In Dreams of Trees : This Is How The World Ends

Wordcount: 190
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for Very Unpleasant Mental Images
Summary: And now all the Blue/Red shippers will officially hate Gray. Woe.

NOTE: This is a very rough draft with no editing at all (per National Novel Wiriting Month rules) and is presented for amusement value only. Think of it as a periscope into my writing process rather than a coherent story!

There will most likely be spelling and grammatical errors afoot as well as flat out bad writing, info dumps, plot holes, contradictions/retcons, uneven characterization and pacing. These snippits are also posted out of order, so please refer to the Outline to figure out where it’s supposed to fit.


This Is How The World Ends

Gray can feel the City buck and tremble, code fighting with code as she tears he way through the logic chains that bind her. They are remaking the City in their own image and it’s as painful a birth as there has ever been.

“Blue,” she snaps and he turns to her, eyes filled with despair and the death of hope.

The city bucks again, they stumble and Blue curses her in a language she can’t understand and then thrusts both hands into the walls of the City.

The melt around him like water and he pushes his way in, struggling, flinching as Atlantis sinks her feeds into his arms, sending rivers of silver burrowing under his skin and up.

Gray can’t watch, but she can’t look away as the city latches onto Blue. Listening to his screams and the horrible wrongness of the infection as it floods into him.

And when the silver reaches his head the screaming stops.

And the city stops too.

There is a dead unnatural silence to everything, to the air, to the ground, to the whole of existence as the City and Blue talked.

Martha Bechtel

My name is Martha Bechtel and I write fantasy and science fiction stories, paint small model horses silly colors, cast resin and plaster magnets, code random code (and Wordpress plugins)... Come on in and join in the fun!

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