Title: Razorblade
Type: Ficlet
Author: Karolyn Gray <kmgray3@aol.com>
ScifiBB/Chat Handle: Gray3
Rating: G
Spoilers: None
Synopsis: None.
Archiving: Yes
Disclaimers: All Farscape names, characters and other related indicia are the property of Jim Henson Productions, Hallmark Entertainment, Nine Networks, the Scifi Channel and all associated parties. No copyright infringement is intended. Notes: This was not originally written for Farscape, but instead as part of my own original science fiction musings. A friend read it and kept insisting it fit John Crichton and that I should post it to the web. So here you go.
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Razorblade
It cuts through the inky night leaving little to note its passage. Wings swept, all sharp angles, dark skin, bright fire. It dances through the debris, expertly spinning, swinging, gracefully moving with the inevitibility of certain victory or certain defeat. A dive, then a sweeping graceful arc. Quickflash, bright blossoms of color, then no more as it cuts away back into the night, prowling, waiting, once more bearing up its name.
A raven of doom? Or simply a razorblade?
"You are getting better, Crichton. Make one more pass."
I don't know, but she's on my side.
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Type: Ficlet
Author: Karolyn Gray <kmgray3@aol.com>
ScifiBB/Chat Handle: Gray3
Rating: G
Spoilers: None
Synopsis: None.
Archiving: Yes
Disclaimers: All Farscape names, characters and other related indicia are the property of Jim Henson Productions, Hallmark Entertainment, Nine Networks, the Scifi Channel and all associated parties. No copyright infringement is intended. Notes: This was not originally written for Farscape, but instead as part of my own original science fiction musings. A friend read it and kept insisting it fit John Crichton and that I should post it to the web. So here you go.
*****
Razorblade
It cuts through the inky night leaving little to note its passage. Wings swept, all sharp angles, dark skin, bright fire. It dances through the debris, expertly spinning, swinging, gracefully moving with the inevitibility of certain victory or certain defeat. A dive, then a sweeping graceful arc. Quickflash, bright blossoms of color, then no more as it cuts away back into the night, prowling, waiting, once more bearing up its name.
A raven of doom? Or simply a razorblade?
"You are getting better, Crichton. Make one more pass."
I don't know, but she's on my side.
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