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 #35
“Rico, Rico, Rico,” he says, stood in front of me, clapping his hands slowly. “You’ve done so well! All these tasks we put out in front of you? Flip the bi-neural grid, nicely done in record time. Pull the quantum key from the Saudi’s, no problem. Swap out the 16 strings of the Fed’s network, done like a breeze, and still you’re here!”
By Outrun Stories6 years ago in Futurism
Outrun Stories #34
“This is it then?” She turns to me with that smile, the cloudless, fiery orange sky behind her and that glow of blonde hair. What’s it been now since I first saw that smile? Five weeks? Five years? Who knows, we’ve been caught in a moment for so long now, the two of us, the road and the plan.
By Outrun Stories6 years ago in Futurism
Outrun Stories #33
They creep in the night and the feast on the souls of men. At least that’s what they say, those are the stories they tell you when you’re a kid. Doesn’t change too much when you’re an adult either really, but you tend to believe it a little less. At least most people do.
By Outrun Stories6 years ago in Futurism
Outrun Stories #32
It’s a mid-night sky but since the server towers went down it’s never really got dark. They’re still trying to figure that out, something to do with the amount of silicone dust that was released into the atmosphere. All I know is that I sleep all day, because when I wake up for the new-night, there’s a tyrian haze of deep purple that covers the sky when I step outside and look up.
By Outrun Stories6 years ago in Futurism
Outrun Stories #31
“Turn it up, Billy! Turn it all the way up!” Lothar is screaming at me, and I’m jacking his HAR-D I.C.E as high as it can go. I mean, any second he might have a skitzoid-embolism, it’s almost a dead cert that something in his fucked-up brain is going to go POP any second, but I couldn’t give a shit, he wants to go out like that, let the poor bastard.
By Outrun Stories6 years ago in Futurism
Outrun Stories #29
“Look at that starry night sky,” she says to him as she nuzzles herself into his collarbone. “Yeah, it’s quite something,” he replies, looking up, the hue of purple from the sun, just finally sneaking under the horizon, bringing with it a final moment of colour before the blanket of night falls and the stars start to glitter.
By Outrun Stories7 years ago in Futurism
Outrun Story #28
“And just how do you think you managed to get yourself into this mess, Jimmy?” she says to me like I’ve not been tied to this chair for the last 12 hours thinking about every move I’ve made, everything that I’d done to try and cover my tracks. Fucking invisible, I’ve been invisible, no way they could have known. So, how the hell am I here now about to get my head blown off?
By Outrun Stories7 years ago in Futurism
Outrun Stories #25
“The easy way out?” she asks herself, cruising along the Pacific coast highway, top down, the moist night blowing through her thick hair. “Is there ever any easy way out?” She flicks her cigarette away and watches the embers melt into the night. “I’ve started something here, and now I’ve got to finish it.”
By Outrun Stories7 years ago in Futurism