Mark Hunter (ozma914) wrote,
Mark Hunter

TwisterPalooza Fic Writing Challenge -- poll

Poll #1745074 TwisterPalooza Fic Writing Challenge

TwisterPalooza stories
It turns out I don't remember how to do an LJ poll.  If this doesn't look right, I'm working on it; I couldn't figure out Blogger polling at all.

I believe we received four stories that are eligible for voting in the challenge: "She Stares Down the Storm", a Tin Man ficlet by randombattlecry ; "Let It Snow" and "Snow Day", Fullmetal Alchemist stories by evil_little_dog ; and "Rainstorms", an original fic set in Australia by Rosanne Dingli.  I keep thinking I missed one story, so if I did please let me know right away and I'll get it up; the poll will be open until June 3, at which time I'll publish my original short story in conjunction (or close to the conjunction!) with the release of Storm Chaser.

These are the stories submitted as part of the challenge that are not eligible for voting.
One is "Santa Pequena", a Fringe fic by strangexgirl :

Also two drabbles I wrote, which I'm posting in their entirety:

"Set Phasers to -- Run!", a Star Trek (original series) fanfic:

James T. Kirk clung to a stump, all that remained of a gnarled alien tree on a planet called, ironically, Hurricane III. “Hang on, Bones!”

A moment before they’d been peacefully taking flora samples; then a tornado tore through the landing party, leaving nothing behind but him and McCoy, who clung to a root. Kirk could see, streaming from distant branches like little warning flags, the remains of red uniform shirts.

“Why didn’t you detect that storm coming?” Kirk yelled over the screaming wind.

“It’s a medical tricorder!” McCoy shot back. “Damn it, Jim, I’m a doctor, not a meteorologist!”

And "A Horrible Wind", a Doctor Horrible fic:

The video screen wavered like a staggering drunk, then focused to reveal the camera was on its side, filming a debris strewn floor.

A gloved hand reached out. After another drunken dance the camera settled on its tripod, revealing glass shards across the lab table and a tangle of hanging, sparking wires.

Doctor Horrible’s goggles hung lopsided. His lab coat was in white tatters, and his hair might have been disheveled – hard to tell.

“Note to self.” Hearing the squeak in his voice, Doctor Horrible cleared his throat. “Note to self. In the future – test the weather controlling machine outside.”

I know I'm still missing a fic, and I've searched through all my entries. I know it! Somebody save me!
Tags: emily, fringe, fullmetal alchemist, star trek, storm chaser, tin man, twisterpalooza

  • Dispatchers Do It By Phone

    Every five years I do nothing to honor National Public Safety Telecommunications Week, so I'm reprinting this from 2017. Hah! No, I'm not taking…

  • Firefighters Never Grow Old ... Wait, Yes They Do

    At the Albion Fire Department's annual appreciation dinner last weekend I received a hand tool from people who should have known better than to…

  • The old library's gone now

    When I was a teen I didn't exactly have the happiest home life. As a result, and being an insatiable reader, I spent as much time as I could at the…

  • Post a new comment


    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.