H.G. Silvia
Bio
H.G. Silvia has enjoyed having several shorts published and hopes to garner a following here as well.He specializes in twisty, thought-provoking sci-fi tinted stories that explore characters in depth.
Stories (20/0)
Outpost
Three weeks didn’t sound like a long time when the chit printed with an offer too good to pass up. No mega-corporations were still paying well for exobiologists, but the government swooped in with grants and resources to keep us working. I didn’t like working for the Jackboots, but with hopes of starting a family, our options were limited. We jumped on the transport at Calisto Station and got straight to work. A twenty-one-day stint on an uncharted alien world cataloging flora and fauna was precisely the sort of hazard-pay kush job Sil and I needed.
By H.G. Silvia11 months ago in Fiction
Summit
Aspire to summit Reaching upward for the sky Life is this journey
By H.G. Silviaabout a year ago in Poets
Gambit of Eldargarrd
Hypnotic sounds of trilling insects rose and crashed like ocean waves, unseen in the dense fog of Forbudt Mørkskov. Pinpricks of brilliant yellow light flashed. Randomly at first, then slowly synchronized as the Ildflue started their mating ritual. Cracking timber echoed off the valley walls in attempts to betray that which would stalk unwelcome visitors. Oskar Kætter and his boy, Magnus, were those unwelcome visitors.
By H.G. Silviaabout a year ago in Fiction
PILL
Chapter Two Telomeres: A TED Talk The applause abated, and the house lights came up. I grabbed my Bellagio-branded water bottle and stood. I straightened my tie and smoothed my all-access pass lanyard while I waited for Gary to collect his things. He gave me an odd smile and nodded his head toward the exit.
By H.G. Silvia2 years ago in Fiction
JEWEL OF SHINKANSEN
I felt the vibration increase from a constant familiar drone to a higher frequency. An aroma of freshly brewed coffee coaxed me from wherever I had been—a dreamless slumber. The real world coalesced as I shifted my numbed backside in the leather seat. Sounds of others receiving their drinks and asking about the speed fumbled into my brain as I stirred.
By H.G. Silvia2 years ago in Fiction
- Top Story - July 2022
1983Top Story - July 2022
The year is 1983, and I am going to turn thirteen in November. It's the third of June. I have already seen Return of the Jedi five times. I am proud of this fact, at this critical time in my life, as it is currently three more times than my best friend, Kale. His name is actually Justin, but like me, his folks are Portuguese, and it seems like every meal is kale this, kale that. So, I just call him Kale, “Kale of the Kale Family, The family who eats kale.” He doesn’t seem to mind being called “Kale,” and I let him call me “Flinch,” somehow that describes my nervous, distracted nature better than “John.” Life is simple. School and friends and movies and video games. Speaking of games, Kale and I are supposed to be going to see War Games tonight.
By H.G. Silvia2 years ago in Fiction
PASSENGERS
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It was plain to see even from across the lake. This far away from the city, nestled in the valley meant there was no light pollution. This was one of the best places around to see the stars. Our family had been coming to this side of the lake for generations to look up at the night sky. My girlfriend, Sarah, had been begging me to bring her up for weeks. That night was my first trip up in a long while.
By H.G. Silvia2 years ago in Fiction
Emotionally Distant. Morally Questionable.
The son of Portuguese Brazillian immigrants, my dad grew up during the depression, and after dropping out of school in the sixth grade, this dirt poor little boy grew to be a slightly less than dirt poor man. What does a sixth-grade dropout do with his life? He finds work at the various mills that used to soil the skies of Fall River and New Bedford, Massachusetts, back in the 1930s.
By H.G. Silvia2 years ago in Humans
Thanks, Chuck
Growing up in the 1970s and 1980s, as you may have been told repeatedly, was infinitely better than the subsequent decades. I can’t honestly offer an opinion on the prior decades, as I was not alive then. A friend recently sent a photo of the translucent red plastic cups, from the sit-down era of Pizza Hut, with the caption, “Soda in these hit harder.” A bonafide case of someone attempting to elicit nostalgia in me with an experience I don’t recall. I prefer to stick to my own experiences and my own memories.
By H.G. Silvia2 years ago in Humans
Jumpstart
The little blue light blinks a steady rhythm as Apocalypse enters the upper atmosphere. The whole world has been watching this mysterious thing for weeks as it approaches Earth. It hasn’t been classified yet because it isn’t a known celestial object. Not a comet we knew of nor an asteroid we were expecting. Whatever it was, it was heading right for us, and we could do nothing to stop it.
By H.G. Silvia2 years ago in Futurism
