Sci Fi
The Special Program
At Flash Club Headquarters was an unfrequented wing where the dormitory and refectory doors had lately been magnetically sealed. From the practice-room, which was the only area still lit on a daily basis, one exit not barricaded likewise led to individual stasis-pods for out-of-hours use. Arching overhead, emergency blast-shields had been promoted to a permanent post. The Special Program was in lockdown.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Masterclass
The land lay level, gold gradually mellowing to amber, and here and there the foamy jets of irrigation-hoses seemed as still as scattered brush-strokes on an oil-painting rendered in sun. Against a sky whose blue bore the first deepening tints of afternoon was suggested Nottingham’s distant outline, each slender rectangle blocked-in with the same hue of haze. Through the flat fields the road ran, and parked haphazardly along its grass verges were a black space-racer and a red, the occupants of each sitting atop their hoods.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Pursuit
Auntie Green shrugged off the hunk of roof that had fallen on her. There were times she was almost willing to swear that one of these days she was going to get too old for this. Not today though. Nor had Auntie Green reached the age she was now by being unprepared. She hastened through the ruination to the discreet private exit she’d insisted on having installed immediately after the first Special Program incident, and flinging aside with her bare hands the rubble in front of it finished her swing by caving in the closed hatchway with the sole of one boot. Possibly the manual release still worked, but why waste precious seconds finding out?
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
The Disappearance
The Disappearance It never occurred to me that I would ever get along with my older brother Harry. He would cause non-stop chaos, ruining many things for me, including some of my relationships. He would always cause trouble and I would get the blame almost every time. Our family lived in a small town in South Australia and owned the most beautiful winery. Our family was believed to be perfect, with a mother, father and two ‘beautiful’ sons. That reputation was ruined when Harry hit his teen years, starting physical fights at school, and even getting expelled. These days, he works under the supervision of my father. Only during work does Harry behave himself. Things became difficult for me in school, as my older brother gave me a reputation. After his expulsion, everyone began to watch my every move, as if I were a clone of my older brother. When things got hard for me at school, I desperately needed Harry’s guidance as mother and father were always too busy for me. Every time I tried to approach Harry, he’d say I was ‘selfish’ and ‘never listened to him.’ The truth was, I listened to his passive aggressive rants daily and never got a break. Many times, I wished for him to disappear, but alas, we must be careful what we wish for.
By Samantha Long5 years ago in Fiction
The Last Sunrise
Michael had been researching the conspiracy theory for years now. There was every chance aliens walked the earth, he just needed to get enough research together to prove his point. There was no way that humans were the only race that walked the earth, there had to be some kind of alternate race of beasts that hid amongst normal bodies. He was deep in his research, as he sat in the back of the taxi he looked through some of the documents he had saved from the night before, there was some remarkably interesting information on the internet. He looked up sharply as his taxi driver took another quick turn, he was driving faster than he should be, Michael took a deep breath- he only had a few minutes, and he would be at his destination.
By Griffin Raphael5 years ago in Fiction
Archsage; Return to an Alternate Earth
"Ughh head hurts." Luke groaned. He looked around and noticed he was in a typical classroom. Not that typical after a closer look at what others were doing in the room. Digital displays hovered a few inches above the metallic desk or in front of a person as hi tech devices were used. 'Ok..ok.. ok.. technology. Better than just magic displays.'
By Julian Gaines5 years ago in Fiction
The Electric City
Hello and welcome to The electric city where some crazy event didn't happen and nothing blew up or got spilled to make some sort of instant craziness, no it's been like this here for a while and well we are kind of used to it, well sometimes we get people that come and want to use what they get to do crimes, but that's what I'm here for,
By Lorenzo Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
The Watch
2: Year & Place Unknown, Palestine: Anvil of the Gods. Only the shadows on the chill sandy soil were black. Above, the vault of heaven was alive with energy from the blazing stars and the lambent glow of the Milky Way. Phineas crouched closer to the meager warmth and dim glow of the dried camel dung fire, his eyes not moving from the spot above. It was there, on the shoulder of the Great Hunter, the Spear Holder, the Light of Heaven, where the Oracle had first appeared. As usual, months before, he had consulted the auguries, the numbers, the signs and it was written clear. Something was coming. The Elders had convened when he first prophesied that Yahweh had tossed a pebble into the great cosmic void. Its ripples would eventually reach them from the spot where God had touched their universe, there on the shoulder of Orion. At first there was nothing, no sign at all, and the Elders were on the verge of ridiculing him, even banishing him as a false prophet. But then the star appeared. The bright light turned into a comet, an omen of great portent. Of good or evil Phineas knew not. Indeed, he felt that the comet was the sign of some great gift from God…that would eventually become a great curse. He pondered long and hard over this mystery.
By Mark Newell5 years ago in Fiction
150 Years
I have now completed my 123rd out of my 150 years sentence for killing someone. My victim was evil, and I took it upon myself to execute them. Taking a human life is never easy. I used to be a soldier, and I have killed a lot of people because I followed orders coming from the seat of power, high above my rank. Even then, it was not an easy act. The expression "kill or be killed," is a load of bullshit. No one really wants to kill, no one really wants to die.
By BPDCupcake5 years ago in Fiction
