Adventure
The Tail of Thorns
The call rang out from the crow’s nest. “Two ships spotted! Both flyin’ the colors of the Kaokuro Empire!” As word of the sighting spread across the ship, the deck began to teem with the sailors on board. Escorted by two warships, the ship christened The Star-Bound Bounty hailed from the Empire of Thorns, and carried with it a mission of grave importance. Those onboard were proud members of the Dodeeja race, a species of evolved rodents resembling bipedal rats. The Empire of Thorns was heralded as the most advanced among those in the known world.
By Edgar Kingmaker4 years ago in Fiction
The Tail of Thorns
Far from the verdant shores of Dodanjuka, and across the Dan’utto Sea laid Izzoduka. Along the northern shores of this largely unexplored continent were the Outlands of dodeeja expansion. The Outlands teemed with barbarians and ferocious monsters which made it a dangerous location, and slow to settle for cultured dodeeja.
By Edgar Kingmaker4 years ago in Fiction
A nuclear catastrophe lying in the Himalayas
When the world of the 1960s was going through an escalation of the cold world war because of geopolitical tension and the race for nuclear arms- an incident in Asia happened that has the potential to not only destroy the lives of billions living there but can also harm the world greatly.
By Rkreations4 years ago in Fiction
Kingdom of Tairius
"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say." Or at least that's what my dad says. He used to say that to me and my brothers after he had an argument with my mom. "Don't tell your mom I said that." he would also say that too. He works as equipment maintenance inspector for many of the moon's mining companies. Mining teams go up there to each moon for materials that the may deem valuable. Even on the moon, you can't escape the greed. Many of the nations seek territories and building city upon them. And with the seeking of territories comes territorial conflicts... war. His last cycle was on third moon "Oniel" (On- e- el). If you don't know, a cycle is basically a three month shift. It's pays well enough, and it's better than being in the Lowlands trying grow plants out of nothing" he says. My mom hates when he go off world. Especially, when we were kids and she was left with four boys by herself. We didn't make it easy. Not that we we're trying make it hard. I mean, we were boys. But she's been less pressing about it a last couple years since everyone is out of the house except me. That was until my brother Pearson and I were recruited to go to the Tairius (Ty-ree-us) University. It's the reason why I'm writing this stupid essay... because the professor (yes you), wants us to write about our "life experiences," which I think is stupid! And I don't care if does read this part! There! I said it.
By Tamron Harrison4 years ago in Fiction
Grasping at Space Dust
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. That’s why a spacewalk is Theta’s location of choice to have a good think. And a good scream. She gives her tether one last yank, and steps out of the space station’s artificial gravity into the nothingness. Twelve years of training have made her accustomed to the way her organs shift when she leaves gravity behind, the way the pressure on her lower back releases as her vertebrae stretch out.
By Vinny Panepinto (they/she) 4 years ago in Fiction
A Swine's Greed
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The dark, devoid-of-life endless sky was unfolding itself on the shuttle's window shield. The turbine's flame was beginning to fade away as the shuttle's speed declined sustainably. A girl with a seemingly tired look was gazing at the serene scene that was spreading out in front of her sight.
By Harrys Stratigakis4 years ago in Fiction
The end of human zenith.
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Neil Huxley's shriek echoed inside his suit as he took in the last of his oxygen supply. He was floating helplessly in the emptiness of the boundless place called the universe. He looked on, as the craft he called home for several decades, sailed away in the sea of blackness, leaving him on his own. Hopeless, he stopped shouting, he stopped moving. He could only observe.
By Abdullah Rajput4 years ago in Fiction
New Worlds
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. That didn't stop Cersei from using her last breath to raspily whisper "Marek" as her mind collapsed unconscious, floating exposed in the cold and dark of interstellar space. The debris of the colony fleet danced and flickered, twinkling like the stars in the night sky, illuminated by the sparks and fires that now scattered and consumed the remains of the refugee flotilla she had stood on, desperately trying to repair, just moments ago. Surrounded by the demolished ships and the millions of other departing souls that had been her fellow crew-mates, crossing the void for the hope of a new world, She could have sworn, in her final moments, that she heard her the sound echoing off a nearby surface. Was that a voice of the afterlife? Had losing life in her corporeal form opened her up to hearing psychic messages through the ether of space? Perhaps, although she was certain it had been the sound of that faint whisper of her final utterance of her brother's name. But the vacuum couldn't carry sound, could it? With this puzzle and the strange vision of a great leviathan of the void intercepting the asteroid cluster that was disintegrating the rest of the Antediluvian fleet, she let go of the mortal coil and passed out of consciousness.
By Glenn McConnell4 years ago in Fiction
