Monday, January 2, 2012

Why Spell Check Leaves Much to Be Desired

There is a myth pervading America, sabotaging the efforts of students and professionals alike. That myth is the myth that spell check and grammar check work well.  People everywhere are relying on them as their sole source of editing, much to the detriment of their writing. 

To understand just why this dependence is more a hindrance than a help, let’s look at how spell checkers and grammar checkers work.  This post will focus on spell check first because it’s more widely used than grammar check.

How Spell Check Works

Millions of people use their word processor’s built-in spell checker without knowing how it actually works.  It’s certainly not necessary to know what is going on behind the scenes in order to make use of this tool, but it can help you make an educated decision about the suggestions it gives you.

Because spell check is more widely used than grammar check, we’ll start with it first.  In simplest terms, spell check compares every word you type to a built-in dictionary; if it can’t find the word you type in its dictionary, it marks it incorrectly spelled (usually by underlining it in red).  While it’s nice to know what words are misspelled, simply identifying them for you doesn’t necessarily help you figure out how to fix the error.  At best, it means you have to pull out a dictionary yourself and search for the word.  The problem with that is you have to know how a word is spelled before you can look it up in a dictionary!

Spell checkers therefore have a second built-in step; after they identify an incorrectly spelled word, they provide suggestions for the correct spelling.  You simply scroll down the list of suggestions until you find the word you meant to type. Sounds helpful, right?

The main issue with spell check’s utility is the number of suggestions you receive.  Not counting synonyms, only one word should fit in the place of the word you spelled incorrectly.  How, then, is the computer generating a list of possible replacements? Doesn’t it know what you meant to write?

To understand spell check’s limitations a bit more, let’s break how it generates suggestions.  After identifying the incorrectly spelled word, the spell checker needs to figure out how it’s been misspelled.  To do that, it generates a list of words (both real and nonsense words) based on the different types of misspellings that can occur:

  • Deletion: a letter is missing (for example, “stacing” instead of “stacking”)
  • Insertion: there is an extra letter (for example, “eatting” instead of “eating”)
  • Substitution: one letter replaces another (for example, “thwee” instead of “three”)
  • Transposition: letters have switched places (for example, “teh” instead of “the”)

Here’s an example of a (very abridged) list of words a spell checker generates as it tries to figure out how you misspelled the word it’s trying to fix:

Misspelled Word: siting (instead of "sitting")
Deletion: saiting, sbiting, sciting, sditing, smiting, sitting
Insertion: sting, siing, sitng, sitig, sitin
Substitution: sating, siring, seting, sitang
Transposition: isting, stiing, siitng, sitnig

 

From among the nonsense words generated, we have some real words that are not misspelled.  Using percentages gleaned from extensive analysis of a corpus of documents, the spell checker next ranks these words according to how likely it is the error occurred.  The final result is the list of suggestions the spell checker presents to you when you spell check your document.

The key idea to note here is that the spell checker does NOT know what word you meant to use.  It’s not actually taking into account the  meanings of the words and whether they fit into the context of the sentence.  The spell checker also doesn’t know if you made more than one type of error (or more than one instance of one type of error) when spelling your word.  While it will try to generate words based on more complex errors, it will rank more likely misspellings higher on the list, so the word you meant to type may be much farther down the list.

Why is this a limitation when it comes to spell checkers? We all know no one scrolls past the first few suggestions, if they bother to read the suggestions at all.  Most people just hit “change” automatically.  Because semantics aren’t integrated into the spell checker code, the words it suggests to you may not be the correct ones. 

Without getting into grammar check territory, there are some errors that spell check cannot find.  It can’t tell when you’ve used repetitions of a word incorrectly.  For example, “I’m very very sorry” may be acceptable, but “I’m writing about about the author” isn’t. It also can’t check whether or not your main points are in order or even if “Firstly” comes before “Secondly” in your paper! And let’s not even go into homonyms….

Spell check is definitely better than not editing your paper at all, but ONLY if you read the suggestions before clicking “accept” on the suggested change.  If you’re a non-native speaker of English, then you can still benefit from spell check without sacrificing accuracy; look up each of the suggested words in a dictionary until you find the word with the meaning that fits what you were trying to write. It will take more time, yes, but with repetition you will make fewer mistakes, learn more vocabulary, and even be able to spell better than many native English speakers!

If you’re interested in knowing the nitty gritty about how spell check is coded in a programming language, James Matthews wrote a great introduction called “How Does Spelling Check Work?”  I should warn you, though, it’s very technical. 

Examples of Spell Check Fail

Most people need to see something to believe it, especially when it comes to a tool many people wouldn’t be able to write a paper without. Here are examples of spell check failing in action:

Let the preceding links serve as cautionary tales for why it pays to be as smart as the tool you use.  Just like math teachers won’t let students use a calculator before they know how to add, subtract, multiply, and divide without it, you need to be able to spell before you rely on a spell check to catch errors for you.  Spell check should be your last defense and the errors it catches should be careless ones on your part that you immediately recognize when it points them out.

But don’t just take MY word for it.  Read Johanna Sorrentino’s article “Is Spell Check Creating a Generation of Dummies?” and Jill Baughman’s “25 Reasons Not to Trust Spell-Check When Job Hunting.

Photo source: BureauCrash

Monday, December 12, 2011

Yuletide Wishes!

Chuy in Elf Suit Small

Goodness, so much has happened this past month to keep me away from blogging! NaNoWriMo was a thrill to participate in for the first time.  It was everything I thought it would be and more.  The community of people involved (both locally and online) was so welcoming and enthusiastic, it really made you feel like you were part of something huge and significant.  I will definitely be taking part in next year’s writing marathon.  Thank you everyone who cheered me on. 

I started a research assistant position midway through September and immediately had a very tight deadline to meet for a manuscript.  Because of that I was unable to reach my 50k word goal for NaNoWriMo.  I still feel like a winner, though, because I learned something so simple yet profound: I have time enough for anything if I choose to make the time for it.  Although I couldn’t add 1,665 words to my story every day, I could and did add a paragraph here or a couple of sentences there every single day.  I got more work done on my story this past month than I had all year.  Before NaNoWriMo, if I didn’t have at least several hours free to work on my writing, I wouldn’t bother.  I had a very “all or nothing” mentality about my writing.  Now I know I can accomplish so much just by adding little pieces here and there.  This experience has truly been a breakthrough for me as a writer.

I hope everyone gets a chance to go through an experience equally enlightening.  Life really is about taking small steps towards your goal.  It may take you a little longer, but you will get to where you want to go someday.  If you take off sprinting towards your destination, you may end up burning out long before you near the finish line. 

Here’s wishing everyone a wonderful holiday this winter season!

Photo: My sister’s dog Chuy is ready for Christmas! Are you?

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday: “Runes and Shadows”

harlech-castle-floor-plan

It’s a good thing I can’t get disqualified from Flash Fiction Friday for not following instructions.  It turns out I’m quite bad at it! I’ve gone 250 words over the word limit again and failed to use two of the required words in my story.  My writing always takes me where it will, though, and when it decides the rules are too confining and breaks loose, all I can do is hang on for dear life.

This story is actually part of a much larger story that I am currently working on for NaNoWriMo. It was rather fortuitous that this week’s prompt asked for a creepy story involving a castle when that’s exactly the genre and setting of the novel I’m working on. 

There is quite a bit of back-story involved as this scene doesn’t happen until at least 2/3rds of the way into the story.  Hopefully whatever isn’t clear will be intuitive enough not to hamper your understanding of the scene (and, with luck, give the story a nice air of mystery!). I have once again loosely interpreted the prompt to include the Outer Ward of the castle instead of the castle proper; the image above of Harlech Castle has an example of where the Outer Ward is located. 

I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Prompt: Write a spooky story about a night spent in a castle.
Use These Words: Drip, creak, shudder, ancestor, tapestry
Genre: Ghost Story/Suspense
Word Limit: 1,500 words

 

Runes and Shadows

The forest loomed before them, full of gnarled trees and shadows. The girls advanced on it, not bothering to hide as they walked across the grassy expanse that led to the forest's edge. The Cauchemars wouldn't return for another day, maybe more if Ron could drag out the journey like he promised. He'd tried to dissuade them at first, but when he saw that Katta and Lizbeth were set on entering the forest, he finally relented. He would delay the Cauchemars' return as long as possible, if only so he wouldn't have to be the one to find the girls' bodies.

As they walked, Lizbeth tried to make conversation with Katta. Despite the secrets the two now shared and the danger they faced together, it was difficult for Lizbeth to break through Katta's stand-offish exterior.

“What's a forest doing inside the castle walls? Aren't castles supposed to have stables and buildings inside its Outer Ward to house the villagers during times of war?”

“How many castles have you seen?” Katta snapped at Lizbeth.

Looking away, Lizbeth mumbled her answer.

Katta prodded the girl. “What? I didn't hear you. Speak up.”

“None, o.k.? This is my first.”

“Then stop acting like you know everything just because you read a lot.”

Lizbeth finished the rest of the walk in silence, wondering what she needed to do for Katta to like her better. For all she knew, this was how Katta treated her best friends.

As they reached the forest's edge, Lizbeth's foot caught on something and she fell hard. Leaning down, she saw that it was a stone. After she brushed off the dirt, she could see that there were markings on it that glinted in the midday sun.

“Hey, Katta, wait up! I found something.”

“Oh, you actually tripped on something? I just thought you were being clumsy again.”

Ignoring Katta's verbal jab, Lizbeth cleared off as much of the stone as she could for Katta to see. “Look, there are markings. What do you think they mean?”

“What makes you think I know? Just copy it into your notebook and we'll find out later when we check the library.”

Lizbeth pulled out her journal and copied the markings as accurately as she could. There were only three symbols on the stone, so she gave each its own page.

Lizbeth Drawing

Katta wandered as she waited, kicking at the grass with impatience. It wasn't long before her foot hit more than just grass.

“Hey, I found another one. And I can see another stone even farther.”

Rosaline perked up, interested. “Do they have the same markings?”

“Well, this one does. I don't know about the one farther down.”

As they brushed off each stone, they found the same set of three markings. Each stone led them to another one and another one until they'd followed the line of stones all the way to where it joined with the outer wall.

“Look, Katta. More of these stones are embedded into the outer wall.”

“That's peachy, but how about we get back to doing what we came here to do? I want to meet them while the sun is still high in the sky.”

Lizbeth forced herself to push aside her curiosity about the stones and to follow Katta back to where she first tripped. The thought that somehow the markings on the stones were important nagged at the back of her mind, but she knew Katta wouldn't stop for more delays. Facing the trees, the two girls paused. To Lizbeth's surprise, Katta reached out and grabbed her hand. Without looking at her, she stepped forward and into the forest. Lizbeth followed a second later and gasped as she was swallowed by darkness.

Katta let go of her hand and Lizbeth was alone with the blackness. Just when she started to think Katta had abandoned her, she saw a flicker of light appear beside her. As her eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness, she saw that Katta had lit a candle and was holding it before her.

“I'm so glad you always have those on you,” she told Katta. “I didn't think it would be so dark this time of day.”

Shrugging, Katta walked deeper into the forest. “The trees are just dense here. Come on, there's a clearing up ahead where the Cauchemars leave the children. We can wait for the Shadow People there.”

Lizbeth struggled to keep from tripping over tree roots and fallen branches as she followed closely behind Katta. “How do you know about the clearing if you've never been in the forest before?”

Katta looked back at Lizbeth, the candle light framing her face in shadows. “When did I say I'd never been here before?”

Lizbeth shuddered and tore her eyes away from Katta's glare. Katta snorted and got back to finding a path through the forest. They walked together in silence for several minutes, the only sound the creaking of the trees as the girls pushed aside branches. When Katta started talking, she did so without stopping to look at Lizbeth.

“I followed Them in when they took Nora in here last year. I'd long since figured out what was happening - I mean, it's hard not to when you're told you have to write parents in their children's place because they're 'indisposed.' I just wanted to see it for myself.”

Silence followed Katta's words as Lizbeth waited for her to continue. Interrupting her now might break whatever mood had taken hold of Katta and Lizbeth desperately wanted to hear the rest of the story. Minutes passed this way before Katta picked up the thread of her story again.

“They led Nora to a clearing and waited. I didn't know what They were waiting for until I saw shadows start to separate from the trees and move into the clearing. The Cauchemars left her, then, and stood back, watching. There was something wrong with Nora, though. It wasn't like her not to put up a fight. The Nora of then just stood there and waited while the Shadow People fought over who got to eat her first.”

Lizbeth looked at Katta's back and wished she could see the expression on her face as she talked. Swallowing hard, Lizbeth ventured a question.

“Did they... was she...”

“Yes.” Katta said nothing more after that. The feeling that they were missing something obvious came back to Lizbeth and she pressed Katta for more answers.

“Why weren't you killed too? It was night time when you went in, wasn't it?”

“It was night, but I think the Shadow People feared the Cauchemars. I didn't stay much longer after they started... you know... so I was never here without Them.” Katta started to say something else but decided better of it, lapsing back into silence.

Lizbeth, emboldened by how voluble Katta had been so far, pushed for more. “What is it? It might be important.”

Katta sighed. Fighting her reticent nature, she said, “That's when I found Chicky.”

“What, here? By the edge?” asked Lizbeth.

“No... in the clearing.”

It took a moment for the implications of what Katta said to sink in, and when they did Lizbeth pulled back, aghast. “Oh my word! Chicky ate Nora?!”

“Not exactly. I mean, he tried. But he was attacked and knocked aside when he approached her body. I found him by the clearing's edge as I left. He was hurt badly and I just couldn't leave him.”

Lizbeth stopped walking and tugged on Katta's arm to get her to stop. “I don't know if we should be doing this anymore. I mean, we know Chicky and he still tried eat Nora. How can we trust the others not to kill us?”

Katta stopped and looked calmly at Lizbeth. “Even though the Shadow People are beasts, they still took turns with Nora's body. That means there must be a hierarchy they respect. We just have to find the leader and we'll be fine. Chicky forgot his place and got in trouble for it. Besides, he didn't know us back then.”

When Lizbeth continued to look unsure about proceeding, Katta snorted derisively at her. “This was your idea, remember? Didn't you say we needed to communicate with the Shadow People?”

“They're called the Darkin,” Lizbeth whispered.

“What?”

“The Darkin. You keep calling them the Shadow People but in the legends they're called the Darkin.”

Taking that to mean Lizbeth was back on track, Katta resumed her trek to the clearing. They didn't have far to go. Within minutes the two were standing in a circular clearing several acres wide. Light streamed down from the gap in the trees and dripped off leaves into darkness as it met the clearing's edge. Katta blew out her candle and she and Lizbeth walked to the center of the clearing, blinking furiously to help their eyes adjust to the brightness more quickly.

“How long do you think we'll have to wait?” asked Lizbeth.

In answer, Katta tilted her head towards the trees to the left side of the clearing. A cloaked figure was stepping into the light. As it approached them, it moved its head up, sniffing the air. Its hood fell back a little, letting the girls see the lower part of its face. It had thin lips that stretched taut over long, sharp teeth that angled out, barely contained by the thing's jaw.

Lizbeth screamed and stepped backwards. Whirling on her, Katta's rebuke died unspoken on her lips when she saw that other shadows were emergjng from the trees to stand around the clearing's edge. They were all shapes and sizes, human and animal forms, some more bestial than others. She turned back to the cloaked figure, now flanked by two smaller, no less grotesque, figures. Squaring her shoulders, Katta called out in as steady a voice as she could manage, “You can't do anything to us during the day. That's why we picked this time to come.”

The cloaked figure's shoulders started to shake, slowly at first, then more violently. Throwing its head back, it erupted into gravely, hoarse laughter. In barely intelligible English, it said “Silly girls. It's always night in here.”

While Katta stared at the Darkin, dumbfounded, Lizbeth started to groan beside her. “Oh no, the markings... Katta, the last one is a moon in all its phases. It means eternal night.”

NaNoWriMo 2011 Kickoff!

NaNoWriMo 2011 Participant

This year I am finally going to be taking part in NaNoWriMo instead of just watching from the sidelines.  For those who don’t know, NaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writing Month. November of every year since the event began in 1999, tends of thousands of people around the world participate in writing a novel from start to finish within a time limit of 30 days. 

An average novel has about 50,000 words so NaNoWriMo participants need to reach a daily word count of 1,666 to finish on time.  Needless to say, I’m going to spend more time working on my novel than writing blog posts this month, so posts will be few and far between (if they happen at all).

I’m super excited about participating this year. I’ve been playing with an idea for a story for quite some time now and now I finally get to put it to paper and see what happens.  Here’s a shout-out to all my students who kept telling me to stop talking about it and just participate already every time November rolled around and I spread the word about NaNoWriMo goodness :).

Thursday, October 27, 2011

The Maturation Process

I ran across this image a while back and it has stuck with me.  I remember learning about the maturation process in my psychology classes and this image is dead-on.  If I were still in the classroom, I’d blow it up and hang it on the wall. I’m glad age ranges weren’t added to the graphic as a person’s maturity level is a very subjective thing; I’ve known adults who refuse to accept responsibility for any of their actions and I’ve had the privilege of teaching some adolescents who were surprisingly wise for their tender age. Unfortunately, there seem to be more of the former than the latter.

Click here to go to the full size version. Thank you, VirusComix, for creating this graphic! The world would be a better place if more people understood the struggle towards self actualization.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday: “Attack of the Cliche Circuit”

This prompt for Flash Fiction Friday was one of the most difficult for me, especially since I used a very loose interpretation of what an antagonist is.  I chose to write a science-fiction story and I never realized how much you have to keep track of: ranks, ship layouts, and command procedures (to name a few).  I gave it my best shot and only went a couple hundred words over the word limit this time.  Thanks for reading!

Prompt: This week’s prompt is to start with one conflict and reverse the polarity.  Let’s see what happens when the tables are turned and your protagonists or antagonists are suddenly holding the fate of the other in their hands.
Genre: Any
Word Limit: 1,300 words
Deadline: 10/19 by 8:30 PM ET

Attack of the Cliche Circuit

Admiral Morgan awoke to blaring sirens and flashing lights. Still tugging on his uniform, he stumbled down the corridor towards the bridge. So intent was he on reaching the command room, he nearly ran into Lieutenant Gaffreys. He was standing in the middle of the hallway, staring out a side window into space.

“Gaffreys! Why are you just standing there?! This is a full emergency!”

“Oh, Admiral! I was on my way to the bridge when I looked out this porthole to see if I could glimpse the threat...”

Lieutenant Gaffrey's words trailed off as he started staring out the window once again. Morgan touched the lieutenant's shoulder to get his attention.

“Gaffreys?”

“My God... It's full of stars...”

Gaffreys' words startled Morgan because they were so strange. They teased at the corners of his memory, but the alarms were sounding and there was no time for remembering. Morgan left Gaffreys looking out the window and sprinted the rest of the way to the bridge.

Morgan entered the command room shouting. “I need a report of the situation!”

“We, uh, appear to be in the middle of a meteor shower, Admiral. It came out of nowhere!”

The Admiral turned towards the speaker in surprise.

“Ensign Creed? What are you doing manning the bridge? Where's the Vice Admiral?”

“She started feeling ill halfway through the second shift. She's in the med bay right now recovering, but before she retired she put me in charge while you slept.”

“Creed, you're the least qualified person on board to run this ship! Why would she choose....Oh my God.” The pieces started to fall into place in the Admiral's mind, his expression slowly changing from surprise to horror.

“Sir? I've actually got it under control. Even though the shields are offline, the navigation system is still running and our pilots are getting us through the shower.”

The Admiral shrugged him off and grabbed the intercom. He yelled into it, “I want all hands on deck who aren't otherwise engaged to find me Captain Logan. Make this your top priority!”

“What's so special about Captain Logan, Admiral?” Creed asked.

“He's BLACK!” the Admiral responded.

“That's not very racially sensitive, sir” piped up one navigator nervously. “He may be the only African American on board, but that's no reason to single him out.”

Before Morgan could reply, a second lieutenant came running into the command room, urgency apparent on her face. “Admiral! Sir, there's a problem with the AI!”

“Give me a report, Lieutenant Liu.”

“It started in the mess hall, sir. Second shift was trying to order rations from the Substance Processor when all the orders started coming out wrong. We tried getting through to the tech department through the comms, but no messages are getting through. Now the door access system is malfunctioning. We've got personnel trapped in rooms with no way out!”

The Admiral sat back, arms crossed as he contemplated these developments. Sitting up, he addressed the terminal in front of him. “Computer, find me the coordinates for the Gamma system.”

A mechanical voice responded with “I'm sorry, Dave. I'm afraid I can't do that.”

The crew looked at each other in confusion.

“Is your first name Dave, Admiral Morgan?”

Ignoring the question, Morgan switched off the terminal. Covering the intercom, he whispered to the navigators “Get the pilots on the manual navigation system.” Turning to Second Lieutenant Liu, he said “The AI's gone rogue. Quarantine it.”

Liu ran out of the bridge just as a group came in escorting Captain Morgan. He was out of breath, his red shirt showing sweat stains down his front and back. Seeing the Admiral, he broke away from his escort.

“Admiral! What's going on? I was on my daily run when the alarms suddenly started going off and then these guys came and told me you need to see me right away.”

Relief flooded Morgan's face as he grasped Logan's arms. “Thank God you're o.k., Captain!”

“Sir? What is goi-”

The Admiral cut off the Captain midsentence. “There's no time to explain, Logan. Creed!”

Ensign Creed appeared behind the Admiral's right shoulder and awaited his instructions.

“Creed, I want you to stay by Logan's side and never leave it for a second. We need him safe. Take a group with you. I want you all armed.”

Ensign Creed escorted a very confused Captain Logan out of the bridge. As they were leaving, the Admiral caught sight of Logan's shirt and yelled after them “And for the love of God, change Logan's shirt. Anything but red!”

“We're out of the meteor shower, Admiral,” the head pilot reported.

“Good. Stay on the manual drive and someone find me Lieutenant Liu. I need a report on the AI's status.”

Morgan sank into his chair, his hand covering the worried look on his face. “Please don't let this be what I think this is...” was all he said for several minutes. His other hand fingered a key he had hanging around his neck and the remaining crew looked at one another, no one wanting to disturb his contemplation.

Second Lieutenant Liu jogged in and broke the silence. “Sir? You wanted an update?”

The Admiral sat up, his face all business, and turned to face the second lieutenant. “Give your report, Liu.”

“Well, sir, we have the AI isolated in the mess hall. We managed to contain it in a toaster.”

“A toaster?”

“Yes, sir. It was the only piece of equipment not connected to the network. We felt it was safest.”

“As long as it worked. Jettison it into space; we'll install a new AI when we reach port.”

“Understood, sir.”

“Good work. You're dismissed, lieutenant.”

Just then Ensign Creed came running in, panic stricken and covered in blood, shouting “He's gone!”

The Admiral jumped up and steadied the shaking man. “Where's Logan, Creed? What happened?”

“We were in the laundry room getting a change of uniform when Captain Logan noticed how quiet it was. Usually you can hear all the machines going down there. Right after I said 'Too quiet' a monster reached down from the air shaft and took him. I tried to grab him, but...”

“Where was your armed escort?!”

“It was the laundry room, sir. We didn't think we needed them in there...” Creed started crying and wringing his hands.

“What did the monster look like, Creed? Did it have tentacles?”

“How did you know, sir?” Creed marveled. “Did you know it was on board?”

Morgan shook his head and paced the bridge, fingering his key again. Worry lines creased the Admiral's forehead. Stopping, he turned to a navigator and asked him to pull up the personnel files.

“What am I looking for, sir?”

“I want you to find me the woman on board with the biggest breasts. Once you identify her, send a dispatch to bring her here.”

A murmur started among the crew and someone piped up, “Just what is going on, Admiral?”

Admiral Morgan sighed and said, “We need Samson.”

The navigator cleared his throat, catching the Admiral's attention. “It's Lieutenant Sky, sir. She's already in here.”

Morgan immediately slipped the key off from around his neck and handed it to the lieutenant.

“Go to the last capsule in the Cryo chamber. Use this key to start Samson's rehydration process. When it is complete, bring him here. And hurry!”

Lieutenant Sky sprinted out of the room as quickly as her ample bosom would allow. Once she was on her way, Morgan turned to look at his bewildered crew.

“While we wait for Samson, let me explain what I know. They warned us about this in the academy, but I never thought I'd ever actually encounter one. What we are experiencing is a rare occurrence that has been documented no more than twice in the last 2000 years. It's called a 'Cliché Circuit.' Every ship carries a fail safe on board in case of it, but it's more a precaution than anything. That fail safe is called Samson.”

The bridge erupted into anxious conversation as the crew internalized the Admiral's announcement. As time passed and the group quieted down, noises could be heard coming from the supply closet.

“Sir, there's something in the closet. Should we-”

“No! Do NOT open that door! Logan's gone so any one of us could be next!”

The scratching noises got louder, and the crew huddled together around the room, waiting. After half an hour, Lieutenant Sky returned, holding a wiggling puppy in her arms. The more she attempted to keep it from licking her face, the harder it tried, its tail knocking against desktops and chairs as it wagged wildly.

The Admiral sighed in relief and took the puppy from Sky. Patting him on the head, he turned to his crew and said, “Samson's here. Everything's going to be alright.”


Photo credit: Sweetie 187

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday: “Birthright”

Flash Fiction Friday has come up with another prompt for this week and I’m as excited about this short story as I was about the last prompt I participated in. I still have trouble sticking to the word limit (I’m 300 words over after extensive editing), but I can feel myself improving with each story I write.

Here’s the story and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Prompt: A car pulls up to a lake with two occupants inside.  Explain why they are there and who they are.
Genre: Any
Word Limit: 750 words
Deadline: 10/12 by 9:00 P.M. EST

 

Birthright

Jeff turned the Mercedes sharply off of the trail he was following, showering the roadside with dirt and rocks as he slammed the car into park. Looking at the wide expanse of lake in front of him, he let out a cheer and gave his passenger a light punch in the arm.

“Woo! Here we are! I told you I wasn't lost.”

“Are you sure all these rocks won't hurt the rental? It's a really nice car. Maybe we should've gone with the Jeep.”

“C'mon, Drew, live a little! My 'rents got it all covered.”

“Yeah, I'm just not used to stuff this fancy. Not everyone's as well off as you are, you know.”

Jeff and Drew got out of the car and headed down towards the lake's edge. Jeff fiddled with a camera case while Drew stopped to look for smooth, flat stones he could use to skip across the lake's surface.

“O.k., I got the camera ready. Let's go face your destiny, Your Highness.”

“Will you cut it out with the 'Your Majesty' stuff? I never should've told you about that.”

“About what? The fact you could potentially be related to King Arthur himself? You'd really keep a secret like that from your best friend? We practically grew up together. We're bosom buddies!”

“It's just a silly story my mom told me when I was growing up. It's not like I have any proof or anything.”

Jeff spotted an outcropping of large rocks at the lake's edge and rushed over to it. “C'mon. Stop lagging behind and get your royal butt over here. This rock is perfect for your big scene!”

“You know this is retarded, right? You've had some stupid ideas but this one really takes the cake.”

“Stop whining and get over here. This is gonna be awesome! O.k., so you're gonna lift your arms up and say something ancient sounding like 'Cometh fortheth, Excalibur, my swordeth!' I'm gonna get it all on tape. Once I add the special effects and stuff on the comp and upload this to YouTube, do you know the number of hits we're gonna get?!”

Drew shot Jeff a look that made it clear Jeff had lost him again. “How is me waving my arms around and acting like a doofus going to get us hits?”

“Did you forget where we are?! We're in England, dude, and this is THE lake where Arthur threw his sword before he died.”

“It was Girflet. Arthur ordered Girflet to throw Excalibur into the lake. Although Malory's version says it was Sir Bedivere who threw it in.”

“Yeah, that's what I said. Anyway, the point is, you owe it to your heritage to try and call the sword from the lake. So what d'ya say?”

Drew gritted his teeth and kicked at the ground. “Will you get off my back if I do it?”

Jeff whooped and slapped Drew on the back as he led him to the rock outcropping. “I'll do you one better! I promise to stick to the tour schedule for the rest of the trip and stop busting your balls if you do this, alright?”

Drew rolled his eyes and slapped away Jeff's Boy Scout salute. “Let's get this over with, then.”

Jeff grinned and bounded away to get a better shot of the scene. When he was in position he shouted “Action!”

Drew rolled his eyes again and raised his arms. After a few seconds of thinking, he yelled “Come forth, Lady of the Lake! I am here to claim my birthright, Excalibur!” He kept his arms raised for a few more seconds, then turned to Jeff. “Good enough?”

“Yeah, man, that was good, but can you did it one more time with more feeling?”

“More feeling? How am I supposed to feel more retarded than I already do?!”

The boys' argument was cut short by a whooshing sound coming from the center of the lake. To their surprise, a geyser appeared. When it cleared, it left in its place what appeared to be a hand holding a sword straight up.

Drew was the first to speak after the sight. Turning to Jeff, he demanded “Did you do this?”

“How can I rig a lake?!”

“So you're really not just screwing with me? Just tell me if you are, o.k.?”

“Whatever that thing is out there, I didn't put it there, o.k? Why don't you get out there and see what it is?”

“How?! It's not like we have a boat. You want me to swim? You know the kinds of things that live in lakes? I don't want some worm swimming up my dick!”

Jeff pointed to Drew's pockets and said “Didn't you pick up some rocks earlier? Throw 'em at it and see what happens.”

Lacking a better plan, the two turned back to the lake. By then, the hand and sword were gone.

“Um...Jeff? I did what you wanted. Let's just get the hell outta here, k?”

“But we saw something! There was something out there, dude!”

“Look, you probably got it on tape, right? Let's get back to the hotel and look at it on the computer. I'm sure it'll turn out to be nothing.”

Defeated, Jeff turned to walk back to the car and came face to face with a woman. She was wearing a long white dress that had detailed gold embroidery on the sleeves and skirt hem. Any other details, including the woman's face, were hidden behind a mess of long, wet blonde hair. In one hand she held a sword, the tip trailing on the ground.

“Oh shit! It's that dead girl from The Ring! Drew, run!!”

Jeff sprinted over to the car but before Drew could make it, the Lady moved to block him with the sword. He stood in front of her, his hands palm up to his sides to show he meant her no harm.

“Are you o.k., m'am? Do you need something? We're just tourists but-”

Before Drew could finish the Lady brandished the sword in front of her, the tip now pointing to the sky.

Jeff shouted to Drew from where he crouched behind the car. “Don't worry, dude! I'm calling 911 on her dead ass!”

“It's 999 here, you idiot!”

Taking advantage of the opening Drew's distraction afforded, the Lady ran the sword through his chest.

“Oh shit! She got you! Shit!” Jeff cursed and hunted around in the back of the car for something he could use as a weapon. Seizing the tire iron, he rushed out to help his friend. He'd only taken several steps towards the Lady when a blinding light erupted from Drew's chest. Dropping the tire iron, Jeff fell to his knees and covered his eyes. When he opened them, Drew and the woman were gone.




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