If anyone’s asking, a ship just materialized out of some
kind of sophisticated hyperspace, which rather surprising considering that it
appears to be composed of some sort of bio-organic material. It would be merely
an interesting event if it hadn’t appeared right in the middle of humanity’s
spacefleet, which is rather heavily armed at the moment due to the Conflict of
Silence at the edge of our frontier territories, and we can’t tell if this
gelatinous newcomer is also rigged for battle, so somebody had better do
something quick—the Grand Admiral is kinda jumpy.
If anyone’s asking, of course there’s a princess in that
tower, and she keeps getting all the attention. For my part, I’m worried about
the prince in the other tower
approximately seven leagues away, but nobody knows in what direction relative
to the princess’s tower—everyone knows where that one is. Exploration is no simple matter either; the number of
dragons and safe stepping stones changes with every adventurer’s account. The
part of the tale that doesn’t change is that the royal pair were imprisoned by
the same antagonistic being, at the same time…for the same reason. On a related
note, the prince and princess aren’t related. Heh. Ironic choice of words
there.
If anyone’s asking, that guy is still sitting in the
alley, and it’s been three days now so someone had better check up on him.
Nobody should be sitting in an alleyway in the first place, but if you have to
make an uncomfortable discrimination, this guy is especially not supposed to be there. The power he hides from the
world should be enough to raise him higher than the mayor of this city, but who
knows how many others would suffer if he just let his abilities loose for five
minutes. Consequently he’s got no idea what to do with himself and his “curse”
as he calls it, and unless some ballsy passerby with advanced problem-solving
skills wanders by, not much is going to change.
If anyone’s asking, there is a reason for all the
floating books in this library. The reason is inside one of those floating
books, but the trouble with their new levitational capabilities is that the
library’s organization has basically gone out the window. Also, when I say “the
reason is inside one of those floating books”, I mean “the first step in
uncovering the reason is inside one of those floating books.” There’s also a
reason why I know this. That’s inside a different floating book. Have fun.
If anyone’s asking, NO! It’s NOT easy to land a mining
skiff on a comet. The scouting drone we sent didn’t do so well; its fragments
are probably scattered across Hale-Bopp’s face right now, and that won’t make
our landing any easier. I will say that manually piloting this cramped ship ups
the ante by a teeth-grinding percentage—couple that to the fact that the comet
will soon be leaving Viable Retrieval Distance, and I expect to have a total
cardiac failure before the clamping skids touch down. But the minerals and
alleged organic chemicals are too much to pass up. If we can pull off this
mission successfully, I’ll never have to go int—hold it! We’re—hold on
to—[TRANSMISSION LOST]
If anyone’s asking, it’s against the law to ask
questions. We know what we’re doing, and needless inquiries will slow our
societal progress. Your Overseers are good, and that’s all we need to know. Glory
to the Overseers.
If anyone’s asking, they’re still living in the Great
Suburban Wilderness. We’re not sure how they do it, so we assume that someone should be asking how. They say
it takes a village to raise a child, but don’t let those clustered houses fool
you—these cookie-cutter dwellings are their own islands that occasionally wave
at each other. By rights, our couple should have four villages to assist them,
but in reality their support comes from a corporation that absentmindedly
throws money in their general direction every so often. At any rate, we need
someone to figure out how they do it, ‘cause frankly the entire world is
stumped, and we need to figure out the secret before we scrap their whole
enterprise.
If anyone’s asking, the Beast is still squatting at the
other end of the bridge, and it doesn’t look like he’s inclined to go away. Use
this enchanted spear. They say that the Beast’s vulnerable spot is inside the
center mouth-hole, so it’s a good thing you’ve been practicing your throw. Oh,
sorry, I didn’t mean to be insensitive about your broken arm. Good luck with
the direct stab, then. Don’t look at me like that! The reason you even have that singular spear is the same
reason that I’m four inches tall. Look, I’d tell you the story—I’ve been trying
to forget it myself—but the Beast has little patience for travelers who idle on
the other side of the bridge. Oop. He’s making the jump. Have at ‘im!
If anyone’s asking, these stories may all be connected.
If anyone’s asking, I don’t think it’s a matter of
waiting for inspiration. It’s a matter of curiosity.
To be honest, I’m
not 100-percent sure how I came up with this one. I think I wanted to try
something special because 1) this year marked the 50th anniversary
of our college’s arts magazine, and 2) this was my last year as an
undergraduate. So when you can’t decide on one story idea, why not do ALL THE
STORY IDEAS?
Apparently the editors
liked my idea too. This piece ended up winning the short fiction award—my third
one out of my four college years. Also, at the publication’s release party—when
they announced the winners—I was there to cover the event for the school paper.
Needless to say, writing the article was interesting.
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