Sci Fi

The Story of Promiseum - Dream Walker
Friday evening, Danny was working on a door. It was a solid door made from the finest English oak. He hung the door on heavy brass hinges and installed a large brass doorknob. Underneath the knob was an old-fashioned lock plate with a large keyhole. And, primarily for decoration, there was a brass knocker. It was like the kind with a Lion’s head, but instead of a lion, it was Hibbit’s head, horns and all. He had a large brass ring in his mouth, with a ball resting on the brass knocking plate. When Danny was finished polishing it, an inscription appeared at the bottom. It said, "Thank you, my Lord."
By Llwyd L. Brenin5 years ago in Fiction
The Story of Promiseum - Dream Walker
When Danny came to, he was strapped to a table. Danny lifted his head and looked around, realizing that he wasn't in the same room. He was now in the central lab. It didn't seem like much of a lab, though. For all the security and secrecy, you would think there would be more equipment. Or at least lab techs running around. As far as Danny could tell, there was only one person in this lab (besides himself).
By Llwyd L. Brenin5 years ago in Fiction
The Story of Promiseum - Dream Walker
"When I was younger and very ambitious," he started. "I had a fascinating dream. Mostly everything was dark, but there was a voice. My voice! He was telling me things to study. Physics, electronics, engineering, even books on dream theory. It took me four years to master those, plus other fields to put me ahead of the game. Like I said, I was very ambitious. After that, he started describing diagrams and blueprints a piece at a time. I had to memorize them and draw them out. I added improvements, of course. While I built that machine, I was building another, more powerful machine. When the first machine was finished, I built the first dream chamber with improvements from the blueprints.
By Llwyd L. Brenin5 years ago in Fiction
Miners in the Dark
Digging for coal is a dangerous endeavour, made more so by the greed and avarice of mine owners. Many of whom consider themselves the equal, or superior, of their miners in grit and determination although, obviously, there is not a one of them who would deign to so much as pick up a shovel.
By Spike Nesbit5 years ago in Fiction
Heartless
People dropped onto the floor like ragdolls. Unconscious. Their hearts were being stolen. “They wouldn’t have this problem if they put their hearts inside their body like they used to back home,” said mum. I sighed. It is different here in Deynon planet. Everyone has their heart on the outside visible with all their blue blood showing. It was a small cylindrical tube that was attached to the chest. I always wondered what the use of having a heart on the outside was, apparently it was for easy treatment purposes. It was different back home; we had our hearts implanted where hearts should be. I miss home, I wish we didn’t have to move around like we have to just because of dad’s job. My dad is a Hierdo, someone who treats hearts. We have to move around a lot because he is needed all over the universe. I stopped thinking and went out to get some air. I walked down the empty roads that were stunning, letting the air wash over my face like water, the sunset brought many shades of colour into my life. The blue sky contrasting the pink. The calmness of the surroundings was shocking. It was almost too good to be true. Like they say it’s always calm before the storm. A peculiar looking aircraft soared through the sky. It stopped on top of a house and seconds later 3 people started ripping through the roof without control, levitating with their arms and legs hanging. The aircraft yanked their heart out of place pulling it into the aircraft itself and abruptly dropped the three, brutally. Suddenly the aircraft turned towards me. I wanted to run away very much now, but it was as if I was glued to the stop, dreading the moment it would approach me. I had my eyes trained on the aircraft, watched it move towards me slowly. I felt my heart pumping and my face glistened with sweat. I felt a lump forming in my throat, tears forming in my eyes. I saw my life flash before my eyes, it felt like someone was screaming inside me. The aircraft came to a stop it stayed rooted to the spot, it felt as though it was looking at me trying to unravel who I was. Then the aircraft turned around and zoomed away from there. I felt my legs give out and I dropped to the floor taking deep breaths trying to calm my heart down. What was that about? I asked myself.
By Calla Tweller5 years ago in Fiction
The Story of Promiseum - Dream Walker
I think it's time to look for that missing Essential, Danny thought. He opened a dream door and went through. There were so many dreams floating around. He could feel a pull to each one, but there was a specific dream that he was trying to find. There it was! Danny entered the patio dream to look around. He walked out by the rail and looked up and down the street. He checked the trees and all of the fences. They weren't here! He concentrated for a second, then shifted to another dream. This time he went back into the meadow dream. He walked through the meadow down to the wooded area, then he walked down the path a little way. There they were, playing by the stream.
By Llwyd L. Brenin5 years ago in Fiction
The Story of Promiseum - Dream Walker
"It all started with a man," he began. Arrogant SOB. He thought he could control powers he didn't fully understand. Anyway," He continued. "He discovered that the universe was split into three separate energy fields. Two being filled with physical matter, with the third separating them like a barrier."
By Llwyd L. Brenin5 years ago in Fiction
Second Stage
Plop, plop plop. Noise in drops. Sounds exploding in my head making my jaw ache. Opening my eyes, colors assault me like spears of light to my brain as it scrambles to decipher the input. My tongue feels heavy and dry. I find myself sucking on my tongue and swallowing repeatedly, to get saliva flowing. I try to recall simple information as I figure out where I am. Opening my eyes wider but what I see is confusing.
By Shardvixen5 years ago in Fiction
The Story of Promiseum - Dream Walker
After a bit of experimentation, Danny realized that time seemed to pass slower while physically in the veil of dreams. In fact, the more time he spent there, the more flexible the concept of time seemed to be. Danny also learned about the medial barrier. Danny wasn't sure exactly what it was for yet, but he could feel it. All he knew was that it was where all this medial energy came from. Danny realized that time wasn't just flexible here, but the closer you get to it, the less time seemed to exist.
By Llwyd L. Brenin5 years ago in Fiction
The Story of Promiseum - Dream walker
This time he found himself in a small meadow. The grass here was pretty short, just barely over his ankle. There were flowers everywhere, barely sticking out of the grass. Mostly red and yellow patches, with some blue mixed in. A short distance away, there's a wooded area with a small creek running through it. This is just what he needed. A nice relaxing walk to clear his mind. The song of nature was all around him. He could hear the sound of the water rushing by, crickets, frogs in the distance, and the sound of birds singing overhead. All in tune with the wind playing through the leaves in the trees.
By Llwyd L. Brenin5 years ago in Fiction
The Story of Promiseum - Dream Walker
The field seemed to stretch on forever. He looked around. There were no trees or any significant landmarks as far as he could see. The grass was primarily green and had long stalks topped with copper-colored grains. When the wind blew, there appeared to be gentle waves rolling across the land. The vast ocean of grass was knee-high and dotted with patches of flowers in every direction. He could hear birds and crickets, but no matter how close he looked, he couldn’t see them anywhere.
By Llwyd L. Brenin5 years ago in Fiction
The Lion's Hunt: Part 3
Click Here for Part II or Click Here to Start From the Beginning. PART III The first support column carved from rock loomed large as they approached and rounded it, weapons at the ready. Luminous puddles squelched beneath their feet, but the energy of each interrupted pool dissipated behind them, dulling and congealing on the cavern floor. The disturbed fluids settled, and the cycle repeated itself in the constant rain. Commander Vyuum had assumed that theirs was the first team to arrive, but signs to the contrary began to appear as they advanced into the cavern. Scorch marks and divots sullied the cave's surfaces indicating recent weapons fire, accompanied by the unmistakable fetor of burning flesh tainting the air and forcing its way into their helmet’s filtration systems.
By David Riley 5 years ago in Fiction