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Time is Money
15 years ago
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Cross-posted from LiveJournal again because nobody ever reads my LJ
So I can't sleep tonight, nothing unusual about that since I frequently can't sleep at night.
I was listening to more episodes of Unsheathed (Up to #32, almost caught up!) and I felt a little inspired. I had thought up before of a cheetah businessman character with a cellphone weapon. Like a cellphone that could be used as an impromptu beam sword or fire energy blasts and whatnot. When I came up with it I was trying to think up unique weapons. I never took it any farther than simply playing around with the idea in my head for a moment now and again, but I decided to actually type out a short scene as a writing exercise. This is the first time I'm written any type of story stuff in more years than I care to count, but I don't think it's too terrible.
It's just a quick first draft anyway so not much can be expected of it. It's called "Time is Money" and even though it's just a brief scene and not a full story I was just wondering what feedback, if any, anybody would like to offer. It's only a very small step towards furry writing, but a step nonetheless, and I would like to thank
km_hirosaki and 
kyell for indirectly helping me with actually making time to write a little. Keep up the good work with your podcast, and I hope it continues to help not only me but anyone interested in writing. :D
Time is Money
by Khren Phyros
“Fork over all yer cash! I know you's business types are loaded.”
The suit-clad cheetah slowly turned to see a gruff looking coyote holding a gun with an equally unscrupulous looking skunk alongside him. With an almost annoyed look the cheetah businessman raised his paws while clutching his cellphone in one and his wallet in the other. As his muggers approached to relieve him of his money he pressed a small button on the side of his phone and muttered “I don't have time for this.”
With a deft paw he suddenly flipped open and slashed downward with his phone as if it were a sword. The mugger didn't even notice what had happened until it was too late. From the top of the phone a burst of energy had been emitted as he slashed with it; a burst which might as well have been an actual sword with how cleanly it had sliced through the canid. Blood trickled from his mouth as the light went out in his eyes and he fell in two pieces to the ground. Holding his pose the cheetah flipped closed his phone and held down a different button as the skunk staggered backwards.
“Holy shit! I'm sorry! You can keep your money! I'm sorry!” he shouted as he panicked. “I'm sorry as well because you've wasted my time and, as they say, 'Time is money'.” the well dressed cat said with a bitter tone in his voice as he then raised up the phone to the skunk and released the button. A beam of energy shot out and drilled a hole straight through his skull and the would-be robber fell to the ground with a dull thud; blood starting to pool beneath his corpse.
With a sigh the cheetah reopened his cellphone and dialed somebody's number. “Hello, Benjamin? This is John. I'm sorry, but I'm going to be running a little late for our meeting.”
So I can't sleep tonight, nothing unusual about that since I frequently can't sleep at night.
I was listening to more episodes of Unsheathed (Up to #32, almost caught up!) and I felt a little inspired. I had thought up before of a cheetah businessman character with a cellphone weapon. Like a cellphone that could be used as an impromptu beam sword or fire energy blasts and whatnot. When I came up with it I was trying to think up unique weapons. I never took it any farther than simply playing around with the idea in my head for a moment now and again, but I decided to actually type out a short scene as a writing exercise. This is the first time I'm written any type of story stuff in more years than I care to count, but I don't think it's too terrible.
It's just a quick first draft anyway so not much can be expected of it. It's called "Time is Money" and even though it's just a brief scene and not a full story I was just wondering what feedback, if any, anybody would like to offer. It's only a very small step towards furry writing, but a step nonetheless, and I would like to thank
km_hirosaki and 
kyell for indirectly helping me with actually making time to write a little. Keep up the good work with your podcast, and I hope it continues to help not only me but anyone interested in writing. :DTime is Money
by Khren Phyros
“Fork over all yer cash! I know you's business types are loaded.”
The suit-clad cheetah slowly turned to see a gruff looking coyote holding a gun with an equally unscrupulous looking skunk alongside him. With an almost annoyed look the cheetah businessman raised his paws while clutching his cellphone in one and his wallet in the other. As his muggers approached to relieve him of his money he pressed a small button on the side of his phone and muttered “I don't have time for this.”
With a deft paw he suddenly flipped open and slashed downward with his phone as if it were a sword. The mugger didn't even notice what had happened until it was too late. From the top of the phone a burst of energy had been emitted as he slashed with it; a burst which might as well have been an actual sword with how cleanly it had sliced through the canid. Blood trickled from his mouth as the light went out in his eyes and he fell in two pieces to the ground. Holding his pose the cheetah flipped closed his phone and held down a different button as the skunk staggered backwards.
“Holy shit! I'm sorry! You can keep your money! I'm sorry!” he shouted as he panicked. “I'm sorry as well because you've wasted my time and, as they say, 'Time is money'.” the well dressed cat said with a bitter tone in his voice as he then raised up the phone to the skunk and released the button. A beam of energy shot out and drilled a hole straight through his skull and the would-be robber fell to the ground with a dull thud; blood starting to pool beneath his corpse.
With a sigh the cheetah reopened his cellphone and dialed somebody's number. “Hello, Benjamin? This is John. I'm sorry, but I'm going to be running a little late for our meeting.”
