Free Pass: Science Fiction
The free pass was lying in the middle of a pool of vomit. Not even the half-digested Skunnoina flivver-rat was enough to keep her from snatching it out before a cop came along to investigate the passed out, maybe-dead tourist lying in the puddle. She tucked it under her shirt, her nostrils narrowing to try and block out the lingering vomit reek, and scurried along the corridor to the cubby that she rented from Mama Simsung for a hundred credits or a take of equal value. Once she had squirmed into the 6' x 3' x 3' cubicle that she called home, she pulled the pass out from under her shirt. She didn't--
Inspiration: The free pass program currently being offered by the library.
Story Potential: High, as far as it goes.
Notes: This is a story beginning I could slide into like sliding my feet into a pair of comfortable old shoes--that's my way of saying it's not very original and it's got a definite Golden Age sci-fi juvenile feel to it. Some days, that ain't a bad thing. And it's only a beginning--it could go pretty much anywhere from here.
Inspiration: The free pass program currently being offered by the library.
Story Potential: High, as far as it goes.
Notes: This is a story beginning I could slide into like sliding my feet into a pair of comfortable old shoes--that's my way of saying it's not very original and it's got a definite Golden Age sci-fi juvenile feel to it. Some days, that ain't a bad thing. And it's only a beginning--it could go pretty much anywhere from here.