Outrun Stories
Bio
Short sci-fi stories in 500 words or less deriving from the Outrun, tech-noir and NewWave aesthetic.
Stories (60/0)
Outrun Stories #47
He stood at the window, glass of scotch in one hand, silk robe wrapped tightly around him, looking down on the neon-city far below, watching all the little people going about their business as he probed them, jumping mind to mind, trying to find something interesting.
By Outrun Stories6 years ago in Futurism
Outrun Stories #46
She always had something about her, if you asked me. I couldn’t ever tell you what it was exactly, but god damn, there was just that special little glimmer in her eye, the sheen of her skin, the tone of her voice. Liberty Falls, that was her name, and she held all the cards.
By Outrun Stories6 years ago in Futurism
Outrun Stories #44
Reckless, that’s what they called him along with countless other adjectives that will probably be best if I left unmentioned. Reckless was always the one that stood out though, that was the one that made my stomach turn and my jaw clench, it was the one that really beamed like a big bright neon sign when I drew him as a partner.
By Outrun Stories6 years ago in Futurism
Outrun Stories #43
The world’s gotta pay, the world’s gotta pay, the world’s gotta pay, just going around and around and around in my head. Look what it’s taken, everything from me, everything and everyone that I ever had or loved and left me this shell, with nothing more than a loaded gun and a grimace across my face.
By Outrun Stories6 years ago in Futurism
Outrun Stories #42
Thousands of us gathered here tonight from right across the stream to see him in person. There’ll be millions more hooked into the feed to try and get a glimpse of him, to hear his words, even if it is in VR form, all they care about is hearing what he has to say, hearing what’s going to be next for us.
By Outrun Stories6 years ago in Futurism
Outrun Stories #41
This was the sort of place you went to die. When youth was all you had left to give, and even that had run out, there wasn’t much else that you could do other than go to a place like this and it took in all sorts. You’d walk in and every time you’d be surprised by all the different types you’d have in there. The amount of people never took you by surprise, but the types certainly did. Business man to family man, down and out to yuppie, I swear I’ve even seen a few clerics in there. Everyone’s got a problem at some time or another, and more often than not, when that problem runs too much, too high, too bad, you end up here and you better hope that you had something decent to sell in that brain of yours, otherwise, that’s when the real trouble would kick-in.
By Outrun Stories6 years ago in Futurism
Outrun Stories #37
A partnership born out of necessity rather than convenience. I hated him, he hated me, but we seemed to get the job done, somehow. We’d make it out of whatever job we’d gotten ourselves into, and you know, sometimes we’d even make a little bit of money. Not this time.
By Outrun Stories6 years ago in Futurism