Dakota Rice
Bio
Writer of Science Fiction, Fantasy, and a little Horror. When not writing I spend my time reading, skiing, hiking, mountain biking, flying general aviation aircraft, and listening to heavy metal. @dakotaricebooks
Stories (24/0)
The Sassy Dragon
“You fellas remember that time we slew the dragon?” Sir Maximus asked his three friends, he was the second oldest of the group, a retired knight of the borderland countries. The Sassy Dragon tavern was near full on that eve, barmaids bustled about with drinks and food, laughter and smoke filled the room, barely audible over the din a singer strummed a lute by the hearth. The table they sat was small and round, the same table the four old men had been sitting at for years.
By Dakota Rice2 years ago in Fiction
Intergalactic Espionage
Saren Raethar sprints down the labyrinthine streets of Vandyr, dodging down alleyways and under overpasses, winding about in all manner of disconcerting directions in the hope of losing her tail. Always she feels their presence, no matter where she turns, whenever she thinks she’s finally safe, they gain on her. The city smells of ozone and shit, the sky is dark, not of night but from the low layer of smog that lingers always above the metropolis moon, the humidity is thick and acidic. Saren’s skin beads with sweat from the chase. She’s never seen her hunter in full, only brief glimpses of the black armor of an Impyrial Executioner.
By Dakota Rice2 years ago in Fiction
Cosmosis
General Brennar Houph stared out the viewport of his Impyrial dreadnought. Amidst the everblack of the cosmos without the Slaughterer’s wide viewport hung a massive gaseous nebula, all crimsons and rubies, aegean hiding in its depths. From within the nebula a gargantuan vessel of unregistered and unrecognizable design had emerged out of the immense interstellar speeds of light-skip. The ship was larger even than Houph’s two kilometer long dreadnought, bigger even than some of the hundreds of moons in the Cyrelin System.
By Dakota Rice2 years ago in Fiction
Celestial Hell
I woke not in my bed but horizontally strapped to a stiff backed cold metal, my head screaming, my body covered in sore muscles. Streaks of light flashed past the small viewport without which was nothing more than black slivers and all the rainbowed colors of the cosmos, the blurring of light-skip I had so often seen before.
By Dakota Rice2 years ago in Fiction
The Great Brain Robbery
I awoke to the rumbling lion’s roar of an engine. Blinking away bleary vision and a searing headache I found myself surrounded by tanks filled with ominous pink blobs. I was sprawled inside a long chamber, the ground beneath shuddering from what I could only assume to be a locomotive’s powerful coal fired mechanisms, as my vision came into focus I saw within each of the tanks, raised on podium each, held the globulous orb of a brain.
By Dakota Rice2 years ago in Fiction
Flying My Father
In the winter of 1998, my Father and I watched the original Star Wars trilogy together. My Dad’s decision to show me these films at such a young and impressionable age changed the course of my life, then in the spring of 1999 The Phantom Menace came out, and I was all in. Everything I owned was Star Wars themed, entire days were spent romping through the acres of rainforest behind our house playing with plastic lightsabers, chased by pretend Tie Fighters while piloting my own imaginary X-wing between the maples and pines of the Pacific Northwest.
By Dakota Rice2 years ago in Confessions
Camp Quesadillas
The street stretched out straight and flat for the first time in hours. The sun blazing upon the northern islands scorched the flesh of my shoulders and neck despite the layers of sunscreen I had lathered. Sweat beaded beneath the cheap foam of my helmet, dripping to sting my eyes already watering from a morning of wind blast.
By Dakota Rice2 years ago in Wander