The lineup for the first Edition of Song Stories is nearly full. I’ve received enough engaging material that I have enough to start another anthology which I will announce shortly. For those of you who haven’t heard back yet, don’t fret. I’ve just been very busy and I’m still making my final decisions. I appreciate your patience.
Now, on to what you’ve all been waiting for, this week’s contest.
I don't care if what you right is possible as long as it is engaging. Remember conflict, response, resolution!
Thanks and welcome to our judge.
Why bother bringing logic into this now?
- The story must start from the prompt. This means the prompt must be the
first words in the story.
- No more than 500 words (not including the
prompt). No less than 100 words.
- Any genre (in fact an
unexpected genre will get you more points.)
- Entries must be submitted
by Tuesday Noon EST
- The winner of each week's competition will be
invited to judge the following week and post the winner's badge similar to the
one shown here.
- If your story would be rated R or NC-17 in a movie, please post a note to that effect at the beginning of your entry.
- Have fun!
By Wakefield Mahon
"Why bother bringing logic into this now?"
"I don’t know, perhaps because I’m a machine!"
"Look at your skin. Listen to yourself, talk. You were a machine before but you are definitely human now."
UR12 swiveled his head, still uncomfortable in his new body. “That is not possible. The limits of artificial intelligence are such that even simulation of intuitive decision-making is unreliable.”
“How do you feel?”
“I don’t feel. I already told you I’m a machine.”
Eliza closed her eyes and touched his face. “How do you feel?”
“I’m… I’m scared.”
“It’s okay; everything is going to work itself out.”
“How can you be so calm about this?”
“To be honest, I’m not all that calm. The idea that I fell in love with you or you fell in love with me and somehow this happened
doesn’t make sense. I’m expecting any minute now to wake up and find myself in the psych ward.” Eliza ran her hands over his face and through his curly brown hair. “Until that happens, it’s just you and me Pinocchio.”
“My name is not Pinocchio.”
Eliza’s eyes twinkled. “Well you are definitely a real boy… or rather man now.”
“I don’t like feeling this primary cabin is malfunctioning.”
Eliza placed her hand on his chest and grinned. She lay her head against the warmth and listened to the rapid patter of his heart. “You are not malfunctioning, you are feeling.”
“What kind of feeling is this supposed to be? I feel... ill.”
“I could spend a week trying to explain it to you,” Eliza leaned up and kissed him deeply, “but it would be easier to show you.”
275 ineligible words.