Attention all.
Soon I’ll be uploading the first part of a story onto this blog for the whole Internet to read. It’s the first part out of god knows how many. Yeah, planning isn’t really my strong point. I’m going to try and do this with a whole ‘webisode’ model, where I’ll upload part of the story weekly, or biweekly, or whenever. Yeah. Planning.
Anyway, the premise is such, a traveller who doesn’t know how to travel ends up on a country, mounted on some metal, which is bolted to some engines. Oh, and the countryship is crashing. Into Jupiter. Will they escape? Be saved? Miracles? Who knows. Enjoy the snippet below, and watch this space.
It appeared to be night, and raising his head, he could clearly see the stars, even though they did look slightly distorted, as if a pane of glass had been placed miles above his head. “Bugger. This isn’t Oxford. This is absolutely nothing like Oxford.” He was right; the town was absolutely nothing like Oxford. Jacques, at a complete loss, spun briefly on his heel and picked a direction with a sharp point. “That way it is!” And so, he stalked off in roughly that direction. Before long though, he came to a complete stop. “That’s an elevator.” He spoke aloud, which helped gain him some odd looks from passers-by, who had never before seen such a brilliant display of obviousness.
And that’s a wrap.