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[Spookyfish]

Here's the three first paragraphs from a short story I've written, "Martyr". A sci-fi/horror-ish piece.


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This is a suicidal mission. No matter how much we twist it around, turn it upside down and inside out, it is a suicidal mission a long way into the deep desperation that created it. Hell. We’re in a hell; a hell that is not a hell by the boiling lava and the searing heat, but by the demons stalking its twisted fields. It’s terrible.

What, you say? Everything is. Our cities have collapsed in rubble and dust. Our technology has decayed away over time. Our people are scattered and afraid. Our armies are all but obliterated. Only a few pockets of survivalists remain. We are mankind’s last. We are alone in a galaxy we could not begin to comprehend, fighting an enemy we don’t understand.

The enemy. What they are, we don’t know. What they look like, no one knows. None have survived an encounter with them. How they fight, no one knows. There are no traces but the stench of death in their wake. How are we to destroy them? We are outnumbered by the millions. We don’t know what leads them, or how to communicate with them. It’s hopeless. And this is a suicidal mission.

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Any comments (:? It's very long in total, about 4200 words. I can't post the whole thing, as I'm looking for a publisher to publish it. Can't have something that's previously published then, can I ? So, any comments?