Mmm. SteamPunk . . .what can I say? I have given it a go. For those who don't know what SteamPunk is, it is an alternative reality where technologies are in existence. I guess it;'s a mix of fantasy, sci-fi and history, usually Victorian. Well here's my effort for the Dirty Goggles Blog Hop run by those pesky SteamPunkers bullishink., Ruth Long
which I don't think I have had the pleasure and Ash Viper himself, Steven
I wish I could say it has been fun but at least the challenge is now over and I can sleep better tonight. Not sure I have captured the whole SteamPunk genre correctly but it's all I have so, in the woods of Woody . . . . play nice. xxx
Title: An Adventurous Soul
Word count: 698
Author: Lizzie Koch
An Adventurous Soul
“Now, Barnabas, tell me about yourself,” Clara asked placing
his application down on the walnut desk. She leant back in her leather chair, a
look of faint interest fleeting across her face.
“ I've been interested in air ships all my life. My father
flew the very first one for Queen Victoria’s coronation and I would like to
follow in his footsteps. I also have been creating my own designs for longer
but quicker flights.” He fumbled in his leather satchel, pulling out papers
that appeared slightly crumpled. Clara’s flicker of interest belied her nonchalant
manner as she remained motionless causing Barnabas to hastily put the papers
back in his satchel.
“I guess working for the Corporation is far better than
being one of the endless drones working in the mines. But we do need them. This
is the age of steam after all and what is steam without coal?” A small smile
threatened to crease her strawberries and cream complexion before disappearing to
her stern school mistress approach. For someone so young, Clara appeared much
wiser than her years; her mannerisms and dress were conservative even for an
older woman. On Clara, they appeared to age her. But Barnabas could feel the
attraction to her regardless.
“Is that your Imp?” Barnabas asked as a little creature sat on
the desk, eyeing Barnabas suspiciously.
“Yes. And when you sign, you’ll be assigned your own Imp. They’re
very useful creatures and I don’t see how anyone survives without them.” She
petted his head affectionately and for the first time showed real emotion,
before turning back to Barnabas. “So you see yourself as a pilot?”
“Yes, flying across great oceans, finding new technologies.
I have heard that there is a material out there that will change the industry.
I aim to find it, harness it and become wealthy.”
“I like your ambition, keeps a girl young; an ambitious,
hungry heart. You will go far.”
“So I have the job?” A broad grin spread across his face
showing unusually white teeth.
“My, my Barnabas; such wonderful teeth.” For the first time, Clara’s emotions were
aimed at him and he felt lifted.
“I have invented the most wonderful contraption which cleans
your teeth. It is a prototype at present and I have an audience next week with
“Yet you still want to fly a run of the mill airship?”
“Oh yes. Flying is in my blood. Inventing keeps me sane.”
“You are quite the appealing character Barnabas. Let me take
you on a guided tour.” She linked her arm in his which fitted perfectly as they
strode around the house. Clara chatted comfortably, pointing out architecture
and features as Barnabas took it all in. They walked up the ornate staircase to
a set of large oak doors. A range of clicks and hissing could be heard as the
many locks opened before the wooden doors sprung wide, revealing a room full of
portraits of what looked like Clara. She never seemed to age.
Bookcases covered one wall from floor to ceiling but there
were no books. Instead, there were little wooden boxes, some more decorative
“Take a seat Barnabas.” There was one simple wooden chair
and Barnabas sat as Clara set up a camera. “Once we have your photo, you are an
employee of the Corporation and you will be given your own Imp.” She pondered
over the boxes, selecting one as her Imp was ready to take the photo.
“ I've never had my photo taken. Despite all the technological
advances, the myths of photography are strong.”
“Oh Barnabas. You don’t believe all that nonsense of cameras
capturing your soul.” She gave a light-hearted chuckle and Barnabas relaxed.
The Imp pressed the button and a flash filled the room,
leaving a faint smell of burning. Barnabas watched helplessly as the flash swirled
around his body, dragging his essence from him, drifted back towards Clara
where it settled in the box. Clara closed the lid.
“Thank you for your soul Barnabas, my secret to eternal
youth. Unfortunate to lose such a brilliant mind but I’m sure you’ll be right
at home in the mines with the rest of the drones.”