Andy ortega
Bio
I love writing fantasy and sci-fi but I also write the occasional heartfelt drama. I hope to connect with many writers on this platform and write amazing stories for everyone.
Stories (11/0)
The Judas Kiss
"Oxygen levels normal, carbon levels normal, gravity .3% heavier than Earth’s. No toxicity in the air detected, no harmful viruses or germs in the air detected, UV levels are non-threatening. Temperature within survivable standards, all other tests have verified that this planet is within survivable standards even without a survival suit. You can take off your survival suit if you so choose Commander Wren."
By Andy ortega4 months ago in Fiction
The pup
The bandaged wound on my wrist itched terribly but I did not remove the wrappings. I was afraid of what I might see. I hugged my knees closer to my body as the cold air encroached on me. It was a basement, with a concrete floor and metal door. No chairs, no bed, no blankets. Just a plate of raw meat on the floor next to the door. I turned away in disgust.
By Andy ortega4 months ago in Fiction
The Skylands Pt.4
I had always enjoyed flying through the clouds. You truly felt one with the sky, especially in a plane. We had been flying under the blanket for about ten minutes now. Another five minutes and we would reach our ascension point, and most likely any enemy ships the pirates sent to intercept us.
By Andy ortega4 months ago in Chapters
From The Abyss
The Niflheim wasn’t as comfortable as a commercial ship that transported civilians between Earth, the moon, and Mars. It wasn’t as comfortable as military escort ships either. Hell, even cargo ships had better accommodations than the Prison ship Niflheim. Only the very basic necessities were given to both guards and inmates. These particular inmates proved themselves extremely resourceful after acquiring a tech pad from a corrupt guard and using it to hack into the cells causing a mass breakout.
By Andy ortega4 months ago in Chapters
The Skylands
The CHARGER, Its slick steel hull and sharp horn-like front, made it one of the most intimidating ships in the skies. I stood at the loading dock where the ship was moored, looking around as the whole hangar was buzzing with activity. Men and women loaded crates of ammo, food, and medicine onto the ships. Engineers checked over their ships a final time to make sure everything was working properly. Pilots gearing up and making sure their flight suits were in working order.
By Andy ortega4 months ago in Chapters
Never Forgive Never Forget
My shirt stuck to my body and my jeans felt noticeably heavier than they did earlier that day. The rain was coming down hard, pelting my face and forcing me to squint. The sound of the high tide roared as the waves crashed into the cliff. The bright flash of lightning followed by the loud boom of thunder jolted me from my petrified state.
By Andy ortega4 months ago in Fiction
The Skylands
I’ve heard stories about The Surface. Fantasies really, land as far as you can see, no edge in sight. My boots clanked loudly against the metal floor. The wind was strong today, I buckled my cap and slid my goggles over my eyes. I walked out of the passageway and was greeted by the railing that lined the outside of the city. I leaned over the railing and looked out at the endless expanse of clouds and sky. A flock of Morlos flew not far from me, the four-winged beasts were impressive. They were as big as a military crawler. You could probably fit a dozen men on its back and still have plenty of room to spare. Its long neck and wide mouth along with its half-dozen eyes made it an excellent hunter. How the people of the southern islands tamed those beasts is still something no one else has been able to figure out. Many consider them the rulers of the skies, even by themselves they are quite dangerous but their flocks usually number in the thirties or forties.
By Andy ortega4 months ago in Chapters
The sound of life in this land of death
White wisps escaped my mouth. I pushed the butt of my rifle against my shoulder and steadied the barrel on the snowy berm. The white buck was hard to spot in the valley of snow. Its small black eyes were the only thing that gave it away. It stomped on the snow with its front legs and shoveled with its long mouth. It was hard to come by plants in this eternal winter. There were still quite a few trees but plants, shrubs, and the like were almost impossible to find. I aimed at the base of its neck and pulled the trigger. A loud bang echoed in the valley.
By Andy ortega4 months ago in Fiction
