The room hummed with suppressed tension. People talking in hushed tones to each other and some on land-line phones. One of the doors opens and the room hushes everyone stands. A man in a suit walks in and seats himself at the head of the table. All but one person, at the other end of the table, sits. “Mr. President, Ladies and gentlemen, Todays emergency briefing is to summarize the events of the last six hours so that we, as a government, can begin developing an approach to deal with, ah, this. I turn over the briefing to Dr. Logan. He is on the NASA team that originally saw, when they believe, the cause.” The man nervously looks
Scene: Tracy Pickin' (Rubber Brush, already TF) by Jai-DeeW, literature
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Scene: Tracy Pickin' (Rubber Brush, already TF)
Bob heard a swear word echo around the corner. It wasn’t loud, not even too expressive. More like a by-product….
Bob walked slowly to the intersection of the halls and peeked around the corner and smiled. The Doc’s latest apprentice / lab assistant was busy crouched by one of the doors. It looked like her hands were all black, and she had jammed one of her fingers into the door knob, to the middle knuckle.
He watched her as she swore again, removed the one finger, which looked like a lockpick, and inserted her middle one. She stopped moving and un-hunched a bit, bob leaned back out of sight. After hearing a sigh and anothe
1st Draft: Tracy and Boot:Rubber Brush by Jai-DeeW, literature
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1st Draft: Tracy and Boot:Rubber Brush
Tracy walked into her apartment to find a stack of magazines on her coffee table in front of the two-seater -couch. She didn’t so much as sit and flop down into the couch, across both seats and land with her head on the well padded arm. She wasn’t tired, exactly, it was just… so…monotonous, cleaning up the various labs after Doc and Bob. She leaned over to grab the rubber-banded bundle of magazines, only just noting the sticky note on the front. “Tracy, Please use these magazines as inspiration to make yourself clothing using the Rubber Brush.”
Tracy frowned in thought, ‘make clothing with the brush
I am almost done with Page three of Tracy.RBClothes and I have had a realization that I must put down before it slips away.
The nature of the writer if TF fiction is that due to the content of the TF, we are pushing our characters into a movement that is growth related. Many of the authors I read here that write TFfiction, many by design, a few by accident, put their character into transformative situations to force growth of some kind. This growth can be literal, like the Venn machines, remote control, or other ‘device’ that causes external change where the character then is forced to re-evaluate and explore their new ‘s
First Draft: Tracy and Claws: Rubber Brush. by Jai-DeeW, literature
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First Draft: Tracy and Claws: Rubber Brush.
Note: Need to re-align the “rubber brush” stories with different set of character names than the ‘Realms‘ stories. Not sure which Tracy should stay in…
With bowl and brush in her hands she made her way to her room. Bob had finally ‘turned her loose’ to work with the brush on her own.
Tracy grinned with barely contained glee, she had SO many ideas. She rolled her eyes remembering Bob’s admonishment of only a minute ago, “If we don’t see you for a while, I’ll come around and undo what ever trouble you get yourself into.” A snort made it past her quiet laughter, Yeah rig
The room hummed with suppressed tension. People talking in hushed tones to each other and some on land-line phones. One of the doors opens and the room hushes everyone stands. A man in a suit walks in and seats himself at the head of the table. All but one person, at the other end of the table, sits. “Mr. President, Ladies and gentlemen, Todays emergency briefing is to summarize the events of the last six hours so that we, as a government, can begin developing an approach to deal with, ah, this. I turn over the briefing to Dr. Logan. He is on the NASA team that originally saw, when they believe, the cause.” The man nervously looks
Gene-Mod Universe - The beginning by Jai-DeeW, literature
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Gene-Mod Universe - The beginning
The main presentation hall of the Science Expo is abuzz with rumor and speculation. It's standing room only and the only reason the doors are closed is because the organizer of the expo was smart enough to install repeater screens across the whole Expo, and setup a direct feed to one of the Hotel's in-house channel’s next door.
Today is the day rumor would be confirmed or dispelled, dreams made possible or destroyed. Allot of hope floated around the crowd, many people in the room were not complete. Victims of war, accidents, or illness. Missing limbs, disfigured bodies. Yet everyone present had a smile, a spark in their eyes. A breathl
Newlyweds Tracy and Isaac settled into their seats on the semi-ballistic passenger plane along with the other 500 or so people headed to Europe. Tracy’s excitement for their honeymoon was dimmed a little by the method she was getting there. She looked at Isaac as he settled in and put the four-point harness around his torso. “Are you SURE we couldn’t take a slow skanky DC1500 to Europe?” she wheedled with a grin.
He knew it was far too late, that his wife was performing what she called her “wifely duties” by nagging him about impossible things. “Sure, how about you take the skanky flight, and I’
Tracey woke curled comfortably at the bottom of the pool. In the few months of practice this was the first time she had fallen asleep fully transformed into what she called ‘Rubber Chick’ mode. This time for her change practice it wasn’t about concentrating on the form and changing, she was learning how to manage multiple limbs.
She shifted a little, moving each of her eight sucker lined limbs, relishing in the feel of them sliding along, sticking herself to the pool floor, and maneuvering her body so she could look up out of the twenty-five foot deep Olympic sized pool. She had kept her arms and most of her torso but just
The room hummed with suppressed tension. People talking in hushed tones to each other and some on land-line phones. One of the doors opens and the room hushes everyone stands. A man in a suit walks in and seats himself at the head of the table. All but one person, at the other end of the table, sits. “Mr. President, Ladies and gentlemen, Todays emergency briefing is to summarize the events of the last six hours so that we, as a government, can begin developing an approach to deal with, ah, this. I turn over the briefing to Dr. Logan. He is on the NASA team that originally saw, when they believe, the cause.” The man nervously looks