screens. “I have been whispering both a prayer and a spell.”
“I thought you only took a few semesters of magic lessons,” Abernathy did not look at her. Several more lights on the grid blinked out, nearly a whole section had blackened and he had demanded full power while he sought out the problem.
“It’s all connected,” Wayne’s eyes bugged out.
“I see,” Abernathy said. “If I reverse the power here and increase it to this point.” He typed in a few more commands.
Nearly every light on the grid lit up and the warning signals were shut off.
“Finally,” Wayne gasped out and sat back.
Abernathy nodded. “Now the real question is was this natural or magical?”
galadhir 's journalhttp://community.livejournal.com/uk_nanowriters/67437.html
and decided what they hey, afterall I have have a few short stories I want to work on before attempting a whole novel.
“The grid! the grid!” Abernathy shouted as several of the dotted lights blinked. He brought up both the touch screen and the keyboard screen. “Does anyone know what the frip is going on out there?”
“Nobody knows,” Wayne said. He sat at the controls, hunched over with his translucent wings spread out.
“We don’t even know if it is caused by humans or faeries,” Flavia entered with a cardboard tray in her arms, loaded with several cups of Murk brew. “Could also been trolls. News reports have mentioned they were getting more feisty recently.”
“I think it’s mating season,” Abernathy accepted his cup, and blew at the steam before he took a sip. The bitterness hit him like the grill of a human vehicle. “Ugh.”
“Sorry,” Flavia apologized before she placed a few packets of sugar down in front of him.
“Thanks,” Abernathy ripped open the pack and dumped the contents into his cup. “All I know is if the grid goes down we will receive several calls on our cells, not too mention the various messages by magic.”
“They can blink off,” Wayne said before he took another sip from his cup. Abernathy refrained from shuddering at the sight of his coworker drinking it without anything added. “The people, not the grid.”
“I know,” Abernathy cringed when another surge went through the system. He heard Flavia utter every foul insult known to every humanoid species while his fingers flew across the keypad. “If Trevor wasn’t on vacation.” Trevor was the only faerie employed who knew how to cast spells.
“We cannot always depend on magic,” Wayne said.
“I know,” Abernathy tasted the brew again, it was still a bit on the bitter side, but the sugar helped it become more palatable. “I was thinking of a small protection spell, just to keep things from shorting out.”
“That was what I had been doing,” Flavia had returned to her console and pulled up several screens. “I have been whispering both a prayer and a spell.”
“I thought you only took a few semesters of magic lessons,” Abernathy did not look at her. Several more lights on the grid blinked out, nearly a whole section had blackened and he had demanded full power while he sought out the problem.
“It’s all connected,” Wayne’s eyes bugged out.
“I see,” Abernathy said. “If I reverse the power here and increase it to this point.” He typed in a few more commands.
Nearly every light on the grid lit up and the warning signals were shut off.
“Finally,” Wayne gasped out and sat back.
Abernathy nodded. “Now the real question is was this natural or magical?”