The Former Online Journal of Eric T. Marin
This is my former online journal. To read current entries, please visit my LiveJournal blog here.
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First Line Meme
Late to the party, I give you the first lines of my works in progress. (Some of these are rather old.)
The Shadow of Death
Atalar’s involuntary servitude to Goroth, the god of death, began in a manner far worse than he expected, and he had expected it to go badly.
"Fish Story"
The huskies of King Farm Road terrified June Wahl, with their mismatched eyes of pale blue and light green that stared at her as if dinner had come calling, their head-low approach, and their wolfish lines.
Untitled Novella
The day that Kyle Hunter’s concept of reality upended and twisted beyond recognition began with his waking to the gentle prodding of the rising sun.
"Strange Times in Witt Valley"
John Villarreal received a shock the Saturday morning he arrived for his haircut.
"Beholden"
Sam Holden sat huddled down in a nest of hard-packed snow, waiting for a deer to blunder into her rifle sights.
"Gatecrasher"
The night wrapped Ben in suffocating darkness, as he stood by the unlocked gate.
Untitled
Brett stared at the yellow sticky note attached to the corner of his computer monitor and sighed.
"Betty Jo's Eats"
Cream gravy -- one thing I never learned to cook quite right.
"Criminal Elements"
Brock Gray signed the last traffic citation dismissal with a cramped left hand and slunped back in his chair.
"A Bad Trip"
The bus ride from Juarez to Chihuaha City shifted from boring to horrifying as quickly as I could say, “No hablo Espanol.”
"The Search for Courage"
The ship evacuation horn blared Asim into startled wakefulness, and he flopped from his berth to the alloy floor in a tangle of bedding.
"Port of Destination"
I remember dipping a piece of toast into a bowl of chicken soup just before I teleported for the first time.
"Destiny Come Calling"
There was a time when I hoped, even prayed, for a calling -- some great purpose in life.
"Chantal and the Selkie"
Chantal never strayed far from the barnacled rocks and green swells of Eyelet Bay.
"Faerie Jail"
When the Texas Department of Corrections started planning the third prison for Deep Spring, Texas the good citizens called a special town meeting to celebrate.
"Djinn Rummy"
“You must leave this place, Felix Montoya Garcia, and never return,” a stranger’s voice said.
"Pit Fighter"
The sun-scorched sand of the gaming pit burned the soles of Doryn’s feet and sent waves of hazy heat up toward the surrounding audience.
"Elbow Room"
"Lofty heights," read the advertisement.
"Becalmed"
The Southwest Confederation merchant landship, Ball Lightning, sat becalmed in the middle of the Arizona Waste, hundreds of miles from the nearest known source of water and natural shade.
"Jaguar Nation"
The latest wave of Shaktha drones-soldiers crashed against the ichor-smeared pikes of the Third Claw’s troops, and the death screeches of a thousand drone-soldiers rose above the metallic clash of weapons hammering and puncturing into chitin armor.
"Rain Dreams"
Jeff stared through the cracked window of his apartment at the torrential rain falling on the street below and shook his head as if to wake from a dream.
"Pa Knows Best"
Pa told us to keep away from the ole Jensen house, but we didn’t pay him no mind.
"Late Lake"
Carl Knapp hated his family’s summer vacations in western Maine, all because of Late Lake.
"Apathy"
“Screw ‘em,” said Derek with a shrug. “They can sue us if they want. We know we’re right, and we’ve got more money for a lawsuit than they do.”
"Leaving it all Behind"
“Look around you, Brent. This is what you’re giving up,” said Caleb, as he waved a hand at the oak-lined street with its dual rows of stone houses.
"Austin After"
Maria sat down with her dogs, Angel and Diablo, on a weed-infested curb at the corner Guadalupe and 21st and took a puff of her failing cigarette.
"Inhumane"
I was eight when I realized I wasn’t human.
"Scoping"
Sergeant Rudy Hernandez adjusted the zoom on his rifle scope, then let out a silent sigh of satisfaction as the targeting crosshairs fell directly between the eyes of his mark.
"Loki's Bastard"
The sweep of Leif Godson’s blade takes a life, and another piece of his mortal soul sloughs away.
"The Clanless One"
Zoray parried a vicious cut to her head by an axe-wielding coyote, then riposted to skewer her opponent's chest.
The Shadow of Death
Atalar’s involuntary servitude to Goroth, the god of death, began in a manner far worse than he expected, and he had expected it to go badly.
"Fish Story"
The huskies of King Farm Road terrified June Wahl, with their mismatched eyes of pale blue and light green that stared at her as if dinner had come calling, their head-low approach, and their wolfish lines.
Untitled Novella
The day that Kyle Hunter’s concept of reality upended and twisted beyond recognition began with his waking to the gentle prodding of the rising sun.
"Strange Times in Witt Valley"
John Villarreal received a shock the Saturday morning he arrived for his haircut.
"Beholden"
Sam Holden sat huddled down in a nest of hard-packed snow, waiting for a deer to blunder into her rifle sights.
"Gatecrasher"
The night wrapped Ben in suffocating darkness, as he stood by the unlocked gate.
Untitled
Brett stared at the yellow sticky note attached to the corner of his computer monitor and sighed.
"Betty Jo's Eats"
Cream gravy -- one thing I never learned to cook quite right.
"Criminal Elements"
Brock Gray signed the last traffic citation dismissal with a cramped left hand and slunped back in his chair.
"A Bad Trip"
The bus ride from Juarez to Chihuaha City shifted from boring to horrifying as quickly as I could say, “No hablo Espanol.”
"The Search for Courage"
The ship evacuation horn blared Asim into startled wakefulness, and he flopped from his berth to the alloy floor in a tangle of bedding.
"Port of Destination"
I remember dipping a piece of toast into a bowl of chicken soup just before I teleported for the first time.
"Destiny Come Calling"
There was a time when I hoped, even prayed, for a calling -- some great purpose in life.
"Chantal and the Selkie"
Chantal never strayed far from the barnacled rocks and green swells of Eyelet Bay.
"Faerie Jail"
When the Texas Department of Corrections started planning the third prison for Deep Spring, Texas the good citizens called a special town meeting to celebrate.
"Djinn Rummy"
“You must leave this place, Felix Montoya Garcia, and never return,” a stranger’s voice said.
"Pit Fighter"
The sun-scorched sand of the gaming pit burned the soles of Doryn’s feet and sent waves of hazy heat up toward the surrounding audience.
"Elbow Room"
"Lofty heights," read the advertisement.
"Becalmed"
The Southwest Confederation merchant landship, Ball Lightning, sat becalmed in the middle of the Arizona Waste, hundreds of miles from the nearest known source of water and natural shade.
"Jaguar Nation"
The latest wave of Shaktha drones-soldiers crashed against the ichor-smeared pikes of the Third Claw’s troops, and the death screeches of a thousand drone-soldiers rose above the metallic clash of weapons hammering and puncturing into chitin armor.
"Rain Dreams"
Jeff stared through the cracked window of his apartment at the torrential rain falling on the street below and shook his head as if to wake from a dream.
"Pa Knows Best"
Pa told us to keep away from the ole Jensen house, but we didn’t pay him no mind.
"Late Lake"
Carl Knapp hated his family’s summer vacations in western Maine, all because of Late Lake.
"Apathy"
“Screw ‘em,” said Derek with a shrug. “They can sue us if they want. We know we’re right, and we’ve got more money for a lawsuit than they do.”
"Leaving it all Behind"
“Look around you, Brent. This is what you’re giving up,” said Caleb, as he waved a hand at the oak-lined street with its dual rows of stone houses.
"Austin After"
Maria sat down with her dogs, Angel and Diablo, on a weed-infested curb at the corner Guadalupe and 21st and took a puff of her failing cigarette.
"Inhumane"
I was eight when I realized I wasn’t human.
"Scoping"
Sergeant Rudy Hernandez adjusted the zoom on his rifle scope, then let out a silent sigh of satisfaction as the targeting crosshairs fell directly between the eyes of his mark.
"Loki's Bastard"
The sweep of Leif Godson’s blade takes a life, and another piece of his mortal soul sloughs away.
"The Clanless One"
Zoray parried a vicious cut to her head by an axe-wielding coyote, then riposted to skewer her opponent's chest.
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