WEP (Write, Edit, Publish) Challenge so generously hosted by Denise
Covey and Yolanda Renee is back. Olga Godim and Nilanjana Bose have
joined the team, providing welcome support to the doughty duo and adding
wealth of ideas and talent. Yolanda is not well and has been taking time
out. Sadly, the next challenge is her last. She will be missed.
from this month WEP has joined forces with the IWSG (Insecure Writer's
Support Group). The collaboration will bring very welcome support to
the WEP administrators and will also attract more entries. And this
greedy reader is loving that thought.
month's challenge is A change of Heart. Fiction, non-fiction,
photography and poetry are welcome, which gives us a lot of scope.
|Aren't Olga's badges stunning?|
If you visit
here and click on any names with a DL
next to them you will be taken to some wonderful pieces. As always
I will marvel at the other participant's creations. If you do visit,
please leave comments to encourage the writers. A little encouragement
never goes astray.
feeling intimidated by 'real' writers I am throwing my hat in the ring
again. I should also stress that I have never received anything but kindness and support from the other participants.
I have no idea where this tale came from, but it was insistent it be told...
Nicholas and Samuel
(never Nick and Sam, no short cuts for this pair) are driven, perfectionists and high achievers.
Anything less is lazy, second rate, and to be avoided at all costs. Their
child, their most important joint creation, has to be perfect in every way
before she is launched on to the world.
dollars and decades of gruelling work have gone into this project.
Secrecy has been paramount and no one other than Nicholas and Samuel is privy
to all the details.
have been mapped and harvested. Genes spliced. Politicians,
educators, scientists, surgeons, psychologists, historians, trend setters and
carefully selected anonymous donors have contributed. Most are unaware
that there is a project and none know its extent.
Samuel have provided the vision, and they have carefully ensured that the
accolades and credit will be all theirs.
and economies of scale demanded that each potential child be raised with her
competitors. Intelligence is of course a prerequisite. Each
child receives the same education and training, and is subject to the same
education is not limited to academic subjects. All are financially
literate, politically and socially aware and versed in diplomacy. Their
artistic and musical exposure has been broad. They are supple and fit,
but not athletic. They have been encouraged to study fashion and develop
their own style. Outlandish is a fatal flaw. Distinctive and memorable is
The field on
which they play (and must excel) has been artificially levelled. In the
distance, but getting closer by the day, is the pinnacle they must climb.
The route is unclear, and what they take from their education may map the way.
competition' said Nicholas, as they watched from the gallery. Samuel
agreed, adding 'With the bonus of clear warnings about the price of
imperfection. This weekend is the decider, which they know. Three
left from the original eighteen. A high attrition rate I suppose, but
perfection is rare, valuable and worth sacrifices. '
is known and addressed only by their version number. The chosen
child will receive a name. The current Versions believe some
variation of Kameela (which means perfection) will be the name one of them is
awarded, before the remainder are culled. Adiah (or prize) is another
Samuel agree that Version Nine is perhaps the most promising to date, but
Eleven and Three cannot be written off. Earlier Versions have not been
wasted. Constant rigorous evaluation has charted success and identified
and eradicated physical, mental or emotional imperfections. Version
Eight's heart and lungs were perfect, and now serve Nine. Three has one
kidney from Two (Eleven has the other) and another from Five. Nine
retains her liver, but Eleven and Three both have replacements.
from other Versions which were of an acceptable standard and re-usable have
been kept in storage. They will be disposed of with the other failed Versions when the decision is made.
and body mass of all three contenders is now perfectly acceptable. Their
features are regular and pleasing. Skin tone and colour are flawless.
Teeth are regular, white and cavity free. Wasted or unnecessary organs
like tonsils and adenoids have been discarded.
The She who
is selected will have no need to reproduce in outdated and old fashioned
ways. The organs and hormones required are prone to failure and a
needless distraction. They have been removed. The
capacity for sexual activity has been retained. Sex can be a very useful
tool. All current versions are fully trained and expert in its
Nicolas and Samuel have eyes and ears to watch and report back about the
You are such a comfort to me. Am I mad,
or are you really here? I cannot see you, but I can hear you and I
can feel your heart pounding. They
would discard me if they knew.
Of course you can feel my heart. It is in your chest. And is your
heart now, as it always was.
It is exciting isn't it? Exciting, but frightening because we are still
in danger. Their project is nearly at an end, and ours about to
begin if all goes well.
themselves as omnipotent. All powerful. All knowing. Luckily
they are poor at reading body language, or interpreting emotional cues and
cannot read thoughts.
Of course not. Why would they try? We are not and have never been
human to them. Cattle can only feel fear and hunger. We have
certainly been given both. We cannot think. We cannot plan.
One, and one only of us will be useful. The rest are extra to
days or less now. I do hope I/we can triumph. So close, but there
is no room for error.
Perfection. Prize. How little they know. Nemesis or
Justice are better names.
promised Eleven and Three that if I am chosen they will be avenged. In
full. The promise was made mentally because I cannot risk it being
misused, but will be honoured.
vengeance will be for them, and those who have been rendered down into
components (including you, heart of my heart). Not forgetting those who,
like our anonymous mothers, were simply discarded as worthless.
will be sweet, and Nemesis will be unexpected, swift and merciless. You
are Justice and I am Nemesis.
Word Count: 903
Full Critique Acceptable.