Penny Higgins - Storyteller • Artist • Scientist
Combining Science and Joyful Creativity
A rush of emotions hit me. V’x cried out and jumped back. Then silence.
V’x cowered out of reach in the back of her cage. The greys were leaving.
“Wait!” I shouted. “Where are you going?”
One looked back over its shoulder as it passed through the door, then they were gone.Continue reading “Stink Bug – Chapter 33”
The greys conferred. V’x trilled to herself. I laid back and waited. My shoulder was killing me. I wanted to ask about it, but I waited. They had to let V’x out.
‘It is never our intent to hurt these creatures,’ a grey said finally. ‘We try to help.’
‘We fail,’ said another.
I groaned from the pain. “You can make it right.”
‘There is no way. We cannot communicate this way.’
“I find it hard to believe that you’d just give up,” I muttered.Continue reading “Stink Bug – Chapter 32”
The greys were very upset. V’x was terrified. I was stuck in the middle, translating for two alien species with whom I had little in common.
“Please. We should talk. You have questions. She has questions. I have questions,” I said.
The greys grew silent. Their attention was on me.Continue reading “Stink Bug – Chapter 31”
***November is National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo for short.***
The goal of NaNoWriMo is to write a 50,000 word novel in one month. Yes, it can be done. Right now, my novel is my focus, and Stink Bug Saturdays have suffered for it.
So, I’ve decided that today I ought to share a scene from the novel I’m working on for NaNoWriMo. This is unrevised text, so, yes, there’s likely to be typos.
This is the second book in the Herongarde trilogy. I’m optimistic that I will have a complete first draft for the second novel by the end of the month.
This scene features Queen Tessa, the mother of Trey, and wife of King Anthony. She is in no way pleased at how Anthony has treated Hanna, and is happy to express her displeasure in front of Anthony’s elite guard.Continue reading “Tessa’s Scolding”
When I awoke again, I was determined to have a look around. The greys (which I called them for lack of a better word) seemed to want to help me, but I couldn’t help but think they meant to keep me prisoner. Plus, I was worried about V’x. She wasn’t a vicious animal, as the greys thought. She was a good… person. And I cared about her.Continue reading “Stink Bug – Chapter 30”
November is National Novel Writing month, or NaNoWriMo for short. It’s a global challenge to write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days.
It can be done. I’ve done it three times already. I’ll be trying again this month. But don’t expect to hear much from me during November. I’ll be writing during every spare moment.Continue reading “November is NaNoWriMo -or- Why I Won’t Respond to Your Text”
The greys were baffled, as was I. How could they not understand talking?
‘We do not communicate this way,’ the grey said. ‘This thing that you call talking.’Continue reading “Stink Bug – Chapter 29”
The light was still blaring down above me when I woke. I strained to hear any sounds over the ambient buzzing that I assumed was from the light. I heard a sigh from the cage. The Vr’ak’l was still there. I rolled my head toward the sound and was surprised to find that I could move.Continue reading “Stink Bug – Chapter 28”
Next month is National Novel Writing Month or NaNoWriMo for short, in which the goal is to write a 50,000 word novel in one month. The story I’m writing this November has a working title of “Park People.” It’s a science fiction thriller. I’ve never written a thriller before. So far it’s been an interesting process.
Right now, I’m working on outlining the plot and developing the necessary characters. For fun, I thought I might write up some background research, needed to make the story work right. Here’s how I’ve set the stage:Continue reading “Setting the Stage: Global Warming and a Bolide Impact”
A bright white light shown down on me when I awoke. I stared at it for a while. I was on a bed, that much I could tell. I tried to turn my head, but something held it in place. I could move my fingers. At least, I thought I could move my fingers. My arms and legs felt leaden, and I couldn’t lift them at all.Continue reading “Stink Bug – Chapter 27”
Penny Higgins - Storyteller • Artist • Scientist