Sci Fi
Dark Matter Date
Cherry saw the evening might yet be salvaged, but only if they made their move now. She signed to the pink-haired girl with the lyre, who stepped up keenly. Flashshadow always did this one well, and here was a break straight out of every understudy’s dreams. Her time to shine.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Gatecrashers
Burning in bits amid the ruins of a Xandreth building-site, the prison-ship had sent a dozen unfinished bars and bistros back to the drawing-board but at the cost of no innocent lives. Phoenix Prime’s crash-landing at least had gone according to plan, though she admitted the rest had been a mixed bag so far. Speaking of bags, she clutched for the handles of her empty holdall while hauling herself out of the pilot’s chair.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Petunia's Wishing-Star
Presently all were assembled on the stolen battle-cruiser’s bridge, which had slipped quietly and inconspicuously back into the ranks of the gathering Alliance fleet. With pirated security-mechanisms cheerfully informing the other craft there was no-one on board but Grindoes and a cargo of combat-robots, the real crew made up of Prince Agaric’s army manned the engines below while captains Phoenix Prime, Big Grin, Moltron, Magnolia, Schiss-Zazz, Technus reverted to customary man-size and Spookan in his three-eyed mask looked out through the viewscreen on a mission accomplished. At the very forefront stood their unexpected and largely unlooked-for new mascot, her perky presence and peachy perfumes suffusing the entire ship.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
XI-321
1 “Negats, kid. Zephyr doesn’t do that. We might make a little jaunt across the Milky Way to deliver bags of parcels a few times a year. We may send a single drone to the stars nearest the Sun. But, no, we do not deliver missives to the Lone Ranger on Earth. That is simply beyond our capabilities.”
By Charles Turner5 years ago in Fiction
T.H.O.T.H.
Too radical. The words ran through Jim’s head for the thousandth time as he watched his latest code version upload to the server array mounted in the corner of his basement. He clicked Execute and held his breath. The code was simple, it was elegant, it was beautiful.
By Chad French5 years ago in Fiction
Clerical Choices 2
Chapter 2 The Sheriff worked quickly to round up the Grand Master and his escort, who kept their identities hidden for the time being. They used their right to remain silent in the face of the law. It was an old but well respected tradition that had lasted until the modern day. And it was the first of a few ways that Skrilxya and Ben would remain undercover even when that cover was nearly blown.
By Bryce Greene-Forgue5 years ago in Fiction
The TARAZED
H grabbed hold of the bottom rung of the ladder, his fingers threatening to slip free due to the sweat and blood coating them. He could feel the essence that was space wrap around him as the pod from The TARAZED lifted further away from the transport train they had boarded. It was an odd sensation, but one that wouldn’t kill him. Not quickly, anyway.
By J.C. Winter5 years ago in Fiction
Book 1 Flight of the Armada Chapter 9 Part 1
The ground was green with grass and flowers were coming out all around the edges of the house. Stuart went to Washington before dawn, to a meeting Michael arranged with a congressman. Glendon was at the Gentry’s store and Darien visited the Martins. Brent was searching the Pacific Ocean for uninhabited islands.
By Jay Michael Jones5 years ago in Fiction
The Moons of Troponin
Scud sat at his command desk under the dim lighting that splashed upon his meager possessions that he kept as momentos. He shared the cramped office space with the four other department heads that were in charge of keeping the daily operations of the enormous mining facility running at peak efficiency. Being the lead security officer of the two mines had its share of problems, he also had to patrol the housing and living facilities of the planet below. His second in command remained in charge of the other moon's mining security forces. He knew he was getting the raw end of the stick, everything was much more hectic on STEMI, the miners were a rowdy bunch of noncomformists; approximately eighty percent of the planet and the respective moons were males, ages eighteen to fifty, the corporation required forced retirement of all personnel at that age, believing the work too demanding, space colonisation seemed to age you fast. It was his third Troponin day on the job, his predecessor had just retired, he was pushing forty, ten more years on this rock, maybe he should have passed on the promotion, a frown crossed his brow.
By Steve Anderson5 years ago in Fiction
Death From Above
Weeks had passed since the first meeting with the dreamcatchers group. Amelia Kellian wouldn’t ever admit it out loud, but she enjoyed having people that understood what she was going through. She found herself connecting to them, even though she remained quiet for most meetings, only saying enough to keep them appeased. She didn’t want to draw the attention of Lieutenant Aaron Schwartz, if she didn’t have to.
By Stephen Portis5 years ago in Fiction
