Sci Fi
Prologue - Homeward
September 23rd, 2023 It was a crisp fall morning in the small northern neighborhood of Newcrest, a township in the pacific northwest. The sky was slightly cloudy as a mailman carried packages and envelopes from house to house, stopping just short of a large manor at the corner of the street. The mailman had heard of weird things happening at the house on the corner, particularly how strange the occupants were, but he decided to go ahead and deliver the mail anyway. After all he stuck to his motto whenever possible: "Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor weirdness abound stays these couriers from their appointed rounds".
By N.J. Folsom5 years ago in Fiction
The Colour of the Void
The jump drive started acting up just off the Argus Cluster, about a third of the way to the colony. We had to drop out of warp, but Dewey said he could fix it. He said there was nothing to worry about, so we started limping the rest of the way to the sixth moon of Tanis.
By Sean Fenlon5 years ago in Fiction
Tomorrow Today
I’m not sure who’s ever going to bother reading this, but sometimes I can’t help but feel that the world has rotted away. No, I’m not one of those people that think that religion has anything to do with it. I just walk the streets every day and I’m reminded by the vehicles floating above my head that people look down upon me and my peers in the literal sense. I have a six-figure salary and I can hardly keep the lights on. My significant other has all but given up on me. I drag myself out of bed every day to make sure that our world doesn’t end, but she sees no point in it. My whole body aches when I see her laying on the couch with her eyes burning red into the OLED screens.
By RedemptionVA5 years ago in Fiction
I'll Find Your Planet
The diminutive globular manager wasn’t putting Cherry’s psychic powers under any strain in his bids to commune with her from the other end of the auditorium. In fact his despairing gyrations and palpitations were most expressive on a purely visual level, especially in the wake of one earth-tremor and the annihilation of an outdoor passage. Keep calming them down! was the general gist. We’re sure to lose them otherwise!
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Freddy's New Life
Freddy was agitated. His witness protection set up needed to happen as soon as possible. The door opened and in came the Officer on his case. "Hi, Freddy. We're working on getting you into the next available vehicle. You'll have everything you need for your new life. Just sign these papers here promising that when we need you, we can come get you and you won't resist."
By Pam Reeder5 years ago in Fiction
Centre of my Cosmos
There had been one or two hitches, but here at last was the fallback point, another Xandreth district still under construction. Phoenix Prime, the holdall containing Scientooth on her shoulder and Petunia under her other arm, touched down on a rooftop overlooking the darkened half-finished neighbourhood and folded her flame-wings. She had intended this to be the landing-site, and to have done without that regrettable race through a dozen blocks of densely-peopled nightspots. Now however, after all that, her objective was finally within reach.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Petunia and Flashthunder
Cherry had stayed with motifs similar to those of her opening song, and a soft shifting rhythm together with the string-section’s dreamy rills cast a mellow mood across most of the dance-hall. One exception remained though. Petunia at her lone table was dejectedly drawing hearts in the air, making them manifest through her modest powers, then with her fingertip obliterating each one in a little peachiodiferous pop.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
One Special Star
Amid a volley of percussive lead-in pummelled out by the robot drummer, spotlights ignited and backing-vocals swelled and with bass and lyre blasting at their lustiest, Cherry began to sing. Every bar she breathed from ruby-glossed lips was sweet sorrow made symphonic, flawless in relation to the melody’s long-drawn-out wails and sudden wracking stops, yet at the same time seeming to crack under the agonies mercilessly invoked.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
