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Legacy of Ideas
Whispers of dissent broke out in a corner of the room. Uropishi ignored them and continued her presentation. The whispers that had been simmering bubbled over and spread throughout the conference room in chaotic bursts and hisses.
Ash DaviesPublished about 15 hours ago in Fiction
Going Under
She hadn’t always been a monster. Before, she never would have mercilessly slaughtered her ex husband and his new wife. But, as she was quickly finding out, there were a lot of things she never would have done before that she had no qualms doing now. As she watched, dispassionately, the blood that ran steadily down the once blank white walls puddled into the carpet next to the off-white loveseat. In fact, it was the same one that he had proposed to her on. The room was large and spacious, with a 85-inch HD television mantled over the fireplace. It was separated from the loveseat and matching furniture by an opaque glass table that held various knickknacks that only uber rich people seemed to have. The living room was just a short trip down the hall from the parlor room, which housed the front door that she had unceremoniously ripped off its hinges. Her iron tipped nails had shredded skin embedded underneath them. With a small smile, she studied the unrecognizable forms of her former lover and his newest trophy wife, still entwined in what would be their final embrace. Her once warm and kind blue eyes had hardened into ice. Her mouth that once smiled willingly was fixed in a stoic line, lips thinned and white from pressing against her slightly elongated canines that had emerged during the bout of bloodlust. There were many different aspects of her life that had changed after the classified government experiment that had gone so horribly wrong, amongst them her inability to live without the blood and flesh of living beings. She thought how much more merciful it would have been to be incompatible with the demons. Studying her fingers, longer and more elegant than they had been in her previous life, she had to admit the perks weren’t so bad.
Tatyana -Tasha- TiekenPublished a day ago in Fiction
Creating Some Content
Grindopolis was equatorial, but the climes to which Neetra and Joe’s interplanetary teleport brought them would on Earth have been somewhere in the darkest South Pacific. Waves blasted themselves white against a coastline of sheer basalt cliffs, while volcanoes grumbled redly in the distance. All Nereynis would have been thus before the world so much as froze, and the universe itself was still cooling. Lingering vestiges of sunset hung on a sky of luminous black.
Doc SherwoodPublished a day ago in Fiction
Memoria
“Take your time, hurry up / Choice is yours, don't be late” - Nirvana I cling to Maverick’s broad shoulders as we tumble down between the silvery blue streams that represent the bonds of the universe. Space and time, I remind myself, I’m looking at the essence of space and time.
Stephen RoddewigPublished a day ago in Fiction
Moments & Minutes
“Okay nevermind, try that again.” Ten-thirty at night. Patches of blue and black drifted along the countryside skyline. Clara threw her arm out. Stopping Dane from leaning any further to the shisha pipe that sat awkwardly balanced in front of them. Save for Dane’s botched coughing, the garden was almost quiet. Party music simmered from his parent’s house a few hundred feet away. A house he’d been left in charge of for a weekend.
Randall WindlePublished a day ago in Fiction
Tales of the Sentinel Space Guard
The instructors loud, brazen voice immediately demanded the upmost respect whenever he talked. Michael and the others released me and the entire class stood up tall and ready to start the journey of a Sentinel. As we’re standing straight and looking ahead of us, instructor walked through the crowd and personal sized up everyone in the class.
Dante MaroniPublished 3 days ago in Fiction
Winter
I watched intrepidly as my colleagues stared at various computer screens around the lab, trying to pay attention to the fifty-some-odd tasks that went into the current trial. They wore something akin to a hazmat suit, protecting themselves and the delicate machinery that was in the hermetically sealed room. I sighed, my breath fogging the window that separated me from the lab. I’m glad to not be as technically involved this time, as I didn’t care for the full-body protective gear. The suits grew uncomfortably warm after a few minutes of mild activity, and those actually in the room had to wear them for hours at a time. I did it once or twice in the beginning, but I eventually made it a priority to avoid wearing them at all costs. I suppose that's one of the perks of being one of the lead researchers involved, my job slowly morphed into an “overseeing” role as we made more progress and acquired more funding, allowing our initial group of four scientists to expand tenfold. So many new faces are being brought into our little world. I remember when Kelvin Laboratories first opened and I was a much younger man, working in a much smaller lab. They didn’t have as much funding, only taking on smaller projects, certainly not as important as the work I did now. When Kelvin opened a branch nearby, the smaller lab was destined to go under, being unable to compete with the pace that Kelvin was going to set. I left as soon as I could because I knew I was meant for more important work than the smaller lab could offer. Shortly after I joined Kelvin, we made massive contributions to the renewable energy community, thus establishing our dominance in the area and our position as the global forerunner of science and innovation. My specialty was in thermodynamics and much of my preliminary work was in that field. I worked in that path for the first half of my career, harnessing the laws of heat and energy to accomplish incredible feats. I was proud of my work and while satisfied with my current position, sought to rise higher. I thought that the opportunity would never come until I received a “summons” from the administrative council that ran the lab.
Brendan BurnsPublished 3 days ago in Fiction
Life Pods
“Beah, it’s top-secret government work. If anyone found out about what I was doing, I could be done for.” “That’s comforting.”
Beth (Halo) HansonPublished 3 days ago in Fiction
Tachyon 1981
Zuri sat with her ankles crossed and hiding her scuffed Nike sneakers under the church pew as mourners passed her father’s open casket. She nodded with a tight, somber smile as they shuffled over to her one-by-one offering condolences. Ever the brave twelve-year old girl, Zuri never shed a single tear throughout the service; even as elderly strangers squeezed her thin arms and told her how great of a man her father was. That great man was once a promising computer science professor at Purdue University. But lying dead in a polished casket now he was nothing more than collateral damage during a late-night shooting gone wrong. Dr. Francis Fairchild Lawson had been startled by a man hiding in some bushes on campus when a police officer rounded a corner and fired two shots. The first hit the man in the shoulder, spinning him around. The second went straight through Dr. Lawson’s heart and stopped it immediately.
Second Interview: Laurance Lo
For a second time soft jazz sifted through the speakers, and once again the lights came up to disclose Joe taking his ease with a celebrity guest.
Doc SherwoodPublished 3 days ago in Fiction
First Interview: Bolotran Eyes
To a bar or two of soft jazz piped through the amplifiers, the symmetrical silhouette onstage shaded to Joe and one of his interviewees facing each other in leather recliners.
Doc SherwoodPublished 3 days ago in Fiction
All Or Nothing (Continued)
Chapter 7 “Everywhere we go, we hear the same complaints,” Apsu said into his wrist device. He was sitting in a shuttle just outside of one of the mining camps. “leg pain and back pain. They look at me as if I should have some answers, but I’m not a doctor. I don’t know what to tell them.”
Susan WeimerPublished 4 days ago in Fiction
