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A Worm is a Bird and Other Bad<br />
A Worm Is A Bird And Other Bad Things, was<br />
originally published in SFF e’zine, which is<br />
unfortunately no longer with us :( Anyway I thought it<br />
a shame my story died in that way, so have<br />
resurrected it for you to read. It’s from the steampunk<br />
issue 5. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it.<br />
RIP SFF e’zine… (SFF e’zine by Peter Saga)<br />
Amongst the ruins of her ship, crawls Captain Isabel Deckard. She can see<br />
Paris, blazing. They’ve reached Europe. “A woman’s no substitute for the real<br />
thing!” She looks towards a shadow turning into a man, can see the<br />
smugness on her first mate’s face as he offers his hand, to mock her.<br />
“M’lady!”<br />
She growls, “This is no time for blame, Mr. Bailey.” She scrambles to her feet,<br />
pushes him away, and points towards the sky. “I suppose men can fight<br />
gravity? An unnatural gift if that were the case!” Through the smog and dust<br />
of falling debris, they see more Zeppelins plucked, like fledglings crashing to<br />
the war torn streets, once the cultural hub of Paris.<br />
She barks, “Mechanical worms! The laws of science have reversed the<br />
natural order of things. We’re living in a land where worms eat birds!” She<br />
grabs his hand. “Run, Bailey. Or are you immune?” They run far enough away<br />
to see the full damage to the Zeppelin. A home for five months to twenty crew,<br />
burnt beyond the survival of anyone trapped inside. But Deckard didn’t earn<br />
her place without the respect of her men, or most of them, at least. She<br />
begins to turn, in hope that others were fortunate enough to be thrown from<br />
the cabins. “My crew!”<br />
Bailey screams, “Captain, get back!” A tremor underfoot begins to break the<br />
ground beneath until the ship is taken, sliding into a place deeper than it was<br />
designed to venture. It was made for the sky, not for the depths of earth. They<br />
run, avoiding death, like insignificant specs in a landslide. “It’s chaos!” cries<br />
Bailey, dragging his captain, sensing her reluctance to leave her ship.<br />
Other ships are being plucked from the sky. More worms drag a once proud<br />
army into graves, marked only by the craters left behind. The mechanisms<br />
screech, like living creatures, driven by human pilots, trained for terrestrial<br />
conquest. Deckard takes some explosives from her coat, more for comfort<br />
than use. “The world’s turning to ash, and the sky even more so.”<br />
Mr. Bailey draws his rifle. “It would have been kinder, if we’d died with the<br />
others.”<br />
(<strong>CIRKUMFLEKS</strong>)<strong>Magazine</strong> 2.2012