Wrote a Steampunk Weekend Quickie, it could be a small part of a larger thing. My first Steampunk short story, 'Tracer's Choice' will be published in May 2014, but this one may be the start of something big...
Here it is...and go and see the other 200 worders here ..
http://theironwriter.com/weekend-quickie-31/
Tracer aimed Amelie's sights on the nearest Zepplin's main rope, the central of four keeping
the airship steady in the night sky. The dozen or so Zepplins lit up the area
around the British camp, making any assault impossible without major losses.
"Tracer,
y'er gonna bring d'em British pigs on us, y'are."
"Ireland,
you haven't got much confidence in my abilities."
"Nah, but
optimism, yeah. If yer don' mind, I'll skedaddle back t'lines an' watch the
fireworks back there. Gunnin' fer yer!"
Ireland ran back,
leaving Tracer alone. A slight breeze blew across no man's land and Tracer
turned Amelie to the furthest left of the Zepplins. He aimed at the main rope
and fired. It cut and the airship rose almost imperceptibly.
A few of the troops in the camp looked into the darkness. Tracer opened
Amelie's breech and out popped the empty case. He placed in another bullet and
fired, cutting through a second rope. The Zepplin slowly floated over the
British camp. The troops were now in a panic, some due to the shoots, others
due to the impending danger. Tracer's third bullet brought a fireball down on
the camp.
"There'll be
some bacon tonight!", he laughed.
UPDATE: I've edited this piece, it now stands at about 400 words, and is the beginning of a new 'Tracer' story...more to come...
Tracer
aimed Amelie’s sights on the nearest Zepplin’s rope, one of three
keeping the airship steady in the night sky. The dozen or so Zepplins
lit up the area around the British camp, making any assault impossible
without major losses.
“Tracer, y’er gonna bring d’em British pigs on us, y’are.”
“Ireland, you haven’t got much confidence in my abilities.”
“Nah, but optimism, yeah. If yer don’ mind, I’ll skedaddle back t’lines an’ watch the fireworks back there. Gunnin’ fer yer!”
Ireland ran back, leaving Tracer alone. A slight breeze blew across no
man’s land and Tracer turned Amelie to the furthest left of the
Zepplins. He aimed at a rope and fired. It cut and the airship rose
almost imperceptibly at first. A few of the troops in the camp looked
into the darkness. Tracer opened Amelie’s breech and out popped the
empty case. He placed in another bullet and fired, cutting through a
second rope. The Zepplin slowly floated over the British camp. The
troops were now in a panic, some due to the shoots, others due to the
impending danger. Tracer’s third bullet brought a lethal fireball down
on the camp.
“There’ll be some bacon tonight!”, he laughed. - See more at: http://theironwriter.com/weekend-quickie-31/#sthash.PQ7IJ6mY.dpuf
