Sci Fi
Hunting Wasslenorf
The monkeybirds at the window reminded Hadley he was on a foreign planet. He dutifully sent them a few of the green fruits he had saved out the slot he’d made in the screen for that specific purpose. The monkeybirds scooped the fruit up and went off to either eat it at their leisure or else feed to their young. Hadley watched as they sailed away through the white leaves until the vegetation seemingly swallowed them up. Returning to his coffee, he sat, still wondering why the expedition had left SL5 so abruptly, without informing him or asking if he were ready to leave. He had paid to hunt the wasselnorf only, not to emigrate here. The dead wasselnorf was in its case, already loaded for shipment to the museum. So why did they not take him along to deliver it?
By Charles Turner5 years ago in Fiction
Click
Andrea's fingers sent up a little puff of ash as she lifted the half charred picture. The edges were brown and bubbled a little. His smiling profile was barely recognizable being right at the burnt end of the photograph although his baseball cap and sweatshirt were still white. Well, that was useless. It was his smile she liked to see. Andrea sighed as her arm dropped to her side. She surveyed the huge mound of ash, charred wood, and black bricks that had been her home, still surrounded by the bright red and orange maple leaves, on and off the trees. Andrea closed her eyes and envisioned the picture of how her home had looked just that morning. A little red brick cottage covered in emerald vines, black shingles covered in green moss, a white door with a brass knocker and white curtains in the windows. Click. The picture came up perfectly in Andrea’s photographic memory. The wind rustled in the fiery leaves about the little cottage. Andrea opened her eyes and the same wind that rustled the leaves stirred up the ashes of what was left of her home.
By Harlequin Curio 5 years ago in Fiction
Planet Mhâ-jhï
Death. The dark planet smelled like death. Escape from the smell of the female bodies, burning in the deep canons that covered the surface of the planet, was impossible. Thousands of slaves worked the funeral fire pits non-stop. The ash in the air slowly turned the black planet ghostly pale grey. The ash fell slowly onto the shoulders of the Mhâ-jhï man and his infant son sitting on a cliff overlooking one of the canyons. In the fire below, somewhere among the dead, burned the bodies of his wife and daughters.
By PS Henderson5 years ago in Fiction
The End....Chapter 3
Scooter Jekings waved back at Steve Benson as he started down the street towards his house. There was a solemn look on his face and he had an uneasy feeling, the same kind of uneasy feeling he used to get in Iraq right before the shit hit the fan. " What do you think is causing this green light Ray" Scooter asked.
By Wayne Coolidge5 years ago in Fiction
All Roads Lead to Zion [The Matrix, Enticing Dual World]
The first Matrix film was released in 1999 and featured a star-studded cast including ‘A’ listers like Keanu Reeves & Laurence Fishbourne which spoke of an ‘end of days’ plot between machines and humans with the machines winning and taking over the earth with only a small contingent of humans surviving, some going into hiding and others being captured by the machines.
By Andrew Little5 years ago in Fiction
Thra
Thra, the planet with three moons and three suns. The planet that is said to be triangular in shape but no explanation to how that shape became to be or if the planet even rotates but what is sure is that it is flat. Seasonal climate changes are regular and include Winter, Summer, Autumn and Spring as it is on Earth. Thra is kept alive by the Crystal of Truth which strives off the Three Brothers(also known to be the three suns it orbits) by distributing it's energies throughout the Crystal veins that are disbursed throughout the entire planet. The energy was then converted into 'essence' that feeds the planets inhabitants and would be reclaimed upon the death to restart the cycle. One of the species on the Thra would then learn to utilize this to their advantage and grow power and essence hungry which in turn caused the planet to take on a Darkening that changed the inhabitants and drive them mad right before their death. Thra homed many cultures, such as the 7 clans of Gelflings, Seedlings, Thrushpogs, Vindles, Podlings, Fragors, Gruenaks, Skeksis, the Mystics, the Guardian of the Crystal, Aughra (who was created by Thra) and so many different types of wildlife, big and small, all of which play a major role in Thra. Though all are connected in one way or another, the Skeksis strived to rid Thra of any other culture aside themselves and would feed off the essence of each culture to maintain their health, youth and "live forever", or so they say. The victims of this would then become zombie like and serve the Skeksis or die.
By Samantha Ferrer5 years ago in Fiction
The Lion's Hunt: Part 2
Click Here to Start From the Beginning. PART II Commander Etom’Vyuum was aware of the revisions of Itar'Reesh's poem, and like anyone with a mind to protect their family's legacy, took some offence to it. Concerned by the prospect of the Commander's frustration's spilling over, members of the Kurin council were hesitant to allow Etom' to continue to take command of missions of such consequence, but in the end, chose not to force the updated armour on Etom’ or any of the infiltration teams. It had been surmised that sending these squads to the Surion homeworld was tantamount to suicide. Those with knowledge of the poem’s alteration outside of the council would all soon be dead. The rest of Etom's infiltration team, including long-serving second in command, Rekla’Kyuul, accepted the armour upgrade with the altered text and donned it, unaware of the reason for the text’s alterations or its significance.
By David Riley 5 years ago in Fiction
Neetra and Joe, Chapter One
“I wanted to save her, Joe,” said Neetra. “I tried.” These remaining two members of The Four Heroes were alone atop the hill from which Nottingham Castle once towered, their backs to the wreckage that was all the war had left, and Joe’s eyes fixed on a point far beyond the rubble-strewn grass and the cliff’s edge directly ahead. He was staring somewhere above the outspread rooftops, somewhere into the heart of the endless sky. The news had not been good. Neetra and Joe were at more or less the very same spot on the castle grounds where they had sat together the day the Next Four completed their moving-in, and then they had laughed and made fond jokes to each other about how well their relationship seemed to be going. That memory now felt like something from another century that happened to a pair of strangers who lived then.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Neetra and Joe, Chapter Two
Light-years away, peaceful peoples of an entire galaxy were gathered as they were on Earth to celebrate an end to the Solidity’s war. Down in Planet Eshcaton’s subterranean sanctuary thankfully meditated the four wise sages who had led this passive resistance, but the populations which rallied round them were high above the barren surface, jubilating on the roofs of star-cruisers in synchronous Eshcaton-orbit. Another troupe of musicians, all residents of that far-off quadrant and personally known to Neetra, had been belting out pop song after pop song to a vast open-air audience and countless others via live holographic feed. But none of those millions knew why it should be that the lead singer Cherry, having just rounded off the latest in a line of upbeat party-numbers, suddenly slowed and paused.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
