Sci Fi
From Under the Blue Sun
Universe: Kalazus Location: S’abdi; unknown Time: Year 308, first human paron (app. 308 years post-industrialization) S’abdi, the realm of spirits. It’s stretching cerulean plains born of the blue comet, its cities built by the father of the angels. In the southern center lies Kharoshka, city of Basur - the incarnations born of the magic of the foretold blue sun. Its cobblestone streets and buildings grey with once living rock was a canvas for all of the vivid and vibrant beings that stumbled across its path.
By Eddie Salva4 years ago in Fiction
Protocol 64-54
“Front door alert.” The melodic voice calmly announced as Julianna stirred in her bed. Her stark black hair was a bold contrast to the bright white farmhouse comforter set that seemed to envelop her. She lifted her left wrist bringing her smartwatch screen into view. 3:14 am. Julianna snuggled back into the warmth of her blankets, refusing to rise early on a Sunday. She made a mental note that she would need to have Alice serviced on Monday. She would set a reminder when she awoke.
By Dr. Constance Quigley4 years ago in Fiction
Mystery of the Nile
My eyes opened just enough to peek at the numbers on the digital clock on the dresser. It read: 7:38 AM. On any other day of the week, I would be rushing around getting ready for my first appointment, but one morning a week I reserved for myself. Being self-employed, that day was Monday, and I loved my Monday mornings. I stretched and reached for my phone, automatically opening my email to check for urgent messages. I paused. No, this was my morning; email and business could wait until after lunch. The morning was mine. I smiled and sighed indulgently as I allowed my phone to drop onto the rug. I rolled over and stretched my legs to the cool spot on the bed as I snuggled my head into the blankets to block out the sunlight leaking through the curtains.
By Jennifer Plaster4 years ago in Fiction
The Outlaw
Fearghus looked to the North, shielding his eyes from the sun as the sands began to obscure his surroundings, stirring up from the earth in great orange waves. He pulled the black bandanna over his nose and with a nudge from his spurs, urged Thicket away from the patch of dessert thistles she was munching at. Reluctantly, teeth full of the spiny, turquoise flowers, Thicket obeyed and headed East.
By Mckayla Eaton4 years ago in Fiction
