Sci Fi

Clerical Choices 3
Second Commissioner Skrilxya Yonamey and Third Commissioner Ben Rikaron have narrowly saved their mission to escort Grand Master Landings to his new Archbishopric. Sheriff Keltos realized he was in a bind, with his guards bludgeoned and Governor Opalton awaiting results. What had started as a sabotage had turned into a sham, and if everything went smoothly, Skrilxya and Ben were looking to complete their mission without error. The only unknown is how the wiley ruler of I’yrcon would react to his agent’s failure...
By Bryce Greene-Forgue5 years ago in Fiction
Cats Trained by Monks:
What follows is a story I witnessed involving my brilliant young friend and classmate from high school. It's a tale of hope and tragedy that I cannot forget. . . it can be interpreted in many ways and I will leave that to you, dear reader. Now read on.
By Tilting at Windmills5 years ago in Fiction
Paying The Change
Delbev stood close to the sight glass, watching Chalmar floating in the catalyst tank. Murky yellow fluid swirled and bubble momentarily clouded his vision. He peered closer, inspecting the body of his soon to be life partner, looking to see if he could make out specific body parts from its prior combinations.
By Kerry Williams5 years ago in Fiction
In, Out, No Trouble
All around me I can feel it in the atmosphere, the dense grime of pollution emminating from the inner city. It clings to the raindrops falling from the black clouds hanging between the massive tower blocks, greasily gripping me tight in its cold embrace. As my eyes scan the skyline, my rebreather faulters and for a second I am instantly hit with the foul stench rising from far below. My nostrils wrinkle but then the little air pump kicks back in and the smell is gone. I should really get that fixed soon, but I'm on his trail. I can't stop now. There's no time to stop now. If I lose him again, thats it for me, I'll be done for... Crouching low I trott along the length of the thin wall between me and the long drop down to the overcrowded surface below. Only stopping when I can see the firedoor I'll be using to get into the building is a simple straight run across the roof. Got to be quick here, this isn't the tallest rooftop and I'm damn sure they know someones coming, even if they don't yet know it's me. I dart out, head kept low, one foot slipping in front of the other, closing the gap between myself and the door in only a moment. For a split second the skies around me light up and the sound of thunder... or perhaps gunshot, reverberates off of every surface in sight, only slightly dampened by the heavy pattering of rain against my hood.
By L.R5 years ago in Fiction
Assassin From The Portal
Gary is sitting in his office, staring out the window, watching the dark black clouds roll in. There is a dangerous storm about to hit, so he decides to leave, hoping to get home before it hits.
By Colleen Millsteed 5 years ago in Fiction
TerraNova
I looked down at the readings on my console. This couldn't be right. The scientists had all but guaranteed us when we left Earth that there was no life on this planet nor should there be by the time we arrived. I guess technically that isn't true. They made that promise to people several generations ago. But whenever a new generation was born and eventually got to the point of taking over the ship we watched the video that told us that same speel. The video was filmed when the first generation of people on this ship left Earth. Since then over three hundred generations of people have watched it while they went to a planet that was thirty thousand light years away. It had taken us thirty thousand years since we could only travel the speed of light.
By Josephine Mason5 years ago in Fiction
The moon
Neil paused as he was donning his helmet, sure he must have misheard the message from mission control. He tapped his headphone to open a channel.
By EM Green5 years ago in Fiction
The Supermarket
In the future people needed somewhere to take their mind off things. More so, than in the present as now was about thirty years in the past. These places were called Supermarkets.
By David A Robertson5 years ago in Fiction
Upon the Shoulders of Giants. Top Story - October 2021.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming, dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
By S. H. Redwick5 years ago in Fiction
The Towers are on Strike
When the palace announced the continuation of the old weaving district to open up new buildings, the abandoned houses rebelled. They carried signs of protest over their low roofs, and some even left their foundations and marched against the proclamation.
By Diya Kumari5 years ago in Fiction
Lost Between the Plates
Clap your hands. I felt it at the time. Increase as the plates move against each other as two partners. It was a big jump, judging by the decoration. Horrid paisley wallpaper with a thousand shades of mustard. I think that makes this happen in the 1970s? Or what about the 1960s? I'm losing track. This should not be my timeline. I was not even born.
By Cs Sapkota5 years ago in Fiction
The Inner Silence:
I was getting a little uncomfortable holding this woman's hand. It felt like some type of warm energy was flowing into me. It began to feel good, and I didn’t like that. I didn’t like feeling good. I looked at her face. She turned her face toward me and scowled.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore5 years ago in Fiction