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Life of a Foundry Moth – Short Story (Vote for Part Two)

Welcome back to the second installment of our Choose Your Own Adventure collaborative project. The first post where I explained the project can be found here.

My goal for the beginning of the short story Life of a Foundry Moth is to set the stage. Who are the characters? What are their situations? What do they want? The story grows from there until we reach the end of the first section, the point of no return, and your opportunity to vote for what happens next! Enjoy!

Tesla sighed as she munched on her sandwich. Her legs dangled over the edge of the wide iron beams suspended high above the South Foundry’s superstructure. She could see the red glow of the furnaces faintly between the layers of metal gridwork, copper pipes, and iron beams supporting the massive roof.

There were so many ladders between the foundry floor and the roof that Tesla found it more convenient to carry her supper with her when assigned to cogslight maintenance on the top levels of the foundry. Otherwise, she would spend the majority of her supper break climbing down the multiple steps, ramps, and ladders it took to wind her way down through the metal maze.

The Rafters, the engineers called it. Her supervisor Nielson often assigned Tesla to the Rafters for maintenance, which none of the foundry maintenance technicians enjoyed because of the climbing and cramped spaces the assignment entailed.

Girl 01Even strapped into her bulky coveralls, bulkier boots, tool belt, and satchel stuffed full of replacement cogs, Tesla was smaller than her fellow engineers were and had an easier time moving about. They were almost all men and much older than her twenty years. Seniority had its advantages, she supposed.

At least it is quiet up here, Tesla thought as she finished her sandwich. No one ever came up here unless ordered, usually for maintenance-related activities. Besides, some of her best designs ideas came while she was twisting cogs, and she hoped one of them would get her out of the Foundry Maintenance Division and into the Cogswork Design Facility someday.

The Timekeeper’s whistle blew three short puffs, signaling the end of the supper break for the foundry crew, including the engineers. The sound resonated in some of the gridwork pipes, creating a strange sound like the warbling of iron birds. Tesla smiled at the thought.

She folded up her blue-checked napkin and placed it in her supper tin, closing the lid. Pushing herself to her feet took some effort considering the weight of her gear. Bending to retrieve the satchel of cogs, her prybar swung loose from her belt, clanging into her supper tin, sending it over the edge.

“Well, that’s scrap,” Tesla said as she listened to the tink, tink, tink, as the tin ricocheted off the metal gridwork below. She prayed it would not fall completely through the layers and land in a smelting vat. If she ruined a batch of iron and they had to purify it with more flux, the foundrymen would probably string her up in the Rafters and leave her there until her bones rattled to the Timekeeper’s tune.

Instead, she heard a man faintly say, “Ouch.”

Who the blazes was up in the Rafters with her?

“Did someone up there lose their supper tin?” a male voice asked. It sounded like he was only a handful of levels below her.

“Sorry, I knocked it over when I was packing up.” Tesla leaned over the edge, her blond pigtails swinging free, but she could not see the source of the voice below her.

“Do you want me to bring it up to you?” the man asked her. He sounded young, but she was not certain.

“No, I just wrapped up maintenance in the section of the Rafters. I was going to work my way back down until the shift ended,” Tesla said.

“Then I’ll rest my bruised head until you reach the level I’m on,” the man said.

How hard had her supper tin hit him? “Don’t close your eyes. If you have a concussion and fall asleep, you might not wake back up.” The last thing she needed was for some stranger to die in her work section. She did not think it would improve her chances for a promotion.

“You’d better hurry down and check on me. My eyes are starting to feel droopy,” he replied. Surely he was not mocking her, was he?

He could get wedged if he thought she was going to rush down to check on him, skipping levels of cogslights that needed to be retwisted or replaced. If someone else came up here to do maintenance and found himself in the dark, word would get back to her supervisor. She would never escape this place if a black mark like that landed on her review.

But if an accident was reported, that would be even worse. Damn, damn, damn.

“Fine, I’ll be right down. And for your sake, don’t fall asleep,” Tesla said, gathering up her gear, unhitching her carabineer, and heading for the nearest ladder.

Steampunk 02Tesla found the man leaning against some pipes five levels below her, the back of his curly-haired head facing her. There was no obvious sign of blood, which was a small blessing.

When her footsteps thumped on the grated metal ramp, the man turned his head towards her. She noted how young he was, only a few years older than her, with sleepy blue eyes and a lean build. He flashed Tesla an easy smile, and she narrowed her eyes in suspicion. People did not smile at her when she was wearing coveralls.

“The Constallari sent an angel to save me,” he said, not bothering to stand.

“After I dropped my supper tin on you? That hardly seems likely. Only authorized personnel are allowed in this area. What do you think you’re doing up here?” she asked.

He gave her another easy grin and ignored her questions. “I’m Edgar Endicott, Assistant Researcher at the Brighthurst District Laboratory. How may I address my charming angel?” He offered his hand up for her to shake.

“Foundry Maintenance Engineer. Tesla Spence. Second Class.” She gave his hand two quick shakes before crossing her arms and glaring at him. She wondered if Edgar was lying to her. Only the brightest minds worked directly for the District Laboratory. This young man was up in the Rafters without a hardhat or carabineer, and he was carrying on like a Hightown fop.

“Tesla Spence is a beautiful name. Sadly, the same description no longer applies to your supper tin. Here I was, just looking around for—“ Edgar paused a moment before continuing on. “Just looking around, then from the heavens above I receive such a blow fit to shatter my goggles in twain.” He raised the two pieces of his goggles, which he had been cradling in his lap, up for her inspection.

She frowned at the sight of them. They were not municipal goggles, which she could replace with a requisition form and hefty expediency fee. They were custom-made from Glassblow Row, complete with a quartet of expensive lenses and fine metalwork around the edges. As she watched, a thin wire in the left lens housing broke, the lens fell to the floor, bursting into crystalline shards. There was no way she could afford to replace his goggles.

Edgar must have been able to read her face. “Don’t worry about it,” he said, tossing the goggles into a small cubbyhole.

“What are you doing? You can’t just leave gear up here, even if it is busted.” Tesla stalked over to the cubbyhole, the thud of her boots echoing loudly. She hoped Edgar could hear her annoyance in each step.

As she reached down to retrieve the goggles, a flurry of wings burst from the cubbyhole, startling Tesla. She jerked her hand back as a bright scarlet moth winged into the air.

“Quick, see if you can catch it,” Edgar shouted, leaping up from the floor to swipe at it. “That heterocera caminus is what I’ve been searching for all day.”

Tesla backed away from the scarlet moth, whose wingspan could easily cover her face. She had no intention of touching the giant bug.

“Get out of the way if you aren’t going to catch it,” Edgar said, shoving her out of his way in pursuit of the moth fluttering overhead.

Tesla was knocked off balance, stumbled backwards, and reached for a railing that was not there. She fell backwards off the metal landing and screamed. She clawed at the pipes and beams around her, but her gloved fingers only brushed the smooth edges. She could not gain purchase on anything long enough to stop her descent.

Her body jerked suddenly as her harness rope went taut, halting her downward momentum and instead swinging Tesla sideways into a pylon. Her shoulder slammed into it, followed by her head, the helmet thudding loudly. She reached above her to grab onto the rope and stuck her legs out in front of her before she slammed into the pylon again.

“You okay?” Edgar yelled.

Tesla bounced off the off the pylon with her boots a couple of times before she stopped moving. Her shoulder was already aching from where she had slammed into the metal. She tried to take a deep breath. Was she okay? She looked up and saw Edgar poke his head over the edge of the landing.

“Splendid, you’re okay,” he said, a grin spreading across his face. “I have the carabineer secured to the pipes. Can you help walk up the beams while I pull you up?”

“Just get me out of here,” Tesla said. So I can throw you over the edge myself, she thought.

“Righto, let’s get to it then,” Edgar said, disappearing from view.

A moment later the rope began to move. It took several minutes and a combination of Edgar pulling and Tesla climbing, but they managed to haul her back onto the landing. Tesla stretched out on her back, feeling the chill metal beneath her, and tried to calm her breathing. Edgar’s face appeared above her.

“I thought all angels knew how to fly. Good thing I was around to catch you,” he said, leaning over to kiss her.

Telsa punched him in the mouth. She did not have any power behind it from the awkward position, but it was enough to give him a fat lip. He backed away with a hand to his mouth, and she sat up, her hazel eyes furious.

“What the blazes do you think you are doing? You almost kill me, then you think you can kiss me and make it all better?” she yelled at him. Tesla pulled herself to her feet with her good arm, making sure to stay well away from the edge and from Edgar.

“You looked so peaceful there. Seemed like the kind of thing that happens in storybooks,” Edgar said with a shrug.

Tesla stared at him with her mouth open. “Like in storybooks. That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. I almost died a few minutes ago, and you think a kiss is going to make it better. What is wrong with you?” she asked.

Edgar did not answer her question, choosing instead to poke at his lip, which was already beginning to swell. Served the idiot right, she thought. But then he cast her such a sad puppydog look with his pale blue eyes that Tesla felt slightly guilty about her reaction.

Tesla sighed. “Whatever. I’ve got to report all of this to my supervisor, so pack up your gear. It’s time to get down from here.” She collected the broken goggles, the satchel of cogs, and the wretched supper tin that had started it all. “We’re going down now. You go first.”

The descent down the steps, ramps, and ladders was without incident, although her shoulder ached so fiercely that she had to switch arms to manage the satchel. Edgar had opened his mouth to offer his assistance, but Tesla had glared and him, and he clamped his mouth shut.

Man 02Supervisor Nielson met them at the bottom of the ramp. His mustache was bristling with bottled fury, and Tesla momentarily wondered if dying would have been better than what was coming next.

“Just what kind of circus performance were you putting on up there? The foreman wanted to shut down the shift just in case something went wrong. I told him not to worry. If one of my engineers was stupid enough to get herself killed, we’d just scrape your body off to one side so you wouldn’t be in the way. I thought you were brighter than that, Engineer Spence.” Supervisor Nielson paused to run a hand through his wild hair.

Tesla opened her mouth to explain, thought the better of it, and closed it again.

Nielson wheeled around, turning his brimstone gaze on Edgar. “And imagine my surprise when I see the monkey act in the circus is being performed by my very own nephew. Such a bright boy, they say. Such a great failure, I say.”

“Hello Uncle. A pleasure to see you, as always,” Edgar drawled.

“Don’t give me any of your tomfoolery, lad. I won’t stand for it,” Nielson said. “I’ll never understand how my sister managed to raise a child like you. Mind explaining to me what you were doing up there?”


So What Happens Next?

Here’s where I need you to vote for what happens next.  This is going to be the point of no return for Engineer Tesla.  If you don’t like the options I have provided, please feel free to offer your own suggestions.

I am so excited with all the responses I have received so far. I won’t apologize for taking an additional day to post this because I wanted to give you good quality work to read. There’s still a lot of polishing to do, and please feel free to point out anything I can improve. However, I’m happy with how the project is progressing so far.

49 comments on “Life of a Foundry Moth – Short Story (Vote for Part Two)

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  2. Nate Pebbles
    March 11, 2013

    Is suppose to be a poll here?

    • tracycembor
      March 11, 2013

      Seems like the polls work only in web browsers. If you are viewing the post though a different program, it may not work. I’m not very familiar with Poll Daddy. Let me know if that helps.

      • Nate Pebbles
        March 11, 2013

        Yeah I am looking at it through my iPhone app… So that maybe the issue. Thx

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  4. wonderingsoul21
    March 11, 2013

    Awesome! Well written! Totally enjoyed it! Can’t wait to see what happens next!

    • tracycembor
      March 12, 2013

      Glad you enjoyed it. I hope this is an exciting adventure for all of us.

  5. Jeff Peters
    March 12, 2013

    I’m so excited. I loved all those choose your adventure books! Nice job so far.

    • tracycembor
      March 12, 2013

      Thanks! I really loved Choose Your Own Adventure books as a kid. I’m glad I have a chance to go back and visit the idea.

  6. ridindog
    March 12, 2013

    Neilson fires tesla, she empties her locker furiously! Fast forward to later that evening at the local dive bar tesla is drowning her sorrows and about to get into trouble with some bad guys at the bar when who should show up and come to her rescue? Neilson of course. He be friends her and becomes the father figure she never had. Later on in the story she hooks up with Edgar somehow and they go on to try to find the true secret of the foundry moth.
    Thanks for this story this is cool stuff!

    • tracycembor
      March 12, 2013

      I loved your idea for firing Tesla so much that I added it to the poll. I appreciate the wonderful suggestions and will be saving them for later. ;)

      • donofalltrades
        March 12, 2013

        I like ridindog’s fire her idea, but I like the story to go that while she’s stewing in the tavern, An unknown man is in a pinch. Tesla (I didn’t vote Tesla but…lol) anyway, Tesla, is lured into the pinch by the instigators harassing her along with the stranger, and when the dust settles, she has unwittingly assisted Edgar from getting his clock cleaned and is helping him to his feet when he blindly stumbles into her arms (he doesn’t have his glasses, right?) just as Neilson walks in to find them in what he believes to be a love embrace.

      • ridindog
        March 13, 2013

        Great glad to give some input and help the story progress keep up the good work!

      • tracycembor
        March 13, 2013

        Awesome! I really appreciate the continued support. I hope to get the next section up soon.

  7. nedkelly944
    March 12, 2013

    Excellent. Small point I would down the ‘supervisor’ tag after the first instance> I think everyone from that point will know his position.

    • tracycembor
      March 12, 2013

      Yeah, it seemed awkward to me when I looked at it today. I’ll tidy that up. Thanks for the critical eye. :D

  8. The Word Weaver
    March 12, 2013

    How about a different option: Seeing as this is Tesla’s usual lunch-spot, Supervisor Nielson has probably seen her there before, and completely ignored her; and he continues to do so, taking his nephew with him.

    The reason, some of your options don’t work, are as follows:

    1. Edgar tells Nielson that Tesla is his girlfriend: Using her former reactions as a norm, she’d probably punch him again for that. She’s spunky- she’d rather get fired than use such a lie. I would, were I in her place. Though, if your intention is to get Edgar to seem slightly sleazy and annoying, then maybe that’s the way to go, however, he is your male protagonist, so this probably isn’t the best introduction for him.

    2. Telsa tells Nielson that Edgar is doing research on bugs: Tesla doesn’t seem like a rat. Edgar could have reported her in the first place. The most she’d do, is cattily tell Nielson off with a ‘Why don’t you ask your dear nephew’, or something along those lines, before stalking off.

    3. Edgar tells Nielson that the family has invited his uncle to dinner: This was the option I picked, but mostly because the others don’t quite add up. This tangent acts as a distraction from what happened, especially as the structure of the relation that the two young people are to share, has not quite been realized, and Nielson’s queries only serve as an unwarranted interruption. If you do go with this however, there ought to be an ulterior reason- perhaps a family quarrel that in effect causes a declination of the invitation, or the dinner itself, that uncovers something further about the plot or the characters. He could also invite Tesla to this dinner, if all goes well.

    4. Nielson says he doesn’t care and that Tesla is a finalist in a design competition: serves as a distraction again; however, an un-introduced mention of a competition isn’t completely promising, unless of course it is a requirement for the unraveling of the plot, further ahead. If that is the case, perhaps you should mention the competition in her thoughts as she finishes her sandwich. This will allow for a sense of identification for the reader- the joy of achievement.

    If a dramatic distraction feels like the most natural thing to you, play further on the idea of the moth- it’s importance and significance. A mystery.

    Good luck :)

    • tracycembor
      March 12, 2013

      OMG, thank you so much for all these wonderful thoughts. I really appreciate you taking the time to share this with everyone. You have some great points, and I want to touch on some of them.

      I need something in Tesla’s life to irrevocably change. The outcome of this scene will be the point of no return for her. So I can’t have the guys walk off, leaving Tesla with just a dented lunchbox as proof of her adventure. Something in this scene has to cause the next scene to happen.

      1. Only bad things will come from Edgar lying about Tesla being his girlfriend. Remember, I promised a steampunk adventure, not a steampunk romance.

      2. Edgar just pushed Tesla off a ledge. She doesn’t have any loyalty to him. Besides, she doesn’t know there’s any significance to Edgar searching for foundry moths. Maybe he just wants them for his butterfly collection.

      3. The dinner plot is such obvious obfuscation by Edgar that it feels forced to me. Also, it would require a lot of worldbuilding on my part. I have a good idea what rich people and poor people in Rivenloss do, but middle class people go home and close their doors. I haven’t fleshed out daily house routines and such. Hosting a dinner party also feels a bit cozy-mystery to me too. Still, it would be fun for Tesla to be a fish out of water… or not…

      4. I mentioned that Tesla is working on some designs, so the competition is not completely unexpected. This is one of the times where knowing the end before I wrote the beginning would help with the setup. Since I don’t know if this will be a part of the plot, I didn’t want to put too much in and feel like I was forcing the story down a particular path. I think this probably is a weakness of the project. Let’s see if we can find a good solution for it!

      And I’ll be sure we see lots more about the foundry moths. I didn’t want to put too much symbolism in at the beginning since we are exploring the moths as a concrete thing first. Thanks again!

      • The Word Weaver
        March 22, 2013

        Anytime, really.
        I hope I was of some help.
        Can’t wait for the next installment. :)

  9. Tamara Rokicki
    March 12, 2013

    Sounds very interesting so far. Keep up the good work.

    • tracycembor
      March 12, 2013

      Whew, glad I didn’t disappoint. Thanks for voting so quickly too! Can’t wait to see where the story goes next.

  10. krisdw76
    March 12, 2013

    I’m using Android app on my Nexus tablet, I was able to vote with no problems.

    • tracycembor
      March 12, 2013

      That’s good news. I tried to look at the poll through the WordPress app on my Kindle Fire, and it wouldn’t work for me. Thanks for voting!

  11. darkxx91
    March 12, 2013

    Nielson fires Tesla , then Edgar tells him that she is his girlfriend , still Nielson didn’t change his mind , Edgar still tryes to persuade him telling how good she is at her job.
    Can’t wait to see what’s next :D
    I wish i had you’re talent.

    • tracycembor
      March 12, 2013

      Shhh, don’t tell people that I might combine the top two ideas if I think it will create even bigger problems for Telsa.

      What you’re seeing is just a lot of hard work. Anyone with some friends willing to edit at a drop of the hat can do this. I also have a lot of TV shows to catch up on someday. Most of my non-work, non-family, non-school time is spent writing.

  12. Not quite 40
    March 12, 2013

    Based on experience of a Steelworks…

    The foreman wouldn’t want to shut down a shift – you can’t shut down big equipment like that as it just won’t restart. You might have to clean it out, but you can’t shut it down. Nielson’s response about scraping her body to the side so it didn’t get in the way was about right!

    He said he thought she was brighter than that, so he would be unlikely to fire her … unless the foreman had insisted on it for some reason. She perhaps had seen something she shouldn’t have BUT she was on routine maintenance and anyone could’ve been there.

    Edgar should get a strip torn off him for not having a hard hat on. A lunch tin on the head from a few levels up could’ve killed him, so he probably was lying that it had actually hit him!

    What I reckon would happen next is Nielson wants to know why Tesla was screaming and dangling off a rope, rather than what his nephew was doing up there – apart from being in the middle of the chaos. She says that nephew wasn’t looking where he was going and charged past her, making her lose her balance. She knows Edgar won’t get into any real trouble because of the relationship between him and Nielson; and it deflects any blame away from her. Nielson wants to send her back up to finish the job, but it is too hard for her to climb up with her stuff and a sore shoulder. Edgar offers to help. She wants to tell him to get lost, but Nielson says he has to because his tomfoolery has cost them time on the shift; so Tesla doesn’t get a choice in it.

    • tracycembor
      March 12, 2013

      Thank you for sharing some of your experience with us. This is great stuff! It also reminds me that I should draw from my daytime job, logistics, a bit more too.

      I would love to have a discussion about how much realism is the right amount of realism in genre fiction. Is there a point when accuracy detracts from the enjoyment of the story?

      I want the decision we make to mark the point of no return for Tesla. Whatever happens, she can’t undo it and go back to her normal life. She has to continue to the end of the story so we can find out what her new kind of normal looks like.

      And I just love the word “tomfoolery,” don’t you?

      • breannaldh
        March 13, 2013

        I find that, for me, details that are realistic in a fiction story help me to get interested fast. I’m always looking to learn something new; so the little things help. I also find it interesting when one, or more, of the characters reveals an unexpected skill, or knowledge, that shifts the story causing the other characters to re-evaluate their plans.

        Great start!!

  13. Sphere Me
    March 12, 2013

    I’m so torn! I love the tavern idea and Tesla saving Edgar from his clock cleaning. I also like the idea from “Not quite 40.” I voted for the girlfriend option because I can see Edgar saving Tesla’s butt in that manner, also causing her to be even more furious with him. I don’t guess I’m much help! But, I am enjoying the story!

    • tracycembor
      March 12, 2013

      Let’s hope Edgar’s misplaced heroics don’t get everyone slagged, scrapped, and royally wedged. Thank you so much for voting!

      • Sphere Me
        March 12, 2013

        My pleasure. It’s fun!

  14. F. Kenneth Taylor
    March 12, 2013

    Great passage! I can tell this isn’t gonna be a slow read, I think you book writing style is similar to mine–quick attention-grabber & moves at a fast pace. Oh yeah, it was a nice twist revealing Edgar as Nielson’s nephew!

  15. djkeyserv140
    March 13, 2013

    Intriguing work so far, though I’m a little disappointed my poll choice is currently languishing at the bottom =(

    I did not mention it on your previous post, but the character pictures are particularly awesome. Were these done by you?

  16. sdbmania
    March 13, 2013

    I think you are off to a good start! Looking forward to what happens next.

  17. aquashonda
    March 14, 2013

    Great story.….tell me what you think.

  18. pishnguyen
    March 14, 2013

    Great start! I’m looking forward to reading more.

  19. rastelly
    March 16, 2013

    Neel as a father figure seems neat – I honestly thought he would be a villian with that devilish grin! I like it when imposing figures are more complex then they seem!

    The Girlfriend idea seems funny to me – as in it makes me laugh – mostly because I know how mad that will make Tesla – That really seems like something Edgar would do especially after the
    attempted kiss – Edgar doesen’t strike me as sleezy – I take him for a naive rich
    boy or sheltered scholer – he may be half joking or even being sarcastic when he
    makes the crack about the girlfriend – perhaps he is used to woman liking him and
    takes tesla for granted – to me that is a neutral quality – indicating neither a bad or
    good person – though in tesla’s case a very irritating one –

    Edgar shoulden’t seem too perfect – he is fresh rather then sleezy – he also acts –
    I feel, like he finds himself funny – Neilson might recognise his nephew’s tone and
    not take him seriousily – Edgar may enjoy teasing Tesla in a friendly manner tesla
    will be irritated . . . a lot of potential for humor there –

    Also these moths seem to figure prominently in your story – and they live in the
    foundry – I feel this story should take place in and around the foundry at least
    until the significance of the moths is made clear –

    You don’t have to reveal the secret of the moths – just reveal that they have
    secrets –

    I imagine Edgar saying she is his girlfriend –

    Neel doesen’t believe him and accuses him of playing with bugs –

    Edgar explains why he thinks the moths are important –

    I like the potental metaphor of the moth –

    They make their cocoons in the foundry and fly away –

    like tesla – should she too leave the foundry.

    • tracycembor
      March 29, 2013

      I’m really curious to see what you think of the next section. Nielson wasn’t originally a father figure idea for me, but it has really grown on me in the past week.

      I like your suggestion about how the moths are symbolic. They can indicate change, or they could be a symbol of freedom. However, moths can also be drawn to a flame, which is a dangerous place to be.

      • rastelly
        March 29, 2013

        Hence the near death experience in chapter one ;)

  20. Jessica
    March 18, 2013

    This is such a fun idea! Although I’ll admit when I was a kid I would first find all the endings of the choose your own adventure and then work backwards to choose the story that would get me there.

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  24. Daniel Budiarto
    June 7, 2013

    Hooked. HOOKED! :D

    I know I’m very late, but no matter, I can read more than one installment at once without having to wait too long. What a great idea. I can see why it was freshly pressed.

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