Sci Fi

The Chronicles of Terramyr
The Black Keep towers into the cerulean sky, casting an oppressive shadow over the surrounding landscape. High above the townsfolk in Castletown village below, surrounded by black pointed spires, obsidian-sculpted archways, and a twisting maze of dark corridors, King Hothgar Tassedothe, followed by a retinue of men, slowly ascends the steps of a narrow walkway upwards toward the dark dome-shaped structure of the Imperial Council chamber.
By Dylan Crice4 years ago in Fiction
A Readers Dream
Alyssa pulled the car up to the terminal pick up area. She spotted her dad on a double take, this was not the man she knew. His once dark hair had turned to gray, his weight much less then what she recalled. He looked as if he had been ill. She waved from the driver window, his searching eyes spotted her and he came her way. Alyssa braced herself, she didn’t know what to say. She got out and walked to the curb, her eyes downcast. She felt him approaching and looked up, no words were needed. He pulled her into his arms and they both began to sob.
By Amber LeBlanc4 years ago in Fiction
City of Embers
1. A Sylvan Encounter It is generally known that dragons are both the oldest and the wisest creatures to inhabit the Universe. Theirs is indeed a distinction that enjoys special pride of place amongst all living things. Not only do they attain fantastic old age, but their kind and gentle nature has made them the guardians and repositories of the world’s knowledge and wisdom. On a cool mid-October morning just as the leaves were beginning to turn and woodland creatures stirred sleepily in their burrows, the dragon Easton settled down on a rocky outcropping near a small fountain to contemplate his own existence. His long snout, now covered in a dusting of white scales, which have been protecting him for the last four hundred and sixteen years lay on the very edge of the rock so that the smell of the water entered his nostrils and filled his senses entirely. He had travelled far to come to the Resting Place and his limbs were tired and weary. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, drawing in of the world around him and with it, its secrets. He was tired down to his very core. Tired of the universe of men, who were incapable of governing themselves without fight or prejudice. Tired of the years spent trying to teach them of right and wrong, good and bad, of sacrifice and humility. But tired, mostly, of a life spent in studious solitude. Night after lonely night of pouring over books of spells and magic weary with fatigue. He longed - more than anything else - for companionship, for anyone with whom to share his discoveries and experiences. He would be quite content, he decided just then, to fall asleep and never wake up, to drift off with the smell of the best of the world replete in his senses and the sound of the flowing water filling his ears. The idea struck him as singularly unique and he determined to search for the Flower of Sleep that would grant him respite from his lonely existence. So determined, he roused himself from the rock, leaving behind the fast-flowing water and its magical soporific sounds and set about with renewed energy to locate the little flower. He had just turned onto the path that led to the lushest part of the valley, when a faint sound came to him, halting his progress directly. He turned his ear this way and that, testing the air for the ephemeral note that seemed only a second ago so distinct amongst the other sounds of the forest, but heard nothing. He continued on his way and before long it came to him again, soft and sweet and gentle, carried on a leaf-filled breeze that barely stirred the tops of the great trees. Again, he paused and listened. And this time it seemed somewhat closer. He tested the air, this time with his forked tongue and chuckled as he recognised - beyond a shred of doubt - the sounds of a young human child at play. Careful so as not to disturb it, the great dragon crept up to the place where the child was murmuring to itself in a glade of grass, and stood watching it in silence. Seconds passed, then minutes as the great dragon stood there, mesmerised by the musings of a child lost in the trappings of its own imagination. There is nothing more beautiful, he thought, than the happiness of a child spell-bound in a world of its own creation. He might have stayed like that for a long time, were it not that his thoughts turned to the child’s safety and, glancing furtively around, could discern no guardian or parent close at hand. He stepped into the clearing and as he did so, the child turned its saucer-like sapphire eyes up to him.
By George4 years ago in Fiction
Fallen Sun Rising Moon
Day came early that night, if only for a moment. To most of those awake in the land, it appeared the sun, jealous of the moon’s dominance of the dark and eager to claim it as its own, lunged toward the earth before crashing with the sound of a million stones, shattering the forest and mountains beneath it. When the light faded, those who had been roused could only see the lowly blue iridescence of the stars left in its wake, wondering if it had been a dream or if the sun had truly declared war on the night.
By Ethan J Bearden4 years ago in Fiction
Sins of the Son
I was the first of the Scions of Fire, the first chimera spliced into a dragon, but I would not be the last. The feeling of metal crushing between my talons had become as routine as breakfast. It was just another way to start the day.
By S Ward4 years ago in Fiction
Open Your Eyes
Something around you doesn’t want to be seen. I know your eyes won’t let you, but you have to pay attention. Look for a boarded up window that you somehow never noticed one of the boards is a little too new. Or maybe it’ll be a hidden alleyway conveniently placed in an overlapping gap between buildings. Even a manhole weirdly on the grass instead of in the road. Whatever it is for you, no matter how hard, I am begging you, look there.
By Blake Holden4 years ago in Fiction
Ondragon's Hope
In the realm of the unknown where everything is the way it is supposed to be there is a key to the beginning and the end that controls the past, the present, and the future.
By Gabriella Korosi4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 6: Updates are in Order
Jacob stood in the middle of his lab with one hand pressed to his forehead. It had been over two weeks since he had come into work and the changes made him dizzy. Numerous students tapped away at new laptops while others wearing bright new white lab coats were carefully opening boxes with latex gloved hands to remove old manuscripts and lay them out on the work tables. A technician was installing lights overhead and a delivery company was putting together backlit tables along one wall. It was everything he could have ever wanted from the university and a dream come true for any historical preservationist.
By Tina Drechny4 years ago in Fiction
In Counsel With Stars: Book 1
The noise that cracked through the dawn sky awakened the heart of the forest. For 400 years she’d slept, undisturbed—though not for lack of attempt to stir her. Tales of her slumber wafted through the ages like a sweet smell demanding to be tasted, and taste it is just what the nearing villagers did. Men and women, young and old, visited her secluded cave in the high mountains. Some came in large groves while others braved the beast as lone warriors, their sharpest sword prepared to slay the beast if she so much as stirred. After all, what joy can be had in a battle won where only one opponent is awake? But much to their dismay, she never awoke. The only sign that she had not died in her everlasting rest was the heavy breathing that shook the mountain to its core, sending boulders toppling down the sides occasionally killing unaware adventurers mid-quest.
By NatahYah4 years ago in Fiction
The Journeyer and the Pilgrimage for the Origin of Magic
The Origin of the Void Half the city lay in waste, half the city breathed relief, and the woman gone wrong fled to the sky. Adrian mounted his dragon and they leapt into the air after her. The destruction to the shipyard was severe—probably her intent all along. Most of the entire port navy had been sunk, the few ships afloat were badly damaged, still burning or smoking. A mast with the blue and black Fellowship flag cracked and fell into the sea. Wounded and dead lined the shore and docks. The desperate call for “Healer!” sprouted up everywhere. The rest of the living residents had the same flabbergasted look on their faces, as if to ask—did this really happen? Half the city… gone.
By Benjamin Dudley4 years ago in Fiction
Streaming Stanley
I still remember the day we found the proof. Rumor has it that no one ever saw Stanley in real life after that day. We were sitting in recon van 7. Kelly (of course), McGuire, and a new intern named Liz.
By Shawn Ingram4 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 67
I saw two people walking up to our camp , and of course the last two people to show up just had to be my best friends . Good thing I showed up pretty early , or our group would look bad . They arrived about 20 minutes before sun down . At least they weren’t late though , I relaxed a little . Seems to me that I woke them up at the right time . They seemed well rested and ready to go . Instinctively when they first came they started walking towards me but I pointed them in the direction of the check in guard .
By Terrence4 years ago in Fiction