Calling all writers

[SliceOfDog]

I would like a piece of a story that can be read out in the first edition of XAP, our podcast, this New Year. It must last around 10 minutes and be completely original. It should also be furry and/or sci-fi.
I will not take credit for it, and all credit will be given to you (That is, the author). I don't need something written specifically FOR the podcast, so an excerpt from a book you are writing or similar project would be perfectly acceptable. If so, the title of the book and where more can be read or heard can be read out afterwards if you so wish.
If you are interested, please contact me via PM or commenting in this post before the 12th of December.

Thank you very much,
Slice (The awesome one)

[Dusty]

Well once FA comes back up I can get the prologue of my Prehistoric Story. Its been needing edited bad so maybe this can jostle me back into it

Or wait its on this site xD its the main story I can't get too

Prologue,

So long ago it was. When our people were forced into the deepest bowls of mother earth. So so long ago. It all began on a fateful morning. Our ancestors were doing what they always had. Some grazed, some hunted, and still some tended there nests. Yes it was like any other day. Then the sky changed. It glowed red, red as the lava from the tallest volcanoes, red as the blood from a fallen Triceratops.

Together as one our ancestors stopped and stared at the sky. There it seemed the sun its self had fallen from the sky. A fireball as immense as any fell. It hit the sea vaporising and burning all around. The ocean its self boiled. The earth shuttered as if it was struck a mortal blow while entire nesting sits were burned from existence. Helpless creatures had not even the time to react as they were burned to mere ashes.

Then the sky began yet another change. Even as the final waves caused by the impact finished drowning the world the sky began to darken. The world smothered under a blanket of ash to rival any eruption. The chill was felt even in the deepest of jungles. It is unclear what drove our ancestors into the earth. Some say they were already showing sign of sentience. Others thought that the Gods guided them to safety. Still others think it was sheer dumb luck.

Many varieties of our people were lost as we traveled deeper and deeper into the caves, deeper into the heart of the world. Wonders hailed are un-educated eyes. There were crystals that glowed a bright green. Great monuments of Nature's work, towering stalagmites and low hanging stalactites, Huge geodes, and even a mighty river. Even as the world above starved and froze our ancestors began to turn on one another. Old hatreds resurfaced. The Herbivores found that there were certain fungi and ferns that grew near the light sources. These made great meals. Sadly they themselves were a dish to the Carnivores. It seemed hopeless that our kind would survive.

However, they soon learned how to speak. They could communicate not just among there own species but with others as well. This was the turning point. They could now begin to cooperate . It was the start of something grand. First the herbivores began to live in communities. Starving, the Carnivores repented. They joined the communities. There were many rodents in the caves for them to live on. They soon began to learn just as fast as the herbivores.

Smarter and smarter the grew. Over Millenniums they lost there bestial shape in favor of a bipedal variety. They built and built upon there language until it rivaled the humans who they were blissfully unaware of. With this came all other sciences. Remarkable leaps were made.

By the time the human year of 2017 rolled around Homo-Saurian as the race would be called by the humans were a collective society. The human UN was child's play by comparison. With domestic issues aside all minds turned up-wards. Too long had they lived in caves. This was there planet. They would be the masters of it. Lead by powerful Idealist Ra'sark they began to pressure there government into funding exploration.

This is what led to where we are now. In a cavern populated by the best researchers under the earth. Today was the day that they will break through to the surface. What was waiting for them would shake the foundations of civilization to its core.. This is the story of the Recon 1. The first Surians to step foot on the surface in in millions of years, and the human warriors who were the first to encounter them.....

Ta'Rork's history of the Alliance, 2056 AD.
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Or possibly use my little TF vignette based off the game Wolf Team:

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Expirement 001
By Dusty33

Pain. My body writhed in agony was liquid fire coursed through my veins from the tank beside me. My mind screamed for escape or release from the unbearable agony, but large straps left me helpless as I lay on the examination table. Around me, sitting on a multi-tiered amphitheater, were those responsible for my pain. I could hear them, whispering and muttering, examining my every move as the large LED display above me displayed my ever increasing heart beat and brain waves.

I roared in agony as the muscles and bone of my face and head crack, pull, and warp. My vision wavered then flashed red as my face began to painfully push outwards into a much more bestial shape. My arms and legs burned as they increased in size, muscle growing, bones shifting and strengthening. The straps that held me down groaned and strained against my increasingly muscled extremities. Unbearable itching began across my body as a dark furred pelt pushed it's way through my skin. All these pains were each unique, and unbearable. My mind screamed as loud as my mouth, every nerve burned and sent out its own scream of agony. Through tightly squinted eyes I could see the scientists eyeing me nervously as I began the next phase of my metamorphosis.

Even as the pain lessened my senses became ultra-sensitive. The biting smell of sterilizing chemicals and plastic stung at my nose as they blended with the much more natural smell of human beings. I could smell the fear of the scientists, around me. I felt an instinctual pleasure in the presence of fear in those who were responsible for the pain. I squinted as the harsh white lights of the medical theater grew brighter to my already punished mind. I tasted blood from where, in my pain, I had bitten my tongue with my newly sharpened teeth. The metallic taste stirred a primal hunger in my mind as I my heart rate slowed and the pain diminished to a dull ache through out my mutated body.

Anger. The researchers recorded the last of their notes as I laid there on the table breathing heavily. They turned and shook each others hands, congratulated themselves on their success even as I watched. The anger at such smug injustice burned as my heart rate began to accelerate. The humans in the room stopped what they were doing as the large LED display began to beep even faster. My breathing increased as two medical aids approached me, I could smell their fear, and it smelt good. I began to growl and struggled against my leather bounds. The scientists and medical aids began to back away as my struggles became more violent. I roared as the straps holding my arms down snapped from the strain. The slow movement away from the table became a full fledged panic.

Alarms sounded, adding their blaring notes to the chaotic din that was the medical theater. With one last effort the straps holding my ankles broke. With a roar I lunged from the table towards my nearest victim. The scientist screamed in terror as three hundred pounds of muscle, fur, and bone struck him like a wrecking ball. In one swift movement my talon like claws sliced open his jugular and eviscerated his chest cavity. Roaring in triumph I selected my next target and lunged into a lightening fast sprint. The person didn't know what hit them as they tumbled to the ground. My fangs crushed around his neck in the killing bite.

By now the most of the scientists had made it too the doors on each side of the large room. To there horror large metal containment doors began to shut over the exits and windows. They were trapped. Panicked, they scattered across the room searching for some way, any way out. One by one I killed each of them, exacting my revenge for what had been done for me and slating my lust for the hunt till finally no living thing besides me existed in the gore strewn medical theater.

Fear. The alarms stopped sounding. As my adrenaline high from the hunt burned off I began to realize what had happened too me. I was altered, a monster, I examined my victims who layed strewn around the room and was horrified. What had I done? Then a hiss. Yellowish green gases began pouring into the room from hidden ventilation ducts. As the first acrid vapors struck my muzzle I began to cough. They were flooding the room with nerve gas. They're fail safe system. The wolf mind panicked. It howled in rage and frustration even as my body grew clumsy. In desperation I began pounding on the door with all my mutated strength. The metal flexed and bent but would not break even as my lungs burned and arms grew heavy. My mind cried out for relief. For just one breath of air even as my vision darkened. I collapsed to the floor as my body became too heavy to stand. I let out a muted whimper as my brain began to shut down, dragging my consciousness into a deep dark night....

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"The clean-up crew will have their work cut out for them," A grey suited man said as he examined the wrecked amphitheater. Around him guards and research aids took roll call and gathered the victims remains. "How many did he kill?" The grey man asked the guard next to him.

"Looks like sixteen bodies sir. He went to town," he answered grimly.

"My, my, this project is showing some potential. Tell the remaining research team that their efforts are at last bearing fruit and to start working on improving the subjects mental.... cooperation," the suited man said.

"Yes sir. What do you want us to do with the specimen?" the guard asked, gesturing at the dead wolf soldier on the floor.

"Burn it, no traces," the suited man said as he turned and walked out the door....

[Akhil.WhiteWolf]

Hmm. I'm really not sure, I could very well post my Star Wars story, but it does have a lot of swearing, along with a few words from a different language, so that may present a problem. Would you like me to post it, or attach it in a PM, just to read over?

[SliceOfDog]

Akhil, attatch it in a PM please. I'm personally fine with swearing, but depending on how severe it is depends on whether I can put it up.

Dusty; Those are great. They might be a little short, but I won't know until I time myself reading them out. I'll try and record demos this week so I can see if they'll fill the 10 minutes. If they do, I'll contact you back to see what info you want me to read out before/after it.

[Dusty]

Akhil, attatch it in a PM please. I'm personally fine with swearing, but depending on how severe it is depends on whether I can put it up.

Dusty; Those are great. They might be a little short, but I won't know until I time myself reading them out. I'll try and record demos this week so I can see if they'll fill the 10 minutes. If they do, I'll contact you back to see what info you want me to read out before/after it.

Well we'll see then. Hey do you have any IM clients?

[Akhil.WhiteWolf]

Do you mind if it's a Word Document, or shall I switch it to a .rtf?

[SliceOfDog]

Word is completely fine, thanks. But so are most other file types. Go with whichever you prefer.

[Akhil.WhiteWolf]

Sounds good, PMing now.

[Akhil.WhiteWolf]

Okay, I give; I can't figure out how to attach. Any help?

[pommie]

You could check out my story if you'd like: Reborn: Full Novel - SciFiFur.net Community Forums
It'd need an edit and polish if you like it though, so just let me know.

[Rys]

I'm not sure if it meets your requirements for length and quality, but my story, The Voyage of the People's Arm, which can be found posted on these forums, is certainly original, furry, and sci-fi. Perhaps you would like to take a look at it?
SciFiFur.net Community Forums - View Single Post - The Voyage of the People's Arm

[SliceOfDog]

Rys, I'm afraid that you're right about its length. Much too long for what I have in mind. Thanks anyway, and if you have any shorter pieces I'd be more than happy to check them out.

Pommie, I've read this before and liked it, but as you say it needs a few touch ups before it'd sound quite right. Of course, you've written it as a story, and a script to be read out is a totally different style, so I'm not complaining. If you were willing to reword certain bits, however, I'd be happy to give it a try. Again, nothing is certain till I've timed myself reading it out. It looks a tad too long.

Dusty, the first section is unfortunately much too short; I got about 4 minutes. Great content, and a nice dramatic piece to read, but not long enough. The second is much closer; I think I could get about 7 minutes from that if I read it right, so for the moment, assuming you're still ok with me using it, that is the favourite for being included in the first Podcast.

Thank you all for your interest in this issue so far

[Dusty]

If you need me to expand it all I think I can flesh it out a bit

[Akhil.WhiteWolf]

Do you mind if I just email it instead, 'cause it's a rather lengthy file... 12 pages might be a little much, but you can thin out whatever you feel necessary.

[Rys]

I'm afraid I've nothing else to show you at the moment, but perhaps I'll think of something later. Good luck, by the way; I'm looking forward to this podcast.

[Dusty]

Newly updated with a expanded beginning. Hope it helps

Fear, two medical orderlies flanked me on either side while a guard stood in front and behind. I was led through two large
bay doors into the bottom of a large medical theater. Months of preparation had come down to this moment. My moment, the
one that I had been selected and bred for. This was to be the culmination of decades of work and preparation, both on my
part and on the part of the dozens of scientists who were watching me. This was the moment that had defined my existence.
the moment that would be the culmination of my life, and yet, I was afraid. The mind is a fickle thing, they had trained me
and others like me to avoid such liabilities like emotion, and thought. Yet I had ignored their warnings, I had submitted to
my desires and felt the emotions that both define and destroy our minds. They had warned us emotions would kill us, and yet
I the price of death seemed small to the pleasure and privilege that was emotion.

I laid down on the hard metal examination table. The orderlies and guards murmured mute words around me as large leather
straps were placed over my wrists and ankles. Their murmurings didn't concern me. I was preoccupied with the strange
thought of dieing. This above all others was the thought we were told was a sin. Our existence is one where death is merely
the means to achieve a goal. Yet, I was committing this blasphemy knowingly, willingly. The orderlies applied sterilizer to
the pre-marked points on my body and then threaded long IV tubes into my veins. I attempted to calm myself even as the large
LED screen above me flashed and the data of my existence was displayed for all to see. Fear compounded fear as I worried
that the scientists would see my elevate heart beat, guess my guilt, and I would be cast out like the others before me who
couldn't resist the temptation of humanity.

The orderly on my right stopped for a moment, he looked into my eyes. I hadn't seen him before, he was a new worker. I
could see him looking for something yet I didn't know what? My humanity? My soul? I had long since learnt to hide those
from others who would prefer me not to have either. I could see a almost sigh of sadness in his eyes as he looked away. The
room hushed as a green light flashed. I felt a coldness enter my body through the alien tubes. A standard Iv, the coldness
numbed arm, yet not my mind. This shouldn't be happening, but it must happen. I can't do it, but I am are meant to do
it. Conflict was what I was made for, yet conflict of the mind paralyzed me. How was it I could snuff out the light of
another man without a thought yet I couldn't quiet the voice within me? A hiss, the cold stream went warm, out of the corner
of my eye large tubes of mute green chemicals emptied their contents.

Pain. My body writhed in agony was liquid fire coursed through my veins from the tank beside me. My mind screamed for
escape or release from the unbearable agony, but large straps left me helpless as I lay on the examination table. Around me,
sitting on a multi-tiered amphitheater, were those responsible for my pain. I could hear them, whispering and muttering,
examining my every move as the large LED display above me displayed my ever increasing heart beat and brain waves.
I roared in agony as the muscles and bone of my face and head crack, pull, and warp. My vision wavered then flashed red as
my face began to painfully push outwards into a much more bestial shape. My arms and legs burned as they increased in size,
muscle growing, bones shifting and strengthening. The straps that held me down groaned and strained against my increasingly
muscled extremities. Unbearable itching began across my body as a dark furred pelt pushed it's way through my skin. All
these pains were each unique, and unbearable. My mind screamed as loud as my mouth, every nerve burned and sent out its own
scream of agony. Through tightly squinted eyes I could see the scientists eyeing me nervously as I began the next phase of
my metamorphosis.

Even as the pain lessened my senses became ultra-sensitive. The biting smell of sterilizing chemicals and plastic stung at
my nose as they blended with the much more natural smell of human beings. I could smell the fear of the scientists, around
me. I felt an instinctual pleasure in the presence of fear in those who were responsible for the pain. I squinted as the
harsh white lights of the medical theater grew brighter to my already punished mind. I tasted blood from where, in my pain,
I had bitten my tongue with my newly sharpened teeth. The metallic taste stirred a primal hunger in my mind as I my heart
rate slowed and the pain diminished to a dull ache through out my mutated body.

Anger. The researchers recorded the last of their notes as I laid there on the table breathing heavily. They turned and
shook each others hands, congratulated themselves on their success even as I watched. The anger at such smug injustice
burned as my heart rate began to accelerate. The humans in the room stopped what they were doing as the large LED display
began to beep even faster. My breathing increased as two medical aids approached me, I could smell their fear, and it smelt
good. I began to growl and struggled against my leather bounds. The scientists and medical aids began to back away as my
struggles became more violent. I roared as the straps holding my arms down snapped from the strain. The slow movement away
from the table became a full fledged panic.

Alarms sounded, adding their blaring notes to the chaotic din that was the medical theater. With one last effort the straps
holding my ankles broke. With a roar I lunged from the table towards my nearest victim. The scientist screamed in terror as
three hundred pounds of muscle, fur, and bone struck him like a wrecking ball. In one swift movement my talon like claws
sliced open his jugular and eviscerated his chest cavity. Roaring in triumph I selected my next target and lunged into a
lightening fast sprint. The person didn't know what hit them as they tumbled to the ground. My fangs crushed around his
neck in the killing bite.

By now the most of the scientists had made it too the doors on each side of the large room. To there horror large metal
containment doors began to shut over the exits and windows. They were trapped. Panicked, they scattered across the room
searching for some way, any way out. One by one I killed each of them, exacting my revenge for what had been done for me and
slating my lust for the hunt till finally no living thing besides me existed in the gore strewn medical theater.

Fear. The alarms stopped sounding. As my adrenaline high from the hunt burned off I began to realize what had happened too
me. I was altered, a monster, I examined my victims who lay strewn around the room and was horrified. What had I done? Then
a hiss. Yellowish green gases began pouring into the room from hidden ventilation ducts. As the first acrid vapors struck
my muzzle I began to cough. They were flooding the room with nerve gas. They're fail safe system. The wolf mind panicked.
It howled in rage and frustration even as my body grew clumsy. In desperation I began pounding on the door with all my
mutated strength. The metal flexed and bent but would not break even as my lungs burned and arms grew heavy. My mind cried
out for relief. For just one breath of air even as my vision darkened. I collapsed to the floor as my body became too heavy
to stand. I let out a muted whimper as my brain began to shut down, dragging my consciousness into a deep dark night....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"The clean-up crew will have their work cut out for them," A grey suited man said as he examined the wrecked amphitheater.
Around him guards and research aids took roll call and gathered the victims remains. "How many did he kill?" The grey man
asked the guard next to him.
"Looks like sixteen bodies sir. He went to town," he answered grimly.
"My, my, this project is showing some potential. Tell the remaining research team that their efforts are at last bearing
fruit and to start working on improving the subjects mental.... cooperation," the suited man said.
"Yes sir. What do you want us to do with the specimen?" the guard asked, gesturing at the dead wolf soldier on the floor.
"Burn it, no traces," the suited man said as he turned and walked out the door....