Sci Fi
Stolen Identity: Chapter One
I sit at my desk at Leigh's Incorporated, where I work in secret protecting the government's secret officers. Nobody knows what we do here; it is top secret. If anybody in the outside world knew what we did, we would be at risk of cloning, theft, and murder. We have a strict company policy, stating the following:
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Fiction
Artemis 9: Part 3
The helicopter roared as its massive, spinning blades seemed to rip through the sky. “So I have some questions,” I say as I gripped the harness around me tightly, “In the car you guys kinda threw a lot at me. I am having a bit of trouble processing everything.”
By Arthur Armstrong4 years ago in Fiction
Pacificalia
Bubble City: a term of derision. Hundreds were planned once - great, domed sub-marine enclosures, colonised by a genetically modified population who were to be the salvation of an overextended world. Then, the phaser-field technology that made it possible found a more exciting application. Instead of looking inward, the heaving hoards of Earth took to the stars in their million in phaser-driven bubbles. Abandoned, the Bubble Cities slowly died until only Pacificalia remained,i ts population evolved to life beneath the waves.
By Malcolm Twigg4 years ago in Fiction
Agency of the 5th World: Head Mission 6 Aftermath: Linda's Requiem (Remix Version) Part 1: The Woes of Linda
Previous Mission First Mission <I do not own Pokémon, Roblox, Club Penguin, or Super Smash Bros. Pokémon belongs to Game Freak, Nintendo, and the Pokémon Company. Roblox belongs to the Roblox Corporation along with any other character ownership rights. Club Penguin belongs to Disney. Super Smash Bros. belongs to Nintendo along with any other character ownership rights.>
By Jeremiah Ellison4 years ago in Fiction
Containment
“Wait. I’m concerned what you heard was: ‘they have no military’. What I said was ‘they have zero militarized presence.’ Do you understand the difference, Emissary?” I shifted my weight awkwardly between all four of my back feet as I checked the translator on my ear to make sure it was working correctly. Diplomacy had never been a strong suit of mine–it was one of the many reasons I’d been stationed out here in the black to begin with—and I was unused to dealing with someone of Emissary Krellik’s high station. Not to mention a species so hard-wired for aggression.
By Bryan Brady4 years ago in Fiction
Swamp Fever
'What you've got there, Finn, is a good, old-fashioned case of trench-foot'. Sanderson probed the sole of the geologist's pall-white foot with a surgical spatula, drawing a wince. 'You've got to keep your feet dry out in the field, you should know that.'
By Malcolm Twigg4 years ago in Fiction
Two Sides of the Coin
"Two sides of the same coin, you and me." The speaker sat scuffing his heels on a cloud top, sorting through a bag of sandwiches and trying his best not to listen to the attempts of his companion to master a relatively simple piece for harp and solo falsetto.
By Malcolm Twigg4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 1
She had another dream of the woman with the red hair... She sang her a song, and it sounded like a siren’s call. All Aven knew was her tedious life of meeting the scheduled times, or else she would suffer the consequences of Demerits and potential S.P.—the looming threat of learned pain. Learned pain was implanted experience of memories from other (most likely deceased) citizens from generations past. They served as reminders of what actions caused, teaching them what not to do. Their memories were cautionary tales, and they felt just as they were called—filled with pain and sometimes even torture. Time was variable and hard to discern. Sometimes it felt like days, and sometimes it felt like minutes or seconds.
By Cate Falcon4 years ago in Fiction
