[identity profile] nodis.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] modnar_art
Hey guys

It`s been really silent here... maybe we took the trigger-word silence too literally ... ?
I`ve been thinking of writing a lot lately and attempted stuff for the old themes, but hm, couldn`t really stick to anything.

Now I have taken on a project, that I want to invite you to.

Some people of a homepage I regularily read are publishing a fiction anthology later this year. The theme is essentially, "What if everyone knew how they were going to die?"

Two things notable about this book --

1. Submissions are open to everyone, everywhere, and authors will be paid if their work is chosen.

2. In addition to the printed book, the manuscript will be released online under Creative Commons. (An eventual audiobook will be CC too.)

They're relying on the fact that their theme is pretty particular, and authors probably won't be able to go on to sell their Machine of Death story by their own, to convince everyone that it's in their best interest to spread the material around (free, natch) as much as possible.

Aaaaanyway read the instructions .
I think its an inspiring theme and even if your story isn`t taken, it will be chalanging to write it... and maybe you want to stick it on here to lifen this community up a little ...

Date: 2007-02-28 05:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ferrousoxide.livejournal.com

What an awesome project! This makes me want to seriously slack off by doing a story for it.

Date: 2007-02-28 06:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ferrousoxide.livejournal.com
Our parents, unlike their ancestors, wanted to plan everything for their children. Genetic manipulation had been available for decades, but in my grandparents' time, there were plenty of hold-outs that didn't even want to know the sex of their nascent offspring before birth.

Even mother and father were considered luddites in their time. Before we were conceived, our parents ensured that our genetic makeup would preclude health problems ranging from Down's Syndrome to psychological disorder. They selected our genders, maximized our intelligence measurements to the best of their abilities, and carefully chose which of their genetic proclivities we'd inherit. My sister Lara got my mother's love of music and my father's passion for books; I inherited my mother's proficiency with machines and my father's talent at photography. But they stopped there. They didn't dictate our heights, which were then programmable with a +-5 inch certainty; define which of their ethnic heritages we would most represent, even if they would have liked us to be more Czech than English; nor did they choose our humors, hair characteristics or eye-colours. Unlike some parents, they were more concerned with our health, intelligence and acceptance into PanEurope's culture than creating designer children.

But the knowledge that we would grow up healthy, erudite, and well adjusted did not entirely satisfy them. When we were born, identical twins, in addition to the standard blood tests, they asked the physicians to run our samples through the Death Machine—a fairly recent invention, but determined beyond reasonable doubt to be accurate in its predictions of the manner in which we'd die. A device that gave no dates or ages, its Sybillian pronouncements were vague at best, ironic at worst, but always correct.

We were teenagers before our parents revealed that we'd undergone the analysis and well into adulthood before they were finally pressed to reveal the results. My sister: suicide. Myself: beheading. On the 23rd of November 2120, Lara's body was found floating in the Themes. Foul play might have been suspected without the Death Machine's assurances.

[This needs an ass-load of work, as it was dashed off in the last 10 minutes and this isn't at all the sort of thing I usually write, but i'm trying to take the perspective of a very old woman whose reflecting back on her life and waiting for, as it were, for the sword of Damocles to fall on her. I reckon either a senseless accident or some sort of heresy for which she's punished despite her advanced age]

Date: 2007-02-28 07:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ferrousoxide.livejournal.com
It seems a bit amateurish and dashed together to me so far, but the idea was so compelling that i had one of those moments where a character popped up in my head, complete with the world she lives in, instantly. So i figured i'd better get something down on paper before i lost it all to a crappy memory ;)



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