Day 1 - in which cyberpunk turns into steampunk
Remember when I said that I wanted to continue down the road of Instantiated this year? Apparently, that all went to hell last night when I sat down to write. Instead of Raxi popping her head up and saying, “Hey, what the hell happened to Rafe? Will I ever see my brother again? What happened to Ziera and Spyder? FINISH MY STORY, DAMN YOU!”, I instead got two children running up to my muse and begged to be written.
So far, I have no idea where this story is going.
But I’ve written well over 3000.
Must be doing something right. And now, the inevitable excerpt.
Miriam hated waiting. There was nothing more inane and pointless than having to sit on one’s behind and wait for the world to start turning, knowing full well that you have no real say in which way it turns or whether or not it turns at all. Elements of that argument just seem… unfair. Father always told her that the world was unfair and unkind to everyone, not just little girls who had lost their mothers to illness and fate.
Their train to Nowhere had been progressing down what had seemed like the same stretch of tracks for the last millenium or so. Miriam put her hands against the window, trying to peer down the sides of the train; maybe someone else was trying to look for their destination too. The steam of the train made it difficult to see past her own reflection in the glass but it didn’t stop her from making some sort of attempt.
The outside world looked hazy - almost dreamlike, wispy - so every time a shape would fly past her window, Miriam would excitedly press her face against the glass, just to see what it was. Rarely was she able to make out what the object had been.
“Probably trees anyway,” Miriam murmured, rubbing her hands on her dress as she walked back to where Father was chatting to another gentleman. Miriam, ever the cautious and inquisitive child, stood at Father’s side and waited to be introduced.
Another day, another trial.