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Interstellar Farmer (Hometown Heroes)

Posted: Wed Oct 16, 2013 9:31 pm
by Sunner
The parade for my return to my hometown was to be expected. Not many small, Midwestern, farm towns could claim an interstellar traveler as a native son. The fact that I had been gone for years and had long ago been given up for lost, only made the celebration bigger. As I considered just how very appropriate it was that everyone in the town, and all the farmers and their families from miles around, had gathered to welcome me home, I activated my homing beacon. Soon, the combine harvester ships of my new friends swept down and began their work.

Re: Interstellar Farmer (Hometown Heroes)

Posted: Wed Oct 16, 2013 11:05 pm
by Flintknapper
it reads angry. I am not saying it is a bad thing, but it seems like the narrator does not like his hometown much. Perhaps, he was unpopular before he became a sensation and now he feels resentment that they only accept him because he is famous??

Interesting.

Re: Interstellar Farmer (Hometown Heroes)

Posted: Thu Oct 17, 2013 12:17 am
by Sunner
...or possibly was integrated into an alien intelligence whilst travelling the "great unknown"...

Re: Interstellar Farmer (Hometown Heroes)

Posted: Fri Oct 18, 2013 11:50 pm
by will write for beer
Sunner wrote:...or possibly was integrated into an alien intelligence whilst travelling the "great unknown"...
that was my thought...

Re: Interstellar Farmer (Hometown Heroes)

Posted: Sat Oct 19, 2013 12:04 am
by strawman
Or the anger could be an alien demonic force. Intergalactic word has it that Ashurbanipal was merely the punier of twin brothers. Someone please call David Levine.

Re: Interstellar Farmer (Hometown Heroes)

Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 8:54 pm
by gunsofchekhovia
She thinks my tractor beam's sexy.

Loved. I did not feel it "reads angry," but rather reads as mostly indifferent, which I guess is how you'd be if you suddenly found yourself part of a collective intelligence. I also like the idea of all those small town folks trying to "grow where you're planted," never thinking about who or what would come to harvest them some day.