Christmas story coming up!

So, I usually want to write a story for Christmas and then life gets too crazy. Well, I thought that would be the case again (actually life is really crazy) but I’m just going to go ahead and try it. Further more, I decided I will publish it online, and it will be about 3,000 words long. This will be a challenge for me, and it will most likely be quick pace in a not-very-nice way, so I apologize in advance if it doesn’t make sense. I will publish it 1,000 words (or so) per Thursdays.

Something interesting happened today though. An update (I think) was disagreeable to the computer I’m using, so I was unable to get to the story today and I didn’t work on it yesterday either. I was hoping to be able to write it all at once and then edit it. But I couldn’t do that, so I’ve decided to be even more daring and publish the 1,000-words parts before I’ve finished the story! I think it will be an interesting experience for my readers to look at something written Panster-style, and how I usually write, where I don’t properly know how the story is going to end. Therefore, I apologize again because this means it may be even messier and more confusing.

Now, to explain the story. It definitely needs background, but I don’t really want to do it in the story, so here’s my opportunity to explain it a little. That’s what blogs are for, after all.

It all started with a dream. I don’t have many interesting dreams- but one prompted this story. I dreamt there were zombies (of a not very gory type) who were trying to get in the house. Then he gradually lost interest, even when I had to open the door for my dog, and then he started to die. After that, my sister was intent on naming him. I think it was Chris.

So, here’s the result: The world is post apocalyptic (just ruined cities, no proper businesses, stealing and killing is perfectly normal. No burning skies or anything extreme), and there are 3 important groups of people. There are the Zombies, who are basically random groups of people that have gone crazy, and their craziness is contagious, but they’re not literally zombies. Then, as in my dream, when they are dying, they become more human.

Then there are the Christeners, who go out of their way to find out the names of the Zombies, who were usually people who had gone missing. There are lists of names, sometimes just rumors, sometimes it’s just facial recognition.

Then there are the Fighters, who deal with threats, which is usually the Zombies. There’s one particular Fighter who is intent on getting enough to live on and be happy, which would obviously take a lot. And there’s a particular Christener who’s especially good at what she does.

Then there’s the EPT machine (which stands for Emotional and Physical Transmitter. I’m not very good at coming up with such names, so I’ll probably just call it EPT). This machine, of which origin I’m not quite sure of, allows one person to connect their correct brain areas to someone else and allows them to feel something. Example: The ‘host’ listens to exciting music that makes them think of running or dancing etc. and the ‘guest’ feels the rush and excitement. It’s generally used as a kind of final wish for people who want to feel something nice or happy, or else for former Olympians or runners who can no longer do their sport

I think that about covers the explaining. Of course I haven’t figured everything out yet, such as how it’s going to be a Christmas story. Of course I can put in that it’s late December, but that’s not the same as it being a Christmas story

Finally, this is a sample of my writing and I would love to hear what everyone thinks of it, both fellow writers and others. I would love the advice and thoughts. Thanks and I hope you enjoy it!

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