Tries this one on for size:
Feb. 10th, 2008 03:38 pmThis is a hundred and fifty words. Which means, to fit it all, it has to be in size 7 font. Which, UGH.
Working at the firm we not-so-jokingly call "Beelzebub's Barristers," you'll eventually encounter the line you refuse to cross. I'd never had qualms about getting terrible people out of big trouble; that's what lawyers do, although usually on a smaller scale than ours.
But this client destroyed an entire city, and laughed while he did it. Over a million men, women, and children gone, obliterated, just like that. And instead of getting him off, I made sure he was found guilty, got the death penalty, and was sent straight to Hell, just for good measure.
I figured they'd fire me at the very least. Maybe--probably--send me to Hell to keep the client company. Yet here I sit, in a comfy corner office, with a fat raise and the partnership I'd always coveted.
Were they testing me? And did I pass--or fail? Reward? Or punishment?
I'll probably never know.
Better? Worse? This is a dumb idea, what am I, on crack?
I'm also thinking about a "demon hunter encounters dinosaur" drabble, basically condensing my Xander-in-Congo story down. Because, damb, but I love that story beyond all reason and would love to see at least the concept get wider play.
Giant bugs? What giant bugs? Was I supposed to stick an END on that today?
Working at the firm we not-so-jokingly call "Beelzebub's Barristers," you'll eventually encounter the line you refuse to cross. I'd never had qualms about getting terrible people out of big trouble; that's what lawyers do, although usually on a smaller scale than ours.
But this client destroyed an entire city, and laughed while he did it. Over a million men, women, and children gone, obliterated, just like that. And instead of getting him off, I made sure he was found guilty, got the death penalty, and was sent straight to Hell, just for good measure.
I figured they'd fire me at the very least. Maybe--probably--send me to Hell to keep the client company. Yet here I sit, in a comfy corner office, with a fat raise and the partnership I'd always coveted.
Were they testing me? And did I pass--or fail? Reward? Or punishment?
I'll probably never know.
Better? Worse? This is a dumb idea, what am I, on crack?
I'm also thinking about a "demon hunter encounters dinosaur" drabble, basically condensing my Xander-in-Congo story down. Because, damb, but I love that story beyond all reason and would love to see at least the concept get wider play.
Giant bugs? What giant bugs? Was I supposed to stick an END on that today?
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Date: 2008-02-11 01:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-11 02:03 am (UTC)According to WP, it's letting me use an 8.5-point font, but it's Arial Narrow. It's readable, however.
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Date: 2008-02-11 02:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-11 11:43 am (UTC)But this client destroyed an entire city and laughed about it. Over a million people obliterated, just like that. So I made sure he was found guilty. He got the death penalty and was later publicly executed.
I thought I'd be fired at the very least. And yet here I sit, in that office I'd wanted so badly. And now I don't know anymore. Is this a reward or a punishment?
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Date: 2008-02-11 07:24 pm (UTC)Your version doesn't work for me--it excises too much of the "spec" element and is a little too bare bones. I've never been a fan of letting the story suffer in the quest of a specific word count. I'll tweak the crap out of something to try, but there's only so far you can go.
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Date: 2008-02-11 10:13 pm (UTC)Disclaimer: You are the author and always have the power to ignore or veto what I say. ;)
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Date: 2008-02-11 10:46 pm (UTC)