Sci Fi
Mudculber (bunker story #2)
Getting frozen for 650 years In the middle of the night I felt my brother waking me up. I was only six so he was 12 and his hearing wasn’t the best. “Come on! Come on Kat, get up!” he said quietly but enough to wake me up and get me to hurry. He picked me up and went to our living room where my dad was buttoning up a shirt and had only time to grab his glasses then put contacts in. Brogan handed me to my father, who willingly took me.
By Kathy Colbert5 years ago in Fiction
MONKEY WRENCHES
A small shuttle bearing the royal seal of the Promethean Empire dropped out of the quantum tunnel created by the prism drive aboard. Sparks spewed from the console like an angry dragon at the small form frantically mashing the controls from the pilot seat of the rather nondescript cabin. Pockmarks scored with black marred the armor plating on the outside of the shuttle and a trail of condensed gas was being expelled into the vacuum of space. The shuttle, recently relieved from the crown prince of Promethea, had seen better days as it hopped and jumped through the vacuum like a drunk kid playing hopscotch. It certainly wouldn't be long before the drives melted.
By George Kelly5 years ago in Fiction
Dumplings (story by Vivian Leung )
My name is Commander Jane Lance and I was not on Mars. The night before my three-year flight to Mars, I went to a musical concert. There was a pianist, Nikola Eaves, who played Rachmaninoff and as he played he kept moving his mouth and body in synchronicity with the notes so that if you stared at him too long and listened to the music too closely you would be swept into a trance so consuming that you could be transported to anywhere you desired. After the concert, I drank four glasses of wine – the last wine I would taste for years. Eaves transported me to the sad moon base that mined aluminum, magnesium, titanium, and iron. I spent one year there in a small building working on technology for a Mars Initiative. I had been a Navy pilot before joining NASA. I had a Ph.D. in Biophysics and a Masters in Aerospace Engineering. I was considering medical school when NASA plucked me from MIT to work on the international project to Mars. It would be ten years before we would be flight-ready so they sent me to medical/surgery classes and in between, I worked on engineering. I was celebrated and applauded as being a woman who would command a flight to Mars. But it was not my gender that I was selected; it was my dedication to learning, talent, and commitment that earned me the title of Commander.
By Ankush Jarholiya5 years ago in Fiction
The Supers pt1
[Alarm sounds] Tasha: come on! I just feel asleep. A few more minutes won't hurt. Rebecca: finally, the sun is up. [She makes a cup of coffee and relaxes on the porch] It feels so nice out here. [Alex comes out with his skateboard in hand] Rebecca: don't you think it's too early for that. I'm pretty sure the neighbors aren't up yet. Alex: oh, I'll go to the park then.
By Savannah gravestone5 years ago in Fiction
