Sci Fi
Eclipse
Introduction An appropriate image from Steampunk Stuff here The music is "Black Hole Sun" by Soundgarden" Eclipse The Aetherwind was on its first flight since the refit. All the power was not taken directly from solar panneling on the balloon body, and it was so efficient it could also run on moonlight and starlight.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Fiction
Chapter One - Meridian Event
The starliner Meridian did not look like a ship designed to survive a war. Its hull was pearl-white and unbroken by scoremarks. Its windows were laid out in long ribbons that let passengers watch the emerald moon, Jhost, roll beneath them like a living coin. The interior smelled faintly of citrus oils and filtered air, engineered comfort masking the truth: this vessel existed to move important people gently between worlds.
By Casey White3 months ago in Fiction
The Selfless Vote
Well, I wouldn’t call them my friends, all these other scholars walking along the great corridors, following each others with their confident look and piercing gaze, hurrying to see, at long last, the blue flame. I remember I was invisible, among them, no one was paying me any mind.
By YonathanJ - Writer3 months ago in Fiction
Somewhere Special. Content Warning.
“Erica, you can do this. This is what you want. Remember?” Talking to myself again, out loud, in the mirror. But I was right. It was everything I wanted. Not having the burden of what I was born with. I could finally have freedom from the expectations and wouldn't have to feel bad about saying no so goddamn much.
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Fiction
MORGAN BLACKHAND: THE MAN WHO OUTLIVED THE LEGEND
2077. Night City remembered Morgan Blackhand badly. That suited Morgan just fine. Most famous Solos eventually became drinks at the Afterlife. Their names survived because their bodies didn’t. Stories became bigger than the people inside them. Details changed. Witnesses lied. Drunks improved the endings.
By Alejandro Arango3 months ago in Fiction
The Unknown Chase
Beneath the colony’s artificial dawn, a weary, scruffy-faced man lay with his eyes closed and pretended the alarm was not sounding. Beyond his sealed window, crews in pressure suits crossed a surface no unprotected human could survive. On the nightstand, dim light caught a bottle of brown liquor, a pack of contraband cigarettes, and a metallic semi-automatic pistol. He rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. It felt far too early, but exhaustion—not the hour—was the problem.
By Jason Morton3 months ago in Fiction
