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“No one is going to remember us, you know.” She sat on the railing and kicked her legs in free space. A thin steel multi-alloy anti-radiation wall stood between us and the infinite space of countless stars. I said nothing and sipped a canned cider I’d purchased from duty-free. It was bitter and disappointing, yet filled the empty hole all the same.
By XubTheMad4 years ago in Fiction
Black Line
It was ticking. Countless miles of endless space surrounded the dusty shell of my chrome sling ship and the damned box was ticking. For a moment I sat there, dumbfounded, as the toasted console restarted.
By XubTheMad4 years ago in Fiction
Masters of Titan
“There never used to be dragons in the valley. We all paid the price for those inflated egos didn’t we?” Grandma was off on one of her tangents again.
By Nancy Gwillym4 years ago in Fiction
The Flames of Redemption
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The dwarves, in their endless pursuit of the things that slumbered in the womb of the world, uncovered fossilized eggs that had been lost to time, and thus, brought dragons back to the realm of D’veen.
By Bradley Ramsey4 years ago in Fiction
Ghosts of the Past
Skips Sandalin poked at the rim of ice choking the neck of his bottle. It was designed to chill the drink with each sip yet all it did currently was inhibit consumption. Skips’ Gills always dried out after using Multi-System Mass Transit, his skinscales were even beginning to feel crispy to the touch. He returned his attention to the elongated boddle of nutrient supplements that came standard in most Federation restock centers. Any attempt to remove the chunk of ice filtering the viscous flood was futile so he turned his attention to the quartermaster.
By A.C Hofstetter4 years ago in Fiction
The Reckoning
There weren’t always dragons in The Valley. And until the Reckoning, there was not even a valley in The Valley, let alone huge serpents who soared on shimmering wings. In the city, the only serpents were dingy, dripping highways that breathed exhaust rather than fire. Above them, sleek spires raced for the atmosphere, eclipsing the crumbling ruins of forgotten dreams and the dreamers buried with them. The city itself crumbled and crashed down in huge chunks, snuffing out entire communities with cold indifference. Sometimes a particularly large piece would fall and break right through the street level, a sludge-drenched canyon distantly visible below through the gaping hole. Sirens and sales pitches filled the ears of the city’s residents at all times while noxious fumes filled their noses. The city had been a machine, and like its human parts the gray thing moved without meaning. Grew without learning. Now, the city was gone. Not relocated or demolished or abandoned, but truly gone…as though it had never existed at all. In its place, a massive rift gashed the land for miles and stretched beyond the horizon in both directions. A surging river thundered along its floor, echoing against the forested slopes and earning the name this place had been calling itself for so long. There was always a valley in The Valley, the girl knew now. It had just been buried.
By Aweed Nyoka4 years ago in Fiction
Valley at the Edge of Everywhere
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Nor were there always demons or divinities. Neither were there always frumpkins nor fae-kin. One could not always find Starchildren nor seeds with the potential to become Eaters-of-Worlds. What the Valley did always contain was The Vast Limitlessness of Pure Unbridled Potential and all the madness it entailed.
By V.S.Q. Chambers4 years ago in Fiction
Blood and Ash
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Before the incident at Logan Tech, dragons were thought to have been myths only heard of in fairy tales and folk lore. They were fantasy creatures immortalized on stained glass in cathedrals and silk tapestries. Logan Tech Industries changed all of that in a single industrial accident.
By Dawn Erwin4 years ago in Fiction
Psyber X Origins
There weren't always dragons in the valley. They were fanciful creatures of old that amazed and inspired the stories in our youth.
By Felix Martinez4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Lady
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. There never were any dragons at all as far as I can remember. Or perhaps better explained as like not the fire breathing, fang winged, eating the princess type. But in the here and now exists a far worse kind. At least in my personal opinion. And all my comrades' opinions also.
By Michael Capriola4 years ago in Fiction
Hope's Hope
The car said, "Ma'am We are at Mega Mart. Your order is being brought out to you." "Thank you, Ms. Files." Hope glanced at the image on the back side of the mirrored lens of her Eye Shields. The augment reality was showing the site, The Village. Each member had the responsibility of using the cyber property well. This morning she was working on the high detail image of a cut crystal that hung in her clubhouse window.
By Mark Stigers 4 years ago in Fiction
Afterword
I noticed the colour on the inside of my jacket. I remembered when I stood in front of a blue screen, It made it appear like the clouds over some distant holiday resort in some space in time. We laughed about it then, we laugh about it now. Since then I have kept it closed, folding my arms or buttoning it up when I know I’m about to be in front of a screen. I still think about how it looked with the clouds drifting around me like I was akin to them.
By Hayden J Beardall4 years ago in Fiction