
I almost wish I had more room to develop this story-ette, but there wasn't room unless I wanted to wrap the text around her outstretched arm, and at that point I figured I'd probably said enough. To go further, and try to answer questions like, who was she playing with, why would she risk such stakes, or how was it she didn't know those were the stakes, might stretch credulity a little too far. (Then again, wouldn't you like to know exactly what she does say as a toy, when her ring is pulled?) Well... there's always another time...
The drawing is a reverse of another drawing, posted as "Neutronic Terrie" in the main Gallery. But for once it's not traced on the back. It's traced (and was altered) on another sheet of paper entirely.
The drawing is a reverse of another drawing, posted as "Neutronic Terrie" in the main Gallery. But for once it's not traced on the back. It's traced (and was altered) on another sheet of paper entirely.
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For some time now I've had a story idea that I haven't yet managed to complete. Basically the main character is put on display as a statue in a town square, but comes back to life some time later when something disrupts the spell. Fortunately it's the middle of the night so nobody's about, but once she gets her bearings she realises sh'll have to steal some clothes and money, and then try to work her way back home. A few days later she overhears some people talking about some clothes being robbed on the same night that the statue disappeared. "Maybe the statue came to life and stole the clothes," she says. "Yeah, right," they laugh. "Good one."
"Those crazy college students and their practical jokes..."
How about this notion: a woman hires herself out to be a statue by contract. She signs on for a year or five or ten, and gets paid something like $10,000 a year. Its low for a salary, but after a decade its nothing to sneeze at. And since you don't know what's going on around you while "earning" your money, it's like going to sleep and waking up a moment later, $100,000 richer! Of course, everything seems to change so damn fast around her, that it gets disconcerting. Frankie Valle one day, Pink Floyd the next, and then Marylon Manson. What next? Then she gets handed the Big One. $1,000,000 for a full century. Does she dare sign, or will she awaken to a post-atomic war collapse, or someting so strange as to be incomprehensible?
How about this notion: a woman hires herself out to be a statue by contract. She signs on for a year or five or ten, and gets paid something like $10,000 a year. Its low for a salary, but after a decade its nothing to sneeze at. And since you don't know what's going on around you while "earning" your money, it's like going to sleep and waking up a moment later, $100,000 richer! Of course, everything seems to change so damn fast around her, that it gets disconcerting. Frankie Valle one day, Pink Floyd the next, and then Marylon Manson. What next? Then she gets handed the Big One. $1,000,000 for a full century. Does she dare sign, or will she awaken to a post-atomic war collapse, or someting so strange as to be incomprehensible?
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