Run for the gun (#SFFSAT)

So, Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday: a mouthful, a blog hop, a hive mind of the most geek-tastic brains out there. Some guidelines, a little welcome:

Welcome to Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday. On the surface, it’s a web ring of authors who post snippets of their work for comment. In reality, it’s a close-knit group of friends and colleagues working together to support and encourage one another and promote the science fiction and fantasy genres.

– JC Cassels, 2012


  1. Absolutely no erotica or explicit content. This ring is for all ages to read. This is the founding reason for this ring, and any diversions will be removed from the final list on Saturday.
  2. Length of snippets:
    • Prose: 4 – 10 sentences.
    • Poetry: 4 – 10 lines.
  3. Any and all comments on the authors’ work are welcome, but please take care to keep them constructive.

I’ve been sharing snippets from a wip called Human: a tale about a detective who meets an android named Adelyn X. And can’t get her out of his head, which leads to trouble, of course.

I have also started sharing Young Gods, a YA wip about its namesake.


Today I’m sharing more of Human. Last time we met, I used the word “sun” to write a few extra lines to meet a mix-it-up prompt post day. Today we’ll actually get to the pistol in the bathroom that I titled the last post for.


Twenty minutes into being continually pelted by water programmed to massage sore muscles, Jack was grateful he’d sprung for the newest continuous water heater; it literally never ran out. He shut the water off, relieved that some things in the world could still be operated by hand, and wrapped his waist in a towel. He’d barely stepped into the hall when he heard movement in the apartment. He flattened to the wall, sure the culprit could hear the water from his body dripping onto the ground in loud plops.

He thought about his gun. Every cop kept an off-duty gun, or two. All of Jack’s firearms happened to be kept in his bedroom. He made a mental note to leave a pistol in the bathroom as he stared at his open bedroom door and wondered how feasible it was to make a run for the gun.

“Jack?” Adelyn’s voice made his heart change from pounding painfully in one sense to another just as painful. He stepped out from the corner and found her standing in the middle of his living room, just as wet as he was, but clothed.


Well, at least he knows the person who has broken into his house? More next week. Until then, more sci-fi goodness with great snippets.



12 thoughts on “Run for the gun (#SFFSAT)

    1. She’s there to ask for help. And yes, it is raining! This is taken out of context, so the confusion is understandable.

      And thank you! So glad you’re enjoying the change. Still growing on me. :)

  1. what are the chances? big city (maybe), two people(well one person and one android) meet by chance (in his living room) and both are soaking wet(one by mysterious means). Maybe its good Jack doesn’t keep that pistol in the bathroom. Great stuff – as always.

  2. gayleramage says:

    “…relieved that some things in the world could still be operated by hand.”

    Good line. Wonderful snippet. Good job he didn’t make a dash for his gun, though. :)

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