Hi all I'm K.T. Seto and I play what if. I write Speculative Fiction with a paranormal bent and joined Vocal as a way to write stories that aren't tied to my other works.Vocal is for the odd bits that don't fit, so hang on for the ride.
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. She was holding back her screams, so in this instance, they were right. No one could hear them. But the statement itself? Not right at all. Typical of the all-knowing ‘they’. They say a lot of things that aren’t true. Not that lies bother her particularly, her job is essentially lying. It’s just this statement. Or maybe just the last part, the part about space being a vacuum.
Enhanced In life, knowing where you are is easy but knowing who you are is harder. At least in her experience. This time she had it backwards. She knew her name, Aura, and that was it. A kind of numbness filled her, blunting the edges of her perceptions, but she also felt a sense of urgency. She needed to figure this out. She looked around and frowned, blinking in surprise. She was standing by a sprawling fog covered lake. Not completely covered. Uneven, like a layer of icing spread over too much cake. Thick in places, but thinner in others, so the surface of the water peeked out every so often to reflect the moonlight. Her eye twitched, and she reached a hand up to touch it, frowning. That was odd. There were no lakes anywhere near where she lived. There used to be a couple of manmade ones in her province, back when it had been a state, but there were none there now.
There weren’t always Dragons in THE VALLEY. In fact, until their arrival, no one had even considered the potentiality of their existence. I tell you this, so you understand that when they appeared, no one was prepared, nor did they know what exactly to do with them.
The meeting hall was only half full, but the air felt as close as if there were twice as many beings inside. The small team of researchers sat together in front of the raised dais holding the full contingent of the Galactic Defense Committee’s Science division heads and their assistants. Once everyone was seated a tall being entered the room and walked up onto the dais to take the one remaining chair, the one behind the podium that designated them as the Officiant for the hearing.
A Painted House
Mykola stood next to the low stone wall, looking down over the valley to the inlet. The air where they stood was warm and humid but made bearable by the breeze blowing softly through the trees. Below them the water glistened in the early morning light and the waves moved in their unending ballet of push and pull, eating away at the land in tiny bites. His friend stood next to him, a tall, broad-shouldered man with skin so dark it fairly glowed in the relentless Caribbean sun. He should have felt sad. Lord knew he had reason, but standing here, he finally understood what Andriy said before he left two weeks ago.