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This is a WIP, NaNoWriMo 2016, currently called River, Tree, Mountain. It’s science fiction, set on a colony planet, six generations in–with about 10% of the population born “marvels,” who have special abilities like dowsing, healing, or creating fire. The protagonist, Rekka, is a spark (fire), signed a contract with Brenton to provide him a child, and traveled to be met with an empty apartment and a message saying he’s away on business–a few days later she heads for her first day of work.

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She passed her wrist over one of the scanners set in short columns by the door, which emitted a quiet tone, and flashed some information at the desk, because she saw the receptionist glance down, then up with a smile.

“Good morning, Ms. Lang, and welcome. Do you need any help finding your office?” he asked.

“No, thank you,” Rekka said, though she stepped toward the desk and not down the hallway, “And you are?”

“Oh? Yes. O’Donnell–that’s me,” He flushed, and dropped his eyes to his desk screen.

“Nice to meet you, O’Donnell,” Rekka said cheerfully, not sure if he thought she was flirting, or had some other reason for blazing red as a rose at little provocation. He seemed her age, or perhaps a bit younger, and that might be all. Your first job was always full of little moments that made your heart race and your stomach churn.

 

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Life on the colony planet of Kaibou was going uneventfully until the second generation of colonists was born on the planet, at some, at a young age, began showing various psychic abilities. When those people, called marvels, grew up, many of them formed companies, building compounds to live in and raise their children.  Due to population diversity issues, many colonists have children using genetic bank material, or choose a succession of partners. Now on the seventh generation, marvels are born both within and without company walls, and all must work together to use their gifts and make a living on a still wild land. Some of these outsider marvels sign contracts with company marvels, agreeing to give them a child raised within the company, in return for a permanent home in the company compound, a stipend, and other concessions.

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About Caitlin Stern

I have a MA in English, and have so many fantasy/urban fantasy WIPs it's not even funny. I'm an avid reader of science fiction, fantasy, mystery, romance, biography, fiction, and anything else that catches my interest. I collect books, and bookmarks I find that are visually appealing and useful.

22 responses »

  1. Ed Hoornaert says:

    The final sentence of this snippet captures just what I was thinking about the first day at a new job.

  2. Or moving into a dorm at college. Keep smiling and hope for the best. The plot thickens, Caitlin.

  3. nancygideon says:

    Nice introduction. More there than meets the eye?

  4. Author Jessica E. Subject says:

    Yes, that’s exactly what the first day of a new job is like. But, I wonder if there is something else going on that she is not aware of. So intriguing! 🙂

  5. Botanist says:

    Sounds like there’s more to his reaction than meets the eye.

  6. Yep, sounds like the first day at the office

  7. Siren X Star says:

    I think the last line is just perfect!

  8. Carrie-Anne says:

    That last line is so true!

  9. Yup. The last line is so true haha.

  10. Maybe this is someone who will welcome her?

  11. Interesting introduction. How wonder how things will go for her?

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