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 #24
“15 seconds and WE. ARE. GO,” Rhamshot shouts holding up a black gloved hand in the air, five fingers spread, until they are pulled in one by one and fuck, that single second before the explosion. That flicker, the kick in the gut, the grind of the teeth, the clench of the jaw and the nerves, the nerves never fade, no matter how many times you do this fucking job.
By Outrun Stories7 years ago in Futurism
Outrun Stories #23
“Why do you say it?” the teenager asks as he pulls his leather gloves tight on his hands. “What?” he pauses, looks around, the headlamps from the Porsche piercing the night and reflecting a metallic hue off the shipping containers that rattle in the background with the rain.
By Outrun Stories7 years ago in Futurism
Outrun Stories #22
Hope’s a funny kind of pain. I mean, in comparison to everything else it holds its own. You can be bruised and battered and hammered into the fucking ground with bullets and bats and fuck, that all hurts like hell, but hoping that it will end. Hoping that something better is coming. Hoping that you’ll get out. That’s a different type of pain all together.
By Outrun Stories7 years ago in Futurism
Outrun Stories #21
What the fuck am I doing here, why the fuck did I even take this job? Out of all the jobs in all the cities I end up here with this fucking kid hacking into this rich asshole’s private stash, not my sort of job, but Backstorm isn’t the sort of guy that you just walk away from when he makes you an offer.
By Outrun Stories7 years ago in Futurism
Outrun Stories #19
“You want me!?” She screamed, bruised, burnt, torn and panting, holding the shotgun against her shoulder and leaning her back against the door being smashed down by those things, the monsters that came out of the night and have been tearing the city apart.
By Outrun Stories7 years ago in Futurism
Outrun Stories #18
“Let’s get down to brass tacks, Taurino. We all know why we’re here, and what we’ve got to do.” The boss raises his hands to his chin and looks our lead rival dead in the eye. A face off? Just more macho bullshit if you ask me, but at least it’s going the way Taurino said it would.
By Outrun Stories7 years ago in Futurism
Outrun Stories #17
There’s that look in her eye, I’ve seen it a million times before. That glint that reflects the neon hue of a million different lights as she looks down and over the city and she turns and it’s there, like she’s absorbed the light, and then that smile creeps across her face and I know what’s coming.
By Outrun Stories7 years ago in Futurism
Outrun Stories #14
This is it, I’ve decided and there’s a smile in there somewhere, for everything that she put me through, I know I have to go back. What’s it been, three years? Every day for three years she’s been in my head, I’ve denied it for so long. Make the change, right, change is good?
By Outrun Stories7 years ago in Futurism