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June 8, 2013

July CampNano’

by cobbies69

Sunday 9th June 2013…

Hi guys I am back, maybe only temporary, not sure yet. will have to see how it goes..But a great thanks to James allowing me to do as an when. Keeping my options open.

So James, Thank you.

After seeing other on the Facebook Nanowrimo pages and the amount of people joining in on this project.. I just thought shall I? Still not 100% sure, still 21 days to go to be absolutely sure. So I will post this and see if I get any feedback, which would be greatly appreciated.

Due to unforeseen, and unexpected circumstances.. I will probably have more spare time on my hands this coming month. I was not intending to do the July CampNano. My reasoning behind me doing, or trying to do it is that I do write better under pressure of time. The quality might not be there, but this is me, but I do seem to relish the battle of word counts against the clock. I always enjoy the logging of word count and seeing the percentage required to finish in time.. My current story ‘Birth of  the Wizard Prince’ which I did in the April Campnano, I reached my word count and completed the challenge. I did not, however finish the story, and it is still in the writing. So I thought I might be able to finish the story when under pressure against the clock.   Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated..and if I do attempt the project again, would you like my weekly updates.. And if I get put into a cabin maybe might get some that want to communicate,,,  and this would make a story to tell as well… All is starting 1st July 2013, but preps are going on now….

Would any one like to read the story in small chunks posted weekly when each piece has  been satisfactorily would be incentive for me at the same time.


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June 8, 2013

Adrift – Part 5

by Gaston Prereth

This is the final chapter of Adrift. Thank you for reading this short story and I hope you enjoyed it. As I mentioned in my last post, I will be bringing you a knew multi-part story that I am excited to be able to share with you. Please look out for it next Saturday.

As always, comments are welcome. The more feedback I get, the more chance I have at offering you something to enjoy. I know I write more (soft) SF then the other fantastic writers on here, so feel free to let me know if you’d like me to focus more on fantasy or if you have any suggestions on how I could improve the stories .

They had had to wait for the hull-rail for less than ten minutes after they had arrived at the airlock. The gliding capsule, like a can of beans with windows cut out of its sides, soundlessly slid past the small hatchway that led from the hulk of the cruiser. The capsule was not, in reality, moving. It stayed in a stationary position as the large ship rotated beneath it, creating the illusion of it journeying around the ship’s hull.

As the hull-rail capsule did not stop at the airlock, a complex contraption of mechanical levers and locking mechanisms opened the doors of both the ship’s airlock and the capsule’s own hatchway as it past. As the cylinder of the rail’s carriage moved over the doorway, it pushed open the cruiser’s outer door. The air was sealed in by the carriage squatting over the airlock while the doors were open, and as the hull-rail continued its journey past, hooks caught against the door mechanism, closing the airlocks before the vacuum of space could fight its way into the ship. In a spacecraft almost completely controlled by electronic machines, it was impressive to see such a complex mechanical design in action.

However, Jason had not had time to appreciate it as he had pushed his young companion through the hatchway into the hull-rail’s capsule. They had a couple of minutes to climb aboard, but he did not want to waste their opportunity. If they missed this carriage, then they would have to wait another hour for the next one, and an hour might be too late.

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