Evening chaps and chapettes. Well, I'm over 301wordGate and am just about ready to start reviewing the rest of these fab stories.
@Victoria Silverwolf -
Lucky Betty - a strange, and its own unique way, charming hallucinogenic love story between a man and his plane. Usually an MC's descent into insanity is a rather depressing affair, but here we're given a glimpse of beauty in the bleakness, and an stoical and uplifting acceptance of his lot. We're led to believe that Lucky Betty herself is just the product of Cruz's febrile imagination, but I think there's more going on under that robe than just a jack of hearts; what does Cruz see just before the end? I think Lucky Betty is Cruz's guardian angel, watching over him throughout his ordeals until such time was right to give him his final peace.
@Tywin -
The Ace - we're all fighter pilots now. And we all have ugly monsters who live on the bottom bunk, too. But let's leave aside the tit-for-tat tattletale tail to this dogged dogfight tale and concentrate on the wonderful innocence of a child's imagination. There's something of Han Solo about our young pilot's romantic alter-ego, but who doesn't reckon themselves to have a bit of Han Solo about them? Never grow up, kid.
@telford -
Skylarking - there's something extremely pleasing about the thought of Dave Grohl in his little flying saucer, probably with
Learn to Fly on the wireless, sending green blob rays into the path of arrogant bully-boy skylarks hogging the limelight. Perhaps one might level the accusation that the ending was a tad telegraphed, but I think that just added to the fun. After all, what other end could such a witless oaf deserve? There goes my hero!
@jastius -
A Gift Of Yesterday - this is pure, old-fashioned SF with a fascinating diaspora-oriented edge and carried by the philosophical undertow of cultural change. This is packed full of wonder, sadness and hope, but most impressively manages to squeeze in a substantial amount of world-building into its 300 words. Alena's story, in turns distasteful, despairingly sad and somewhat oppressed, finishes with a spark of... if not hope, then perhaps the potential for change. There's a huge universe out there, and though it might seem violent, or unfair, you can't simply bury your head in the sand and take no interest in it, because sooner or later it's going to take an interest in you. Your only option is to leave your mark upon it, in the most unexpected ways. In the space of 300 words Alena comes to realise this and the implications on her traditional way of life, so we're left asking ourselves: who are the real lucky ones? A staggering entry.
Phew! That's worn me out. Time for some more later, perhaps once the cricket's finished. Cracking stuff, everyone.