Sci Fi
Silent Whispers Chronicles
Discovery and the awakening of long-buried secrets. EPISODE 2: The Journal’s Secrets Amara awakens the day after the chaos at the bell tower, haunted by fragmented memories of the night before. The journal she retrieved sits on her desk, its cover marked with intricate symbols glowing faintly under the morning light. She hesitates to open it again, fearing another onslaught of alien visions, but the whispers she heard in the tower seem to linger in the air around her.
By Raymond Bentum2 years ago in Fiction
The Pussfellows
By Rick Hartford Chapter 2 The atmosphere in the room was suddenly electric. Humming. Hank, standing in front of Lord Byron’s desk, realized that the hair on his neck was standing straight up. All his sensations: His clammy hands, the dim copper light, the rancid smell of rotting fish, were suddenly sharp, like running your thumb over the edge of a straight razor and watching, fascinated, as a trickle of blood drops to the floor. He turned and saw that there were four more Pussfellows in the room with them. It was suffocating. Lars, in the corner, was no longer smiling. His right hand was resting on his thigh, just below his hip, just under the handle of his pistol.
By Rick Hartford2 years ago in Fiction
Tera Galactus Chapter 3
Mu and Hoftis could still smell the battle on their clothes as they wandered the streets of New Dantham. It was unlikely for word to have traveled to this town faster than they had, yet each civilians’ eyes felt like they measuring the weight of the duo's sins. They were deserters now. Mu looked up at Hoftis to see how he was holding up. The Thraxian medic was in bad shape. Medics are expected to see their fair share of death but what happened back there wasn’t something he wished upon his worst enemies. Hoftis was slender for a Thraxian. His scales were not as rigid as most of the others Mu had seen and his under skin seemed to have a more rubbery-gel texture to it. His legs were by far his most impressive feature, densely packed with muscle and long enough to produce a mean stride. Throughout Mu’s examination of his new partner, he had noticed his body twitching an inordinate amount. As his eyes made their way back up to the Thraxian’s face, he noticed that Hoftis was struggling to keep his wits.
By A.C Hofstetter2 years ago in Fiction
Tera Galactus Chapter 2
The dreams forced their way into Merrick’s mind as she drifted between states of consciousness. Visions of blistering light and inescapable inky nothingness fought for control of her senses as she navigated the torrent of information. She felt herself on a battlefield with rivers of stars leaking from corpses on the floor. She saw strange people desperately fighting against a figure of physical shadow. The figure turned to stare at her, and she fell backward into a new dream.
By A.C Hofstetter2 years ago in Fiction
Tera Galactus Chapter 1
“In the name of the Vanguard, I order you to stand down.” Faltis stood in the mouth of the sunken grotto, unconscious mercenaries strewn about at his feet. Poor souls sent out to die in a war they had already lost. Darve and Yenbig had made quick work of the paltry recruits who were used as fodder to face the Vanguards best. The mercenaries’ leader, a lieutenant of the final warlord to have perished, spat vitriol like acid at the men here to arrest him.
By A.C Hofstetter2 years ago in Fiction
the mission
Toomi squinted and raised her hand to shield her eyes. Tendrils of ion-excited plasma crackled a brilliant green as they stretched across the sky. A deep rumble followed, rolling from the distant mountains down into the valley where the landing party had set up camp. Precision sensors on titanium poles beeped in discomfort as the charged particles made their invisible way down to the surface. A tingle in her fingertips and toes followed each terrifyingly beautiful display.
By H.G. Silvia2 years ago in Fiction
The Price of Yesterday. AI-Generated.
Chapter 1: The Carnival of Lost Souls Sarah Matthews was no stranger to the impossible. As a quantum physicist at Cambridge University, she'd spent her career probing the boundaries of reality, seeking answers in the spaces between moments. Yet nothing in her academic training had prepared her for the sight that greeted her on an otherwise unremarkable Thursday evening.
By Shane D. Spear2 years ago in Fiction
Jack Done and the Ether glove
Chapter 1: Arrival at Argos Station Another day. Another urgent email. The screen in front of Jack Done pulsed faintly with a metallic gray glow, displaying endless graphs, messages, and notifications. Jack, a mid-level analyst for a sprawling interstellar multispecies corporation, rested his head on his hands. Amber-gold eyes with dark circles beneath them stared wearily. His short, freshly shaved face mirrored the sterile environment of the office. Surrounded by semi-transparent screens, he hadn't interacted with a living soul since he arrived at work. The only sound was the constant hum of data-processing machines. Just another day in a monotonous chain of identical days. Or was it?
By Vlad Cohal2 years ago in Fiction
