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Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Guest Speaker (The Golden Eagle)

I met up with The Golden Eagle last year during the A-Z challenge. She did a fantastic job with her challenge and I loved her pictures and the information she presented. She is an amazing writer and blogger who shows her support to so many in the blogging community. I'm excited to have her spotlighted on my blog today. Please welcome The Golden Eagle with a big virtual round of applause.

Bio:

The Golden Eagle is a teenage student, dancer, musician, lover of books, nerd, and of course, a writer; her favorite genre to read and to write is SF, though she'll happily type away at other kinds of stories, too. You can find her at thegoldeneaglesblog.blogspot.com, where she blogs about writing and life in general.

Flash fiction:

The wind was blowing hard that day, but the aero-racers didn’t care. If the breeze wanted to kick up a storm, then it would.
   Cynthia Harman strode with confidence across the field, even though the mask she had to wear was making her feel claustrophobic and the planet’s strange gases were turning everything purple. 
   So what if it was her first inter-space (she liked to think inter-galactic) competition? —She had the sleekest, fastest flier and she’d been training her mind and her body for more than a year and a half.
   “Ready, ‘Thia?” Kelly asked. She would be the one giving her information on her course throughout the race; Cynthia trusted her completely and that had paid off, as time and time again she’d come in first in smaller, planet-wide races.
   Cynthia hoisted herself up onto the Dragonfly, her craft, and activated her mike.
   “Ready, Kel.”
   “The race starts—“
   But before her partner could answer, headquarters signaled the racers.
   “Racers: Wind speeds are picking up and predicted to reach a maximum of 500 kmh. The judges have convened and decided that continuing the aero-race would accompany excessive risk—“
   Before the man could finish, Cynthia heard the boos of the other racers through the speaker in her ear. She did not add her own. Instead, she nudged the Dragonfly close to the launch point, hoping that the judges would take the contestants’ desire to race anyway into account.
   Shouts and arguments echoed in her ear, until it was five minutes after the race had originally been set to begin.
   Then, finally—
   “The judges have reconsidered. Racers, if you would line up and prepare your craft.”
   Having already done that, and triple-checked the Dragonfly’s status, Cynthia grinned.
   “Prepare for launch. Before you leave, another warning—wind speeds have reached 420 kmh, and are continuing their increase. Should a contestant wish to pull out, you need only send up a flare, which shall be detected and relayed immediately to standby personnel.
   “And now, let the race begin!” 
   A computer voice began to number the seconds.
   “Ten. Nine. Eight.”
   Seven. Six. Five, Cynthia thought.
   “Four. Three. Two.”
   “ONE!” she yelled, and slammed down on the controls.
   The Dragonfly took off from the launch point and spiraled through the clouds below.


37 comments:

  1. nice...would def like to read more...dfe impressed with you being a teenage writer...i used to write back then but let it go for about 15 years....so if it is a passion i def encourage you to keep after it...

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  2. I can never believe that GE is still a teenager. Great piece of fiction (as she always does). Well done!

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  3. If only I could have written like you at your age. If only I could write as well as you now. I enjoyed your story and my only complaint is that it is so short.

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    1. I'm happy to hear you enjoyed it! Who knows, maybe it will end up as a novel . . . it happened with another flash fiction piece I wrote.

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  4. It's wonderful to be on your blog! :)

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  5. Light years ahead of where I was as a writer at your age. You're probably even better than I am now!
    Good piece, Golden. But now I want to know what happens to those flyers in the wind.

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  6. Wow very impressive, especailly for a teenager, nicely done!

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  7. Gorgeous piece of flash fiction! I could honestly feel the anticipation in the countdown of those numbers.

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  8. Hi Josh!! Thanks for hosting the amazing Golden Eagle! She's super duper talented and just wonderful!! Totally loved the action in her flash story here - I think I joined in with shouting "ONE!"
    :-)

    Take care
    x

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    1. LOL. I think I shouted it, too, while I was writing. :)

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  9. I would love to take a ride in the Dragonfly. Great job, Eagle!

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    1. Thanks!

      If I ever run into Cynthia, I'll ask if you can hitch a ride. ;)

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    1. I don't know . . . but I might go back to this flash fiction in the future.

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  11. Beautiful piece of work! I loved it!

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  12. Great flash fiction! Sounds like a fun race!

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    1. Thanks. And yeah--I wouldn't mind participating in the race myself. :)

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  13. You wonder at what point does simulation become reality.

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    1. Sim--now there's an idea. I had been thinking of the situation as physically on a planet, but it could be interpreted that way. :)

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  14. I'll add my voice to the chorus demanding more - but then I don't think I've ever read a flash fiction piece by Golden Eagle that I didn't want more of :-)

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  15. Wow, a teenager, really? I'm impressed. I loved this flash piece. I want to know if she wins. What will the wind do to her racer? Great job.

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    1. Yup, teenager.

      I'm wondering that, too. :)

      Thanks!

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  16. Fantastic flash piece! I'm like Ciara - I want to know if she wins!

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