WIPpet Wednesday: Bigger Problems

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date. It is hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys!

I was camping with my kids last weekend, and didn’t get around to visit everyone. I hope to make up for that this week!

I’m continuing with snippets from my Story A Day May Challenge: Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction exploring the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip, in a project titled (at least for now) The IDIC Romance.

Disclaimer: T’Pol, Trip, and all the rest of Star Trek are property of CBS/Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful!

Story a Day is just that- a story every day in May. To make the challenge more interesting for myself, I used all of the prompts offered throughout the month. The stories are sequential, with various tones, POVs, and voices.

For those keeping track:

This is the third installment of Story #4, “Tigress T’Pol” . The prompt was to write a story of exactly 2000 words. An additional guest prompt from Heidi Durrow invited us to explore passion in this story. Hopefully, you’ll see the passion as we go along!

How about a different view of Jolene Blalock -and a hint as to why poor Trip is so addled?

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is July 23, 2014.
  • 23 sentences, for the day.

This snippet is told from Trip’s point of view and follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, Little Miss Logical. Trip and T’Pol are on Rigel 10, searching for the wounded Klingon who was abducted from Enterprise. T’Pol seems to think she’s in charge, and Trip is growing resentful, which doesn’t do anything to defuse his growing desire for his Vulcan companion, who seems utterly oblivious to his emotional turmoil…and then things start to get interesting.

This is an add-on scene for the pilot episode: “Broken Bow Part 1”. Ive done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon.

Come on, Trip, get a grip – you’ve gotta stop staring at her and wondering about her mating protocols, as if she’s ever gonna share them with the likes of you.” It made me mad to think that just being human was enough, apparently, to eliminate me from her precious gene pool – nope, she obviously had no use for half-human, inferior offspring whose feeble minds weren’t up to playing with toys ‘more sophisticated than Enterprise’s sensors’.

Being mad at her was safer than wanting her. I didn’t need her bossing me around; I’d done pretty well for myself, and I’d never needed a Vulcan nursemaid, before now. I half-ran to catch up, dodging aliens of all shapes and size, and grabbed her shoulder, the way she had mine, trying to spin her around to face me. “Who the hell said you were in charge here?”

T’Pol slipped out from under my hand as though it was just so much more air, and kept walking without even bothering to look at me.

I’ve had more than enough of your damned Vulcan superiority,” I snarled, and stomped off in the opposite direction, as if I had some idea where the hell I was going or what I was going to do to find a wounded Klingon.

“Commander.” Her voice was sharp as a gator’s teeth, snapping at my conscience. I kept on going – I’d be damned if I was going to let her know that she was getting to me. “Commander Tucker -“

“Shut up!” Yeah, real adult, Trip. Maybe she had a point with that ‘impulsive carnivores’ line of hers – I sure as hell wasn’t doing anything to prove her wrong.

“Trip!”

It was closer to a yell than I’d ever heard from a Vulcan – and now it was Trip, not Commander Tucker.

I turned back to tell her not to bother calling me by my nickname, but T’Pol was facing off against three circling Suliban. Something slammed hard into my back, and I ducked and rolled instinctively, my weapon sailing away into the shadows as another Suliban jumped me.

I got in a couple of solid licks, but my fists bounced off him, like he was made of rubber instead of flesh. Before I could come up with a better plan, he leapt over my head and yanked my arms painfully behind me.

My captor wrenched me around to where more Suliban milled around a pivoting figure – T’Pol was tiny in the midst of them. I noticed that none of them seemed eager to get too close to her, though, and there were two more down on the ground, not moving. “Watch, puny Hu-man,” he hissed into my ear. “This Vulcan woman fights better than you!”

And let’s even things out with a Connor Trinneer interview…just in case you need to hear Trip’s voice in your head. Look for the on-set interview on the playlist.

Can T’Pol escape the Suliban? Will she try to rescue Trip? Why are the Suliban attacking them in the first place? How will this affect their mission? And will Trip ever get the chance to satisfy his curiosity about Vulcan mating protocols?

You guessed it – you can watch the episode, or come back next week for another WIPpet snippet!

Story A Day excerpt and commentary…

Full original version of the story…

These posts are the seeds of a project that will germinate over the next months, so input is especially valuable. Already, new stories are weaving themselves into the fabric. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my phase pistol on stun ..for the most part.

And, because I love it, and because it’s got bits of Rigel 10 in the beginning, and hints of things yet to come…

WIPpet Wednesday: Little Miss Logical

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date. It is hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys!

This month, I’m participating in CampNaNoWriMo. I’ve exceeded my word count goal and finished drafting one WIP, The Stars are Fire. I’m past the halfway point of Perchance to Dream. Neither of these are ready for public consumption, yet, so…

I’m continuing with snippets from my Story A Day May Challenge: Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction exploring the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip, in a project titled (at last for now) The IDIC Romance.

Disclaimer: T’Pol, Trip, and all the rest of Star Trek are property of CBS/Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful!

Story a Day is just that- a story every day in May. To make the challenge more interesting for myself, I used all of the prompts offered throughout the month. The stories are sequential, with various tones, POVs, and voices.

For those keeping track:

This is the first installment of Story #4, “Tigress T’Pol” . The prompt was to write a story of exactly 2000 words. An additional guest prompt from Heidi Durrow invited us to explore passion in this story. If I got it right, you’ll see the passion as we go along!

WIPpet Math:

  • Today is July 16, 2014.
  • 16 sentences, for the day.

This snippet is told from Trip’s point of view and follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, “A Taste of Sole?”. Trip and T’Pol are on Rigel 10, searching for the wounded Klingon who was abducted from Enterprise. Torn between attraction and dislike for his companion, Trip’s feeling just a bit put-upon.

This is an add-on scene for the pilot episode: “Broken Bow Part 1”. I’ve done my best to extrapolate without violating series canon.

The review starts at about 4:45.

It was enough to make me want to pull my hair out – or grab her and kiss her until she admitted that she’d felt something in that club, and when she first saw me on Enterprise, too. But the Cap’n said we were supposed to ‘extend her every courtesy’, and Little Miss Logical damned sure didn’t seem like the type who’d take being kissed half senseless as ‘couteous’. She’d probably issue a formal complaint in that damned disapproving voice of hers. Maybe the Cap’n would leave me on this grimy space station, and my big adventure would be over before it really got started.

I wanted to rub my shoulder, but I would be damned if I’d let her see that she’d hurt me when she pulled me away from that door before I could investigate the screaming, struggling shadows behind it. T’Pol looked delicate, but her grip was powerful enough that she’d moved me forcibly. Was it just wishful thinking that she kept her hand lightly on my shoulder for a second or two longer than she needed to make sure I wouldn’t bolt when she let go? Her, “keep your human nose outta other people’s business” speech was pointed, but polite – maybe there was hope for her, yet.

The Subcommander moved as though nothing here could possibly faze her through the tangle of beings and merchandise- I had no names for most of them – and the steam-belching pipes that seem to be everywhere. I’d have to really hustle to keep up with her, but I wasn’t about to let her know that, so I was left a little behind – a bumpkin in the big city for the very first time.

I tried not to notice how T’Pol looked in that long, curve-hugging jacket she’d thrown on over her curve-hugging uniform; it could be a long mission if she didn’t have something less flattering in her wardrobe. I pretended not to be staring at the way her hips swayed, or the way she carried herself – back straight but relaxed, walking lightly on the balls of her feet, head up and turning a little as she scanned to either side – she looked like a very sexy ninja, or maybe a Florida panther on the prowl – beautiful, mysterious, and more than a little bit dangerous.

Trying to ignore the obvious fact that she was every bit as desirable as she’d been a year ago only made me more aware of it, and, dammit, my body was responding in a way that was predictable and downright embarrassing. I didn’t have to guess she wouldn’t take that the way I meant it; she didn’t seem to have a clue how sensually gorgeous she was by human standards.

But maybe sensuality didn’t matter, to T’Pol – hell, the Vulcans probably even had a protocol for how to make their little pointy-eared Vulcan babies, and I’d just bet their tykes never dared to cry or fill a diaper or stick their fingers anywhere that wasn’t logical.

Is Trip getting ready to taste his boot again – or maybe T’Pol’s? Will he ever find out how Vulcans make more Vulcans? Will T’Pol ever stop acting like she’s in command, and he’s the kid she’s babysitting? And, well, will they find the Klingon, or more trouble, instead?

You guessed it – you can watch the episode, or come back next week for another WIPpet snippet!

Story A Day excerpt and commentary…

Full original version of the story…

These posts are the seeds of a project that will germinate over the next months, so input is especially valuable. Already, new stories are weaving themselves into the fabric. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my phase pistol on stun ..for the most part.

 

WIPpet Wednesday: Disparate Bindings; Tangled Pulls

 

Are you ready to WIPpet?!

Are you ready to WIPpet?!

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date. It is hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel,maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys!

It’s July, and July is an emotionally slippery month for me. It holds birthdays, death anniversaries, and the entire lifetime of our second child. It’s bisected by a much-anticipated annual out-of-state gathering, Unschoolers Rock the Campground.

I’ll be riding the waves this month. I’m also participating in CampNaNoWriMo. I’ll finish my current WIP, The Stars are Fire, and add more words to another, Perchance to Dream.

Since both of these are ragged and extremely rough, I’m going to continue with snippets from my Story A Day May Challenge: Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction exploring the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip, in a project titled The IDIC Romance.

Disclaimer: T’Pol,  Trip, and all the rest of Star Trek are property of Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful!

A bit about the challenge:

Story a Day is just that- a story every day in May. To make the challenge more interesting for myself, I used all of the prompts offered, throughout the month.

The stories are sequential, with various tones, POVs, and voices, due to the particular prompts that were in play during the writing.

For those keeping track:

  • This is the final installment of Story #3, Vermilion Threads . The prompt was to write a story of about 640 words. An additional guest post was to use the words “vermilion” and “musky” (both used in previous WIPpets). “musky” (both used in previous WIPpets).

WIPpet Math:

Today is July 2, 2014.

Today’s math…

  • 14 sentences, for the last two digits of the year. Yup, that simple! =D

This snippet is the aftermath of T’Pol’s meditation on her first hours of compulsory duty aboard the human starship Enterprise in the pilot episode:Broken Bow Part 1. It follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet,Trip, Stumble, and T’Pol.

 

I opened my eyes, considering the flame, and my fingers reached again to hover over the thread. Only now did I realize that Trip - Commander Tucker – had not intended an intimate gesture, but only to shake my hand in the manner of a human greeting. Although I knew I couldn’t return it, Awakened to him as I was, I allowed a moment of remorse that I hadn’t found some way to acknowledge his welcoming ritual, especially since there had been some element of challenge in it, something that spoke to those moments when our souls had communed with the surging music.

My own fingers, the restless indicators of my own inappropriate longing for him, danced away from the token of my bondage to Vulcan, to the PADD. I traced the vermilion piping on Trip’s uniform with paired, trembling fingers, then dared to caress his image’s face. I longed to sample the texture of his human skin; to feel the interplay of his muscles as they shifted in what seemed to be an endless dance, conveying emotions I didn’t have enough data to identify or comprehend.

I drew a deep breath, staring into those intensely blue eyes- the color of Earth’s sky on a sunny day – and imagined, for an uncontrolled moment, that he was here, in this room, meeting my gaze and accepting my touch.

I was intended to marry Koss, but I was Awakened to Trip. There was no logic in deluding myself – about the realities of the situation, or my own emotional agitation. They were as real as the strange scent of my new quarters, the too-chill temperature, the too-yellow quality of the ambient lighting, the unaccustomed vibrations of the humans’ primitive Warp 5 engine, the prototype of which they were so unaccountably and unabashedly proud.

I knew what my world demanded of me, and why. There was a logic to it that was a part of me, that had been whispered into my ear, as an infant: “The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few – or the one.” But now I looked at Trip’s image, and the thread Soval had given me, and I asked myself a question I knew ran counter to what it meant to be Vulcan.

Do I wish to honor my obligations to my family and my homeworld, or surrender myself to the pull of this human on my soul?”

What will T’Pol decide? What is Trip‘s reaction to T’Pol’s presence on Enterprise? Will this assignment change the course of both of their lives?

Yup, you guessed it…you’ll need to either read below, watch the series, or wait for next week, to learn more, from Trip’s point of view.

 

Story A Day commentary…

Full version of the story…

These posts are the seeds of a project that will germinate over the next months, so input is especially valuable. Already, new stories are weaving themselves into the fabric. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my phase pistol on stun ..for the most part.

Want more WIPpets?

I’ve kinda left poor Captain Archer out of these stories, thus far, but someone made this nifty video…

 

WIPpet Wednesday: Trip, Stumble, and T’Pol

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday -K.L. Schwengel’s weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.

I’ve spent most of the last week writing. Tens of thousands of words of my current WIP, The Stars are Fire. It’s ragged and extremely rough, so I won’t be inflicting it on you yet. You’re most welcome. =)

Instead, this snippet comes from my Story A Day May Challenge: Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction exploring the interspecies relationship of T’Pol and Trip, in a project titled The IDIC Romance.

Disclaimer: T’Pol and Trip , and all the rest of Star Trekare property of Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful!

A bit about the challenge:

Story a Day is just that- a story every day in May. To make the challenge more interesting for myself, I used all of the prompts offered, throughout the month.The stories are sequential, they will have various tones, POVs, and voices, due to the particular prompts that were in play during the writing.

For those keeping track:

  • Installment #4 of Story #3, Vermilion Threads. The prompt was to write a story of about 640 words. An additional guest post was use the words “vermilion” and “musky” (that one’s in this WIPpet).

WIPpet Math:

Today is June 25, 2014

  • 25 sentences, for the date.

This snippet is a memory-fragment T’Pol experienceduring meditation shortly after she reports for compulsory duty aboard the human starship Enterprise in the pilot episode: Broken Bow Part 1.It follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, “Breathless”. The beginning of this clip shows the scene that inspired this WIPpet.

I drew a deep breath, held it until I could control my autonomic response, and nodded. Soval studied me for a wordless moment, his face revealing nothing but alertness. I held myself still under his regard, wondering whether I wished him to conclude that I was in fact unsuitable for this assignment.

“Although the service is compulsory, Subcommander T’Pol, you still honor Vulcan in your willingness to accept this challenge. You are at liberty for the remainder of the day, so that you may attend to your affairs, and tend to your meditation.”

I said nothing else. It would be illogical; it was not that I didn’t trust my composure to hold if I spoke.

Then came a grueling series of preparations – I allowed those memories to pass quickly, until the moment I was ready to step aboard the courier, and Soval offered me a small box.

“To remind you that, although you are traveling with humans, you are still bound indelibly to your own people.”

I took the box, opened it, and found the skein of vermilion thread.

And then I stood at the door to Captain Archer’s office – his Ready Room, according to the very young human Ensign who had directed me here. I heard two male voices, the words indistinct – but there was no mistaking his intonations, or my Awakened, yearning response. I was aware of Trip, as I entered; my eyes shifted to the precise place where he was before I could control the action. My senses were fully engaged, my mind alight with searing, quivering arousal. Trip looked back at me with a human expression that might be shock, or disbelief, or any number of other things I could not decipher- but I was certain that he knew me as I knew him. Commander Tucker, I admonished myself – I must not think of him as Trip, as the man I had yearned for since that chance, forbidden encounter fourteen months, two weeks, and six days ago.

I had postponed using the prescribed nasal numbing agent, so that I could learn from his scent what only my olfactory sense could tell me. His pungent human odor was spiked with musky overtones, and my own pheremones released in involuntary response. I turned to the Captain, and attempted to still my instinctive reaction.

The animal upon the floor – a small, large-eared canid – provided an outlet; that was fortunate, since my control had already slipped unacceptably and quite noticeably, making me react discourteously. I focused my attention on the creature, allowing the assumption that its natural odor was offensive to me – and Captain Archer apologized, remarking upon the olfactory sensitivity of Vulcan females.

“I took a shower this morning, How ‘bout you, Cap’n?”

All my efforts at control were as nothing, to the smile I could hear in his voice – how could I hear any such thing? The captain belatedly made introductions, and I was forced by courtesy to turn to face him. Trip Tucker rose, extended his arm to me, hand open, in a blatant offer to touch that would only be shared by sexual partners, on Vulcan. “Trip. I’m called Trip.”

“I’ll try to remember that.” I only resisted the impulse to heedlessly take hold of that hand, recklessly give myself to what would follow, by turning away and clutching my quivering hands behind me.

Will T’Pol be able to maintain control in the face of her attraction for Trip? How will Trip react to being spurned? Will the mission be a success, or a disaster?

Yup, you guessed it…you’ll need to either read below, or wait for next week, to learn more…

Story A Day commentary…

Full version of the story…

These posts are the seeds of a project that will germinate over the next months, so input is especially valuable. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my phase pistol on stun ..for the most part.

Want more WIPpets?

Okay, I have to do this! =D

 

WIPpet Wednesday: Breathless

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday -K.L. Schwengel’s weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.

For those keeping track:

  • This is the second installment of Story #3, Vermilion Threads. The prompt was to write a story of about 640 words. An additional guest prompt was to write a story that incorporated the words “vermilion” and “musky” (that one’ll be in a future WIPpet).

WIPpet Math:

Today is June 18, 2014.

Today’s math…

  • 18-6=12(subtracting the monthfrom the day).
  • 12 sentences, this time.

I’m offering up a taste of my Story A Day May Challenge: my fanfiction concept for Star Trek: Enterprise, and the interspecies relationship between T’Pol and Trip, in a project tentatively titled The IDIC Romance.

T’Pol and Trip , and all the rest of Star Trek are property of Paramount; no copyright infringement is intended.

A bit about the challenge:

Story a Day is just that- a story every day in May. To make the challenge more interesting for myself, I used all of the prompts offered, throughout the month.

The stories are sequential, but they will have diverse tones, POVs, and voices, due to the particular prompts that were in play during the writing.

I like the effect, and the way the stories stretched me out of my comfortable writing spaces, and took my stories with them. It would be best to read each story without expectations that it will match those before or after it. I will let you know when I shift to a new story, to help ease any pangs the transitions might bring.

This snippet is an extrapolation of what T’Pol might have experienced upon learning of her compulsory assignment to the human starship Enterprisein the pilot episode:Broken Bow Part 1. Her unsettled state has led her to seek balance and control through meditation – but she finds herself immersed in memories, instead…

“I am unqualified to serve upon a human vessel,” I objected logically, while trying to sufficiently suppress the tingle of emotion that roused itself at the thought. Neither apprehension nor anticipation could be allowed to surface in my demeanor.

“The High Command has determined that Vulcan interests must be insured, and that the humans must be guided to avoid the disastrous consequences their impetuous, volatile natures are otherwise likely to incur. You are a scientist, Subcommander T’Pol, with considerable experience in the areas of spaceflight, combat, and diplomacy. Your explorations of homo sapiens are no longer irrelevant; they will no doubt prove invaluable in this mission. You may lodge a complaint, if you choose; however, your assignment as Science Office, and chaperone, is compulsory. The needs of our people supercede your discomfort at the prospect of serving amongst this species, and I expect you will return with valuable insight.”

I took the three prescribed cleansing breaths taught to all Vulcan children; the first and most essential key to emotional control; they didn’t entirely provide the calm I needed to adjust to the reality of the assignment, but they allowed me to find an acceptable level of outer impassivity.

Soval waited unti I had completed the breaths, and then handed me the Starfleet datapad containing the ship’s specifications and the service records of the command crew. I scrolled through the personnel files – and my breath hissed out in a harsh, uncontrolled gasp.

“Subcommander, are you well?

Dimly, I knew Soval awaited my answer – an answer I could not give, for I was pulled back to that restaurant; the music pulsed, my gaze locked to the blue eyes of a human called Trip, Awakening me to him, binding me to the man who now stared back at me from the screen – Enterprise’s Chief Engineer, Charles Tucker III.

Ah…memories. So now we know that T’Pol knows she’s going to meet Trip again, in a professional capacity this time. How does she respond to this surprising turn of events? To Trip, when she officially meets him for the “first” time? How does Soval respond to her lapse of control? Will T’Pol’s Awakened status, and the secret of her breach of protocol, be discovered? Will she be able to maintain her control during this mission?

Yup, you guessed it…you’ll need to either read below, watch,  or wait for next week, to learn more…

Story A Day commentary…

Full, original draft version of “Vermilion Threads”…

These posts are the seeds of a project that will germinate over the next months, so input is especially valuable. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my phase pistol on stun ..for the most part.

Want more WIPpets?

 

And let’s finish up with a little random silliness! =)

Coffee and Conversation: Up for a StoryFest?

 

Grab a cuppa and a comfy seat, and let’s chat a while.

It’s Monday again – time for Coffee and Conversation.

When I was six, my family was driving on a highway late at night. Streaks of headlights and taillights painted the dark. For the first time, I realized that each car held people living lives as important to them as mine was to me.

I wanted to know what those lives were, and to share my own...

After you achieve a long-term goal, do you take time to celebrate your accomplishment? Do you reflect upon its meaning? Do you find that it’s changed you in some way?

Hooray! Confetti Time! =D

It’s been over two weeks now since I completed the Story a Day May Challenge, and I’ve been rereading, pondering, and growing as a result of having undertaken this project.

Participating in this challenge stretched me, in several ways:

  • I wrote in different voices and points of view than I typically do. I wrote to musical prompts, word lists, and images.

  • I got to play with two beloved characters, and their story netted me almost 70,000 new words.

  • I discovered several amazing writers.

  • I have a new passion for reading others’ Enterprise fan fiction, and this is feeding my imagination, adding to the stories I created.

  • I got to indulge myself and my imagination.

  • I found that I was not only capable of following the prompts and my own framework, but that the results were often unexpected and better than I’d thought they could be.

So, in celebration, I offer, a little belatedly, the StoryFest. I missed the “official” window, because I was away, but I can still share these stories, for your enjoyment.

And, hey, why I’m sharing, here’s, “The Logic of Emotion” one of my own favorites from my Story A Day WIP, The IDIC Romance.

Do you participate in organized creative challenges? How do you benefit from the experience? Pull up a chair, enjoy your cuppa, and let’s converse!

 

WIPpet Wednesday: Gradations of Memory

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday -K.L. Schwengel’s weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.

For those keeping track:

  • This is the first installment of Story #3, “Vermilion Threads”. The prompt was to write a story of about 640 words. An additional guest post was to write a story that incorporated the words “vermilion” and “musky” (that one’ll be in a future WIPpet).

WIPpet Math:

Today is June 11, 2014.

Today’s math…

  • 6+11=17 (adding the digits of the month and day).
  • 17 sentences, this time.

I’m offering up a taste of my Story A Day May Challenge: my fanfiction concept for Star Trek: Enterprise, and the interspecies relationship between T’Pol and Trip, in a project tentatively titled The IDIC Romance.

A bit about the challenge:

Story a Day is just that- a story every day in May. To make the challenge more interesting for myself, I used all of the prompts offered, throughout the month.

The stories are sequential, they will have various tones, POVs, and voices, due to the particular prompts that were in play during the writing.

I like the effect, and the way the stories stretched me out of my comfortable writing spaces, and took my stories with them. It would be best, maybe, to read each story without expectations that it will match those before or after it. I will let you know when I shift to a new story, to help ease any pangs the transitions might bring.

I’ll keep sharing these for a while; they seem to be rather popular, and I won’t see Henry and Tisira again until later in the summer.

This snippet is an extrapolation of what T’Pol might have experienced just before, and during the first hours of her compulsory assignment to the human starship Enterprisein the pilot episode:Broken Bow Part 1. Her unsettled state has led her to seek balance and control through meditation – but she finds herself immersed in memories, instead…

The final cleansing breath sighed from my lungs as I sank slowly to my floor cushion. My hands, reflecting my disquiet of mind, weren’t ready to fold into my lap. Instead, they drifted out to touch the two items on my meditation table – a small skein of vermilion Vulcan silkthread, and the edge of a Starfleet datapad.

The vibrations of this ship differed significantly from those of the Seleya, and I found them, as so much here, unsettling. Not nearly so unsettling, however, as I found Commander Charles Tucker the Third. If I was to work with this man, or resolve my own tangled emotions regarding him, I must have the clarity of meditation.

I centered myself, found the white void of stillness within – although it wavered alarmingly; threatening to dissipate and leave me without recourse for my inner upheaval.

A memory- conversation, three days past, filtered into the stillness, the edges indistinct, so that I might attend to the interaction and my responses, without the distracting overlay of emotion or irrelevant detail.

“You are saying that the word ‘vermilion’ refers to more than a specific gradation of color?”

“Affirmative, Ambassador. Humans often attach evocative values and symbolism to colors. In the case of vermilion, it has cultural significance in several cultures; it represents concepts as diverse as eternity and marital status.”

“You have made a considerable study of this people, T’Pol. Until now, it has seemed – ” Ambassador Soval refrained from saying ‘illogical’ perhaps wishing to convey something other than censure – “somewhat irrelevant.”

“Until now?”

“The High Command has reinstated your rank, Subcommander T’Pol. You are assigned to Enterprise for the duration of its mission, effective as soon as you have cleared the medical and debriefing processes.”

Ah…memories. What else will T’Pol remember? How will the memories affect her? Will we ever find out if there’s any significance to that vermilion thread or that datapad? Will she be able to meditate, or do the memories have her?

Yup, you guessed it…you’ll need to either read below, or wait for next week, to learn more…

Story A Day commentary…

Full version of the story…

These posts are the seeds of a project that will germinate over the next months, so input is especially valuable. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my phase pistol on stun ..for the most part.

Want more WIPpets?

A hint of the incendiary volatility in store for these two…oh, and a cute beagle, too!

 

WIPpet Wednesday: Sizzling Polarity

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday -K.L. Schwengel’s weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.

For those keeping track:

  • This is Story #2, originally titled “Mystery Woman”, in its entirety. The prompt was to write a drabble – a story of exactly 100 words.

WIPpet Math:

Today is June 4, 2014.

Today’s math…

  • 6+4+14 =24 (adding the digits of the date).
  • 24=1=25 (adding the one from 2014 a second time, ’cause I can!)
  • 25×4=100 (multiplying the previous sum by the four from 2014….because there are 100 words in Trip’s drabble!)

I’m offering up a taste of myStory A Day May Challenge.I’m exploring my fanfiction concept for Star Trek: Enterprise, and the interspecies relationship betweenT’Pol and Trip, in a project tentatively titledThe IDIC Romance.

A bit about the challenge:

Story a Day is just that- a story every day in May. To make the challenge more interesting for myself, I used all of the prompts offered, throughout the month.

So, although the stories are sequential, they will have various tones, POVs, and voices, due to the particular prompts that were in play during the writing.

I like the effect, and the way the stories stretched me out of my comfortable writing spaces, and took my stories with them. However, it would be best, maybe, to read each story without expectations that it will match those before or after it. I will let you know when I shift to a new story, to help ease any pangs the transitions might bring.

I’ll keep sharing these for a while; they seem to be rather popular, and I won’t see Henry and Tisira again until later in the summer.

This snippet is an extrapolation from the “jazz club” scenes in the episode “Fusion”. I’ve estimated that this exchange happened about 14 months before the first mission of Enterprise NX-01, the first Warp 5 starship.

We’ve heardT’Pol‘s side of their first meeting, and her unprecedented and protocol-defying Awakening…but how does a human experience this? Or does he, at all?

Let’s get to know Charles “Trip” Tucker III, the newly promoted Chief Engineer of the NX-01, about to be very busy preparing ship’s systems for launch, and enjoying a rare night out with friends, when a most unusual young woman suddenly monopolizes his attention…

Her eyes went wide. I couldn’t look away; she didn’t. Sizzling polarity arced between us, sparking new desires. It was alien, nameless – consuming as plasma fire.

We gasped together as the music soared and surged, through and between us, tangling, binding, irresistible. Her face was incandescent, yearning, compelling -

The note stretched; time stopped. She burned into me. I was omnipotent; helpless – hers. But was she mine?

My burger slipped from my fingers, landed in my lap, a greasy mess. With a flash of silent motion, she was up and gone -

She was a fierce magnet in my soul, pulling, promising…

Poor Trip, tripping over the moment, and giving hot pants new meaning! Does he recover from the embarassment? What do his friends say? Will he ever see that young Vulcan woman again?

Well, these questions won’t necessarily be answered, but we will maybe find out what vermilion thread has to do with all this…

Story A Day commentary…

These posts are the seeds of a project that will germinate over the next months, so input is especially valuable. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my phase pistol on stun ..for the most part.

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And, last but not least, a spoiler’s paradise – because, well…these two are just too sweet together, whatever they’re doing, and I gotta share this amazing video that catches many many many of the best bits!

 

Story A Day 29: “In the Airlock”

Hello, and welcome to my 2014 Story A Day ChallengeDay 29! If you’d like to read today’s story without commentary,click here.

I am basing my stories upon Star Trek: Enterprise, and the intriguing interspecies relationship between T’Pol of Vulcan and Trip Tucker, who is very, very human.

Notes:

POTENTIAL SPOILER ALERT!

This story contains suggestive/erotic elements; reader discretion is advised.

This story is a fan fiction extrapolation of an unwritten scene based upon the  Star Trek: Enterprise episode, Zero Hour.

T’Pol and Trip are property of Paramount; no copyright infringement is intended.

Today’s Story A Day prompt is to write a story that starts a riot.

Zero Hour doesn’t come with a built-in riot, but it does come with a scene that could grow one – well, a small one, in a sense, sort of…

I’m not sure how I feel about the story I wrote…I think I’ve got riot avoidance issues. I tend to avoid conflict in my actual life. I was raised in a home that was in a state of riot far more often than my temperament could easily tolerate.

So my riot happens in the midst of a dream, in the aftermath of a tragedy averted and another suffered…

I’ll likely end up discarding a lot of this story, or at least revising it seriously. I don’t feel I let myself go with this one, and it feels “off”.

But even the experience of writing a story I’m ambivalent about holds value. And I’m very excited about the final two….

And the part below – of the whole story, this is the part that feels really right. I think I’ve discovered that imagery works best for me, when I need to start a riot.

Maybe this was all the riot I really needed…

Hmnnn….

And now,an excerpt of my story,In the Airlock”.For the full version, click the title.

There was only this – only the frothing rush, the pleasure, the joining, the impact of each collision of physical forms, each barrier swept away beneath the force of their shared being.

Only this.

Nothing else….

“The Captain didn’t make it.”

No.

Nothing else. Certainly, not that.

They flowed on, rushing, ever rushing…

The riverbed was strewn with obsidian boulders that had fallen from the walls of the chasm they carved with their passion. Sharp, cutting moments of altered clarity –

“The weapon exploded -“

Earth safe…and an exhaled breath.

“Before he could beam -“

“No!” They shattered the boulder, and obsidian sands surrounded them.

“Microfractures forming throughout the hull. Structural integrity is compromised.”

Only this. Please. Let there be nothing else….let there be only this…

More, so much more.

Statues of Surak lined the chasm; shattering, crumbling to dust, falling upon them…..

“Lost – I am lost….” the statues shattered, crumbled, into gray rock, blue-veined, holding power, madness, feeling…..feeling…

I wanted more.”

Fractured to her core, she sat, back to door, locked in anguish…

“Secure the trellium….secure it, and feel….”

Feel icefire in their veins, feel emotions, intense, deep, rich- to feel passion, to open, to be flooded, gasping, yearning….yearning that had a name, a voice, a smile that compelled.

It meant something. Something important, a key to the locks she hid behind…

Awakened, Awakened to the sizzling tingle, embracing…Awakened to a human…

To me?”

T’hyla. Only you….”

Only this. Please. No more….nothing else…

You can find all of my May Challenge stories at my “official” Story a Day blog. My commentary on the process of creating these stories is here.

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WIPpet Wednesday: A New Home

Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday -K.L. Schwengel’s weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move their WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date.

WIPpet Math:Today is May 28, 2014.

  • Today’s math…
  • 28 (for the date)-9 (the 5 for the month + the 4 from the year) = 17 sentences.Why? Because that’s what left in the story! =)

This month, I’m offering up a taste of myStory A Day May Challenge.I’m exploring my fanfiction concept for Star Trek: Enterprise, and the interspecies relationship betweenT’Pol and Trip, in a project tentatively titled The IDIC Romance.

A Request for Opinions…

Story A Day ends on Saturday. I have a lot of T’Pol and Trip stuff left, and I love a lot of it. Sharing would be fun…

But the stories are variable, since each used at least one prompt. POV, tone, length, level of – ahem- eroticism…there’s a lot of diversity here.

In short, if you’d like more of my Enterprise fan fiction, I’d love to share. If not, well, I’ll be returning to some old familiar friends over the next two months, so there are other things I could WIPpet, instead…

This snippet is an extrapolation from the “jazz club” scenes in the episode “Fusion”. I’ve estimated that this exchange happened about 14 months before the first mission of Enterprise NX-01, the first Warp 5 starship.

And now, let’s rejoinT’Pol, our young protocol anarchist, who followed compelling music into a restaurant…and found herself unexpectedly Awakened…

I imagined him across from me, as we knelt on the sands with the low marriage table between us, shrouded in fog. My fingers rose, trembling as they crossed the little distance to his, touched… his eyes, though soft, held promises of pleasures I had never known. They drew me in, into his mind, his soul – and we were one, the music weaving through us, sealing us together, as the fog drifted, carrying us off to my bed, and he was beside me, his cool human skin pressed against mine as we touched and explored, hungrily -

“You feel like home,” we whispered, as though of one mind. One mind, one body, one soul, soaring with the rising music -

A crescendo – rising within us, within the music -

I came to myself, my eyelids jerking open, gasping at the beauty and the shock of it-

His eyes were the first thing I saw, and, this time, he didn’t look away. He held food in his hands, halfway to his open mouth. He seemed unable to complete the motion. We remained locked within this moment, this stretching, pulsing note, and his eyes held all the things I had imagined, and more. They saw me, knew me, even cowled, for who and what I was – a Vulcan woman, born of the hot deserts.

The food slipped from his hands; fell into his lap. He uttered a half-cry, “Hey!” and looked down

With fear and desire roiling in my stomach, I swallowed back bile, fleeing out into the chill foggy night air. Just out of sight of the Consulate, I could resist no longer, and my stomach ejected its contents forcefully.

As I wiped my mouth and returned to my room, though, I knew that I was no longer home, here.

A human man had Awakened me, and he was my home, now.

Well, we’ve heard T’Pol’s side of the story – but what does Trip have to say about all this? Does he have any idea what’s going on in that pretty little Vulcan’s head? If so, what’s he think about it?

Next Week, Potentially…

The full version of the story

Story A Day commentary…

These posts are the seeds of a project that will germinate over the next months, so input is especially valuable. No need to feel shy; I’m a friendly sort, and will keep my talons sheathed…for the most part.

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Enterprise theme song time! =D