Pierpont Buck
Stories (6/0)
Extinction Excused
Long before the Earth was ceded to mammalian control, before mankind would build great civilizations and develop technology to explore the depths of their hubris and reach out to yet unsullied stars, the planet was dominated by the mighty dinosaurs. The only order at play was the natural struggle for survival, a functional ecosystem built from wild chaos and instinct. One could only wonder how far such an ever-evolving world would continue to grow over an infinite expanse of time… but, unfortunately for the inhabitants of this primitive world, this era would soon be cut short. A cosmic accident, an anomaly that all of Earth’s defenses had no means to prepare for, was set to collide with the planet’s surface, resulting in an extinction event on an unprecedented scale. It would seem that dinosaurs were doomed to death by asteroid impact if not for the intervention of yet greater outside forces.
By Pierpont Buck6 months ago in Fiction
Preservation
Drake Zenith slowly opened his eyes. He had closed them in the wake of the tumultuous shaking and turbulence of his travel, afraid that perhaps he had miscalculated in the calibration of his transport and had doomed himself to oblivion. The shaking had ceased, however, and he was still alive to acknowledge such a fact. He quickly examined his instruments to assess if any damage was sustained and to ensure that he was at his proper destination. The many blinking lights and flashing numbers told him precisely what he needed to know: he was where he needed to be. This included, of course, at what precise time he had arrived as well, for this vessel had been specially designed to traverse both time and space, to venture into what has been known and recorded but heretofore out of reach: the prehistoric age of the dinosaurs!
By Pierpont Buckabout a year ago in Fiction
Into the Unknown
A harsh cough brings a hunter back to consciousness from the void of a dreamless sleep. He holds a hand to his throat as it's cleared of obstructive fluids, as if he could coax more water out of his lungs with his own handiwork. In doing so he feels a strange surface beneath his prone form, pliant to the pressure of his weight and composed of millions upon millions of coarse particulates. In his groggy, recently awakened state, he has trouble understanding the nature of his new environment, let alone how he arrived in this place.
By Pierpont Buckabout a year ago in Fiction
The Great Wild Wonder
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through her window. The minuscule crack in the barricades before her shared an amazing story of color and vibrant life, a whole universe that defied the sterility of her home in its primal beauty. She saw the greens of jungles, the flittering, colorful wings of fauna in flight, and the shuffling of underbrush as hidden creatures held secret meetings. There was so much out there that refused control or containment that fascinated and amazed her in its freedom. Whenever she was given time alone she would find herself peering through this heaven-sent flaw in the fortified surroundings meant to keep her safe within these walls. Well, she was told this bunker was meant to protect her at least.
By Pierpont Buckabout a year ago in Fiction
Adaptation
Peter was standing in his doorway, bathrobe lazily put on and tied loosely around my waist, scratching the disheveled hair atop his head and staring from his open door at the source of the buzzing noise that had woken him up so prematurely. It seemed to be a set of four drones, each slick black in color save for a glowing red light affixed to the front and held aloft by sets of whirring propellers, all working together to carry a large package just above his doorstep. After appearing to acknowledge his presence at the door with a whistling sound shared between them, the machines released the harness holding the container and ascended to destinations unknown. As the large box dropped to the ground with a thud, Peter focused less on the delivery itself and more on the carriers, watching them fly away just as soon as they arrived. When their disruptive noises had dissipitated, he turned his attention back to what they had left for him. He saw no packaging label, no return or forwarding address, just a logo that read "M-X Inc." No shipping or delivery company he had ever heard of, certainly, but it had to be at his place for a reason. Too tired after his rude awakening to consider the possibility of hostile intent behind this package, Peter picked it up with a groan of effort from its surprising weight and brought it inside.
By Pierpont Buckabout a year ago in Horror
Soft Claws
Nefagar stared at the small creature before him, babbling and cooing on its back as it lay on the forest floor. Its skin was so soft and pink, with such weak little limbs flailing in the air and a bit of drool dribbling down from its tiny mouth. In comparison to his own immense, majestic form, the thing was truly and utterly pathetic. No claws, no scales, no wings, no tail, and certainly no fangs in that gummy orifice it was wailing from. Nefagar sneered at such disgusting weakness as he got a whiff of its scent and knew for certain what this puny gremlin was: a human. Even when hunting outside of human encampments, in the depths of untamed wilderness, he still had to deal with the little menaces. Their kind truly seemed to infest this world in abundance over the last several thousand years, claiming ownership to territories populated by dragons long before the apes began making tools and shedding their fur. This one, however, seemed to be one of their offspring, a mewling babe left on its own.
By Pierpont Buckabout a year ago in Fiction