Post by account_disabled on Dec 25, 2023 4:02:20 GMT
So far I have only written one science fiction story , many years ago. It was my first uchronic story and it was about an American journalist who discovered that the Apollo 11 moon landing had been a farce. He was forced to flee to Russia and… I had fun writing it. In truth, last year I wrote another five or six, but short ones, of exactly 300 words. Some are classic science fiction, talk about space bases of the kind of Space 1999 , others are, let's say, Lovecraftian. This year I had to write one for the Grand Prix. And I had to sweat like hell. It's not your typical science fiction story. In fact, I don't even know how to classify it. I only know that he made me feel sorry for him. It was while I was writing it that I thought: maybe I don't like writing science fiction. Or maybe not that kind of science fiction.
This story of mine could fall into the vein of The Matrix and Inception . Maybe it's a mix of the two. I definitely prefer classic science fiction, and by science fiction I mean not a novel set in the future, but one about spaceships and the search for new worlds. Something like Star Trek and Star Wars . Something like Asimov's beautiful stories. Now, since that type of science Special Data fiction story gave me all those problems, first of all - and I don't think this is an aspect to be underestimated - boredom in writing it, I ask you: do you like writing science fiction? And what kind of science fiction did you cover?She hoped that he had hurt her while deflowering her, even though that type of woman was so proud that he would never admit it.
During intercourse the man had frantically groped and kissed that body which remained inert, without heat, like a silent surrender to that manifestation of authority and power. The gentleman finished with a groan, allowing himself one last, angry movement in the girl's body. Another woman had been hers, stolen from her legitimate husband, who had been left waiting helplessly. Smiling, she dressed and went out.led the scent of freshly picked flowers and other fragrances that she couldn't recognize. She glimpsed the woman's form, motionless under her sheets. He caressed her face, which seemed strangely cold to him. He then tore off her dress, took off his trousers and penetrated her forcefully.
This story of mine could fall into the vein of The Matrix and Inception . Maybe it's a mix of the two. I definitely prefer classic science fiction, and by science fiction I mean not a novel set in the future, but one about spaceships and the search for new worlds. Something like Star Trek and Star Wars . Something like Asimov's beautiful stories. Now, since that type of science Special Data fiction story gave me all those problems, first of all - and I don't think this is an aspect to be underestimated - boredom in writing it, I ask you: do you like writing science fiction? And what kind of science fiction did you cover?She hoped that he had hurt her while deflowering her, even though that type of woman was so proud that he would never admit it.
During intercourse the man had frantically groped and kissed that body which remained inert, without heat, like a silent surrender to that manifestation of authority and power. The gentleman finished with a groan, allowing himself one last, angry movement in the girl's body. Another woman had been hers, stolen from her legitimate husband, who had been left waiting helplessly. Smiling, she dressed and went out.led the scent of freshly picked flowers and other fragrances that she couldn't recognize. She glimpsed the woman's form, motionless under her sheets. He caressed her face, which seemed strangely cold to him. He then tore off her dress, took off his trousers and penetrated her forcefully.