Welcome back, humans. It’s me, Fart-Fueled Flying Feline (Effing Feline for short), introducing another excerpt for the weekend writing warriors’ Eight Sentence Sunday.
In my sublime feline wisdom, I’ve chosen a selection from Mr. Valentine’s Alien Contact for Idiots, a near-future science fiction romance. No cats in this one, unfortunately, but try not to be too bored.
A duplicate of Vancouver Island has just appeared off the coast of Washington State, and the initial assumption is that aliens with unimaginable technology are to blame. In this excerpt our heroine, biologist Ell Harmon, becomes the first human from our world to step onto the impossible, alien island.
Trembling, she pulled off her headset and stepped outside. Underfoot lay common dirt and dead grass, overhead a familiar grey sky. And yet this was the most exotic—and tense—moment of her life.
Ell knew what to say. She’d rehearsed it in her daydreams. “That’s one small step for a woman,” she yelled over the helicopter’s roar, correcting Neil Armstrong’s accidental omission of the indefinite article, a. “One huge leap for mankind.”
If you’re counting, you’ve noticed that this is only seven sentences. That’s because I’m a cat, see, not a human, and us cats do not have to follow rules. The excerpt works better with seven sentences, so that’s all you getting. If you insist on eight sentences, sue me. Go ahead, I dare you–you’ll get a really choice sentence outa me!
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Until next time, meow. (That’s Italian-cat-talk for ciao.)
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