Sci Fi
Revolutions
Chapter 1 I dropped my ball at my feet as I mentally changed gears from Team Canada bowler to detective in the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. I entered the washroom and found a Tristorian in the corner, cloven feet splayed every which way. A drop of green blood fell from its wide, slack mouth. Its eyes were closed beneath drooping straight hair, and I detected a whiff of cinnamon.
By Roxanne Barbour5 years ago in Fiction
Theia
Three hours to departure, 83% loaded and 100% fuelled. Through the cafeteria window I can see some kids scrawling REMEMBER B on the wall opposite. The aircon substation next to them has all sorts of other crap painted over it. I keep my own gag reflex down with a gulp of coffee, swallowing my anger along with the bitterest bean. No one who wants to remember B was actually there. Kids will be kids. We were all young once. Young, angry, and stupid.
By Fred Tschepp5 years ago in Fiction
The Wanderer's Quest
The Wanderer's Quest. By Rev Enicar Chapter 1: The Mark Of The Damned A wisp of wind stirred his hair, making his fingers tighten on the hilt of the knife that never left his person, never when he was awake, and certainly never when he slept. It did not wake him, but made his sleep, already restless, a little more chaotic.
By Véronique Racine 5 years ago in Fiction
Realisation Invasion.
CHAPTER 1 I’ve never gotten used to the darkness in here. The intoxicating smell of the anaesthetic as it squeezes through the vents with a subtle hissing sound that fills the otherwise empty space inside this chamber. The clamminess in my hands are catching the cool breeze from the vents, contradicting the nervous heat growing at the back of my neck. I know it's starting when a bright light fills my vision as everything comes into focus. The primary colours first, before the atoms start to realign to look like blocks of furniture. A soft, familiar voice booms through the speakers: “Your final exercise... Visit the supermarket and purchase one packet of noodles”.
By Alberta Jade5 years ago in Fiction
Phantom Shift-The Redux
This is Part Two in a series. You can read Part One Here. Please be sure to follow to Part Three at the End. 5:43 am, Anacostia, Washington. Jason Costas, a counterintelligence agent with the Defense Intelligence Agency waits for his bus. He had arrived in his position by a rather circuitous route after the Air Force. Despite the accident of his agency recruiter’s ignorance, confusing his last name with the common Spanish last name Costa, he was glad the man had stuck him in the Latin America division. It wasn’t much fun to keep working on signals intelligence at first, but things took off after his transfer to the human intelligence side of the house. The irony that his first deployment was as a civilian was never lost on him. But that was all in the past now. Long gone were his days of recruiting and running sources from Santiago to Caracas. No more getting chased through the narrow streets of favelas. What he would give for one more sunset on the beaches of Los Cobanos. But he’s a company man now. It was time to work his way up the ladder. One more year, and he could apply to the Office of General Counsel.
By Atomic Historian5 years ago in Fiction
