Weekend Writing Warriors~ Proud and Terrified

April 5, 2015 by Alexis Duran

Welcome to another exciting episode of Weekend Writing Warriors! I’m inching my way, eight lines by eight lines, to the exciting conclusion of The Call To Adventure Chapter of my erotic space opera, From Mars, With Love. Last week, faced with having certain beloved body parts forcibly removed, our hero Eli took a wild gamble and made a break for it. Pandemonium ensued.

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The doors hissed open and a phalanx of guards charged in. Eli grabbed a confused asteroider and used him as a shield, avoiding the first blast of a generalized stun gun. Asteroiders as well as prisoners slumped to the ground and the shock wave seemed to have an ill effect on the crabs. Several started to spin and collide.

“For Chriton’s sake, don’t use the electric wave in here!” cried one of the guards. They too appeared confused. Eli had the distinct impression this had never happened to them before. He felt proud as well as terrified as he snatched a syringe hose and plunged it into the chest of an onrushing guard. He picked up the guard’s dropped weapon as he climbed over the body.

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Fun with guns (in space)

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This post is part of an ongoing blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. Every Sunday, participating authors post eight sentences from a published work or perhaps their current work in progress. Then we hop to our fellow warriors’ blogs and check out all the fabulous fiction that’s happening! I heartily invite you to participate as a reader, writer, or both. It’s a great way to discover your next favorite book. Click here or use the address: http://www.wewriwa.com

Weekend Writing Warriors ~ Beneath The Jumpsuit

February 15, 2015 by Alexis Duran

Welcome to this week’s edition of Weekend Writing Warriors. While it might be another fog-enshrouded winter day here in the Pacific Northwest, on Mars, the sun is always shining. Unfortunately for Eli, he’s not there yet, and might never be. The slave ship that abducted him is setting its coordinates for Titan, notorious for flaunting the inner-system anti-slavery laws. In case you haven’t guessed, I’m continuing with my space opera in progress, From Mars, With Love. Things go from bad to really bad when Eli sees who his captors are and what they have planned for their prisoners.

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Asteroiders were rarely seen on Earth, especially at ground level. They’d been developed in the asteroid belt beyond Mars and were a most reviled class of altered human; most of them were more artificial than flesh. The one that moved closest to Eli had a neck and forearms made of black rubber tubes twining around coiled copper muscles. What went on beneath the jumpsuit was anyone’s guess. His fleshy human fingers tapped at a wisepad as he scanned each prisoner in turn and made disparaging remarks to the security bot about their potential value. “Bottom of the barrel sweep, if you ask me. I hope the captain didn’t shell out full credits for this lot.”

A human voice crackled out of the hovering bot, “Hardly seems worth the trip, but some alterations while they’re in stasis might help.”

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Farscape improved dramatically when Crichton ditched his white jumpsuit.

My Sexy Saturday ~ Together. On Purpose.

February 14, 2015 by Alexis Duran

Welcome to my surly little corner of My Sexy Saturday’s Valentine’s Day Blog Hop. I’ve never been much into this holiday, but that won’t stop me from playing along. To get your V-Day off to a rousing start, click the link and continue the hop. I’m sure lots of the other writers will be doing our Valentine’s Day theme up right. I however, relate to Eli, the MC in my space opera, From Mars, With Love. He’s not much into intimacy, and hasn’t had much luck with love. When tall, dark and mysterious intergalactic entrepeneur Zane Ravenna takes more than a sexual interest in him, he finds it a little hard to swallow.

Zane speaks first.

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“You really never heard of V-Day on the ground?” For the first time since Eli had met him, Zane looked the slightest bit uncomfortable. “It’s a holiday set aside for the celebration of romantic love.”

“So what’s that got to do with us?” Eli asked, still feeling petulant about the groundling comment.

Zane moved in close enough to tickle Eli’s ear with his breath and send those annoying electric currents shooting beneath his skin. “I thought that since we’re lovers now—”

“Is that we’re calling it?” Now it was Eli’s turn to feel uncomfortable. The sudden rush of heat to his face made his bad mood worse.

“That’s what I’m calling it. I thought we could do something. Together. On purpose.”

“To celebrate that we’re finally fucking?”

Zane sighed and rolled his eyes toward the ceiling. “I want to show you my ship.”

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Weekend Writing Warriors ~ Good-bye Earth

January 25, 2015 by Alexis Duran

Hello and welcome to another episode of Weekend Writing Warriors. I’m up to my eyeballs in edits, so I’ll cut to the chase and tell you that I’m continuing with my space opera in progress, From Mars, With Love. I’ve jumped ahead a bit. Eli has yet to come up with a plan to escape from a ship in space, so he has some time to reflect.

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Eli had harbored a deep and stupid desire to be a pilot ever since he’d first seen a Lunar Freighter launch out of Manhattan Harbor. The sight had made him aware of the limitless possibilities of space half a second before he realized a dump rat like himself had zero chance of making it onto the crew of a space ship, much less piloting one. He found it grimly amusing that his one shot at traveling beyond Earth came from being slave fodder.

Space travel turned out to be less enjoyable than he’d imagined. As soon as the shuttle docked the Cruiser dropped away from the gravity well of the huge sweeping vessel and they freefell into clear space. His stomach tried to crawl out of his ears and his blood didn’t know which way to flow. Then the thrusters kicked in and they got pressed down like grass under a boot and off they went into pre-sling launch mode. Eli said a mental goodbye to his mate Rilke and wondered if he’d ever see him or Earth again.

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So I’d thought I’d change things up and post a photo of guy with sword instead of a pew-pew gun. Flash!

Weekend Writing Warriors- Hair-Brained Schemes

January 18, 2015 by Alexis Duran

Welcome to another round of Weekend Writing Warriors– the hop where awesome, fearless writers take on the world of their imaginations, eight lines at a time. I’m going to keep going with my Space Opera in-progress, From Mars, With Love for a few more weeks. Last week Eli decided being a sex slave (or any kind of slave, for that matter) wasn’t on his bucket list, so he desperately started thinking on how to escape the transfer shuttle. One of his fellow abductees in an altered human called a Moon Unit in Earth slang.

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The Moon Unit glared at Eli with an almost imperceptible shake of her head and looked away. Did she know what he was thinking? One could never be sure with Altereds how empathic or telepathic they might be.

Moon Units were the oldest of the Altereds, their mutations dating back to the earliest colonization of Earth’s Moon, when budgets and technology were strained. The Lunar Laborers were engineered to fit into compact tunnels, their skin smooth and plasticized to protect them from harsh environmental conditions. They evolved to be strong, dense and flexible, taking advantage of the scant gravity while not being susceptible to bone loss. Despite her apparent hostility Eli tried to take a seat beside her on the long metal bench that lined the shuttle but a dumb-bot guard grabbed him roughly by the shoulder, shoved him into a seat and drew down a locking bar as if they were going for a ride on a roller coaster.

Everybody got locked down the same way and Eli had more time to fume and plot then he would’ve liked – hair-brained schemes suffered from overthinking.

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Hot guys with pew-pew guns, a glimpse of silver bikini in the background- is it any wonder my imagination is so warped? (Chekov was my favorite).

Weekend Writing Warriors~ Moon Unit

January 11, 2015 by Alexis Duran

Hello and welcome to another round of Weekend Writing Warriors. I’m continuing with my Space Opera in progress, From Mars, With Love. It’s such a kick to write, all fiction should be this much fun. Last week poor Eli was separated from his pal Rilke after they’d both gotten nabbed by slavers. Eli’s not taking the unfortunate career change well.

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Anger rose in Eli’s throat like bile. Too bad it was way too late to complain to his congressman about the crass slaving violations of the sweepers. A feeling of deep-seated rebellion swelled in his bones. He set his jaw and considered escape. Escaping in deep space was useless so if he were going to do something, he’d have to do it fast. He examined his fellow future sex slaves for likely compatriots in a reckless and doomed attempt to scuttle the shuttle. An obsidian-skinned Moon Unit by his side looked too fast to be true and he thought she’d make an excellent recruit for any plot. He stared at her until eye contact was made.

Anyone else have a crush on Buck Rogers/Gil Gerard back in the day?

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If you’re cruising for bigger bites of fiction or you’re suffering from a post-Christmas funk, I’ve posted two holiday stories on this blog; The Wrong Elf Flash Version and The Longest Night featuring Axel and Liam from To Catch A Threeve. Enjoy!