tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post3161236357968270993..comments2023-07-06T07:33:06.262-04:00Comments on * Writers' Spark * Every story has to start somewhere *: Prompt: Fan, Light, Sky, Export, Free, Tunnel (Use at least three of these)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post-81078613702804016042013-04-18T00:37:48.224-04:002013-04-18T00:37:48.224-04:00Fascinating that we both chose the escape tunnel c...Fascinating that we both chose the escape tunnel concept, and fan blades at that! Nice hook at the end -- as good as/at what?<br /><br />You wrote this well, as always. I'll suggest from some con panel discussion last year, that the Mission Impossible movement through the air ducts a) has been done and b) is wildly improbable. So if you fleshed this out, for instance, you'd want a clear rationale for why the tunnels were that large, strong enough to carry their weight, etc. I know you could do it! :)Margaret S. McGrawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18301618521427459626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post-62686428180368096422013-04-15T18:44:22.457-04:002013-04-15T18:44:22.457-04:00Prompt: Fan, Light, Sky, Export, Free, Tunnel (Us...Prompt: Fan, Light, Sky, Export, Free, Tunnel (Use at least three of these)<br /><br /><br />I heard Williams drop to his belly in front of me. I followed suit. The tunnel around us rattled, its metal sides vibrating in the wind of the giant fan. Finally, the sound and the wind stopped.<br /><br />"How many was that?" I whispered, having lost count. The blasts of the fan where the only way we had to gauge distance in this dark. Although a poor gauge it was, with no real understanding of how fast we moved nor how often it blew. Still, it served to provide structure to what otherwise would be a timeless crawl in blackness.<br /><br />"Five," answered Williams in a normal voice. There was no reason to whisper, I reminded myself. Just because we were sneaking through the bowels of the sky city, it seemed like we should. But either they had infrared cameras and mikes down here that would show us up clear as day, with all our clanking crawls, or there was nothing and we were barely a blip amongst the industrial clatter.<br /><br />Williams started on again, and I followed. We curved through tight turns, then it seemed we descended.<br /><br />"I see light," Williams said.<br /><br />I bit my lip on hope, but needn't have. A few more shuffles and we were above a grate to the outside. Through it, we could see mostly automated vehicles floating past, on at least three traffic levels--probably many more. I reached back and pulled out my climbing gear. Now I'd see if Williams was as good as he was meant to be. He was probably thinking the same of me.<br />Annenoreply@blogger.com