There isn't a September 300 worder -- the 300s are quarterly, in April, July, October and January. So still 3 weeks to wait!
Death came quickly. Dak had been expecting an assassin’s bullet for some time, but not here.
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Being an atheist he had imagined death would be a simple switching off.
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At first he thought he was still alive.
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Then one day it came, a voiced question.
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He saw the airlock door spiralling away into space as his leg flew past his head and the cold vacuum ripped the air from his lungs.
Seconded, that would have been a cracking opening line and already shows a good intro into your character.This would make for a great 'Twilight Zone' episode. You can imagine Rod Serling smiling towards the camera at the end of the episode and saying "be careful what you wish for".
I agree that the first two paragraphs are unnecessary. In fact
Being an atheist he had imagined death would be a simple switching off.
would have been a great first line and a hook to pull the reader in. Then (with the extra words) you could maybe have expanded on the end of your story to explain the sudden jump from the boat into space.
Thanks!Pirates of the Kahr-ubd-eon System
“Everyone, listen!” Cassandra said.
Her command permeated the musty air of the dimly lit tomb. Rivulets of sweat trickled down her sharp ebony features, hidden beneath dusty khaki shirt and pants. Atop dark cornrows perched a safari fedora, indigo and faded with use.
“Time’s up. We have an incoming, ETA thirty minutes. Just like we’ve drilled, now let’s get moving!”
After a moment of stunned silence, the excavation erupted into a flurry. Workers gathered tools and artifacts, and swarmed towards the door. A cart of aluminum canopic jars overturned in the decampment and scattered circuit boards, a hydraulic pump, and tangled wiring harnesses.
“Leave it,” Cassandra ordered. The crewmen obeyed and headed for the exit. “Prepare the ship,” she called after them, “I want to be lifting off in fifteen!”
Her favorite factotum stood nearby and eyed a jumble of skeletons piled against a far wall. She grabbed his heavy forearm.
“Human slaves, long dead and worthless to us. C’mon, I need your help opening the sarcophagus.”
She dragged him to the stone coffin and guided his muscled mass to the opposite side. The casing was adorned with ancient carvings of the Tehcnoli: random, endless strings of 1’s and 0’s. Unfortunately, there was no time to decipher the script; Alex was coming, and Cassandra wouldn’t let him get her prize this time.
They grabbed the lid and wrestled it off. Inside were the disheveled and oxidized remains of Tekkotentkahamum—Lead Developer and Automatonoumous Ruler of the Number Six Dynasty.
“Beautiful.” Cassandra took a moment to admire the long-deactivated bot. “Let’s get her on the cart.”
Ten minutes later they boarded the ship, just in time to see Alex’s vessel break atmosphere. Cassandra proffered a one-finger salute as they blasted into space.
Forbidden Knowledge
As he placed the final tooth into the turquoise mask it gave small shudder, rose shakily from its plinth and blinked.
“For f*cks sake. Why‽ Why did you choose me? I was quite happy where you left me, thank you very much.”
Trig had not been expecting that.
“Uh…” Trig stammered
“Uh… Uh… Uh…” Mocked the mask “I was having an amazing time in the hereafter, with several nubile young maidens I might add, before you unceremoniously yanked me here.”
Trig shook himself and intoned in his deepest priestly voice:
“Spirit I command thee- “
“Spirit I command thee this Command thee that, always the same with you preachers. Can’t you ever leave us in peace? Don’t you think we’ve deserved our eternal rest?”
The turn of events troubled young Trig as he poured through his book, flicking pages fanatically. Wasn’t this spectre supposed to be under his command right now?
“Oh spirit of the great beyond, whose boundless knowledge I seek”
“Yes, yes boundless knowledge, get on with it. I would quite like to get back you know.”
This was not how it was meant to be! The elder priests had called the phantoms on ritual days, asking about the coming harvests and portents of war, those spirits were nice! Trig pressed on however, his desire to discover the forbidden information he sought was too great.
“Oh magnificent, fantastical spirit- “
“Well that, at least, is more like it. My name is Johtel, didn’t you read it on the coffin? Ask your question already!” Snapped the mask.
Eyes downcast, Trig mumbled, “Does Ymir like me?”
“How would I know that‽ Ask her yourself!” Shouted Johtel, and with that the light went out of his eyes and he clattered to the plinth, teeth falling out onto the floor.