tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post509096400243295278..comments2023-07-06T07:33:06.262-04:00Comments on * Writers' Spark * Every story has to start somewhere *: Prompt: Steampunk IcarusUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post-45865118914082536402013-03-14T21:57:47.749-04:002013-03-14T21:57:47.749-04:00Glad you liked that! Yours doesn't read like a...Glad you liked that! Yours doesn't read like a struggle. Thanks for joining in!Margaret S. McGrawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18301618521427459626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post-3688130626887600752013-03-14T21:57:17.034-04:002013-03-14T21:57:17.034-04:00Nicely done! I love the up and down feeling - you ...Nicely done! I love the up and down feeling - you describe that so well. I think you have a better handle on the "steampunk" concept than I do with your use of some of the common tropes - steam-powered, goggles, etc. Elaine's hat could be a parasol, in keeping with the typical costumes. I should probably ready some steampunk before I try to write any more ... which is too bad, because I'm thinking the next prompt might be set in the same world...Margaret S. McGrawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18301618521427459626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post-18989720512047543422013-03-14T18:19:34.727-04:002013-03-14T18:19:34.727-04:00Love yours! Especially how "Carrie" is ...Love yours! Especially how "Carrie" is short for Icarussa. I really struggled tonight.Annenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3022413452547277809.post-58056195189511456492013-03-14T18:16:34.084-04:002013-03-14T18:16:34.084-04:00Prompt: Steampunk Icarus
William pulled the gogg...Prompt: Steampunk Icarus<br /><br />William pulled the goggles over his eyes. "Here we go."<br /><br />"You know, I'm not so sure this is a good idea after all," said Greg, next to him.<br /><br />William reached to jerk his goggles off in frustration, then the teasing tone of Greg's voice penetrated his consciousness. "Yeah, well," William said, "doesn't matter now does it!" And he thrust the lever forward.<br /><br />The steam-powered sling shot whistled and the wheels of the gliding machine rattled over the ground. Then silence. William's stomach jumped into his throat; they were falling. Crap, the idea had been...<br /><br />Great! They arced out away from the cliff face and were briefly going up! Then down. Then up. William remembered he had controls. Greg was already busy working the tail of the machine, and William took up his role with the wings. <br /><br />He could see the farm below -- the hot houses reflected light from their glass roofs like giant pools. Horses sure looked funny from above. Was that round hat Elaine's? He hoped she looked up. He couldn't wait to tell her it was him up here!<br /> Annenoreply@blogger.com