Sci Fi
Belts With Holes Are Dead - The Complete Chronicles
In one possible dystopian future the fall of man was brought about not by a nuclear holocaust or alien invasion, nor by a biological agent unleashing a zombie plague or a global economic collapse, but rather by an event so mundane, so random, so seemingly inconsequential that not even the wisest of men could have predicted it. This is the world of belts with holes are dead. A world ended when the last belt with holes suddenly disappeared from our planet earth. A hellish nightmarescape where the ability to keep one’s pants up even if they are too large is no longer an option for most. The rich seclude themselves in future belt enclaves where they live in relative luxury and wear whatever size pants within +/- two sizes they desire while the poor live in squalor, suffering from constant pants droppage or doing anything they can to just get by. The lowest of these, the so called “below the knee cutters” are the worst off by far. Their misery was so great that they actually took scissors to every pair of pants they owned and cut them off below the knees. Sick I know, do not read on if you are faint of heart. The only hope left are the so called Pioneers of Future Belts. Will they arrive in time to save our once beautiful planet and usher in a utopian paradise where everyone, regardless of means, can choose to wear whatever pants they want, no matter the waist size or inseam length? These stories represent the collected works of just some of the people who lived through those dark times. Pray their future does not become our own.
By Everyday Junglist5 years ago in Fiction
The Four Heroes, Chapter Three
The fluxball’s southern hemisphere rolled slowly before Neetra’s upturned eyes, as might that of some moon of light bellying into the atmosphere to orbit a mere hundred or so feet above the Earth’s mantle. Our heroine had pretended to Bret far more confidence than she felt about her chances of ever coming back out of this leviathan’s guts once she was in. But there was no point getting her knickers in a twist. Duly Neetra cast out her astral form, which looked exactly like her and was wearing the same clothes, and thus entered the sphere while her physical body slumped to sleep on the pavement.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Lilith, Chapter One
Some musicians sat on their stage at the foot of Nottingham’s domed Town Hall and stared up together at a sky which was darker than it should have been in the middle of the day. To her backing group the golden-haired female lead-singer remarked:
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Lilith, Chapter Three
The bleak star had become visible in Nottingham’s heavens. It filled the sky. Earthlings and Solidity were side-by-side, any fighting forgotten now as they gazed wordlessly to a man. Even the Vernderernders of Toothfire had no illusions about eliminating this threat through their usual means, so hunched on the summits of buildings like the vultures they resembled and merely watched. A hush fell across the land as preternatural night began.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
The Four Heroes, Chapter Four
Joe and Dylan arrived at their sinister rendezvous. Behind them the circumference of Earth shone in space, while ahead stretched a ghastly cobweb whose strands were giant fungal tendrils and whose nodes the wrecks of a million battle-starships. From this obscene interconnected hugeness seethed the infernal tempest that still darkened Nottingham’s heavens, its roiling fury held for the moment in check, but which unleashed would be akin to a runaway star colliding with the planet such that no living creature could survive.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Lilith, Chapter Two
Neetra and Gala had scrabbled upright at the bottom of the cliff to confront each other once more across a stretch of several feet. The latter was facing the rocky slope, while Neetra’s back was to it, such that behind and above our heroine’s head the baby atop the elevation was within Gala’s line of sight.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Grandmother's Stories
The rumble of the clouds sent panic crashing through Alexa, to be caught in the rain would be death. She would never make it back to the cave before the storm broke. She stood in a forest full of contaminated trees grey, rubbery, and grotesque. Her grandmother had been alive in the Before and she had told her that trees had once been brown and green and not at all gross looking. Her grandmother was full of stories, but Alexa wasn’t sure she believed all of them.
By Katie L. Oswald (BookDragon)5 years ago in Fiction
The Four Heroes, Chapter One
It was like the first time they saved Nottingham. Night-black hung the firmament above, its tempestuous vaults churning to herald some deadly threat that would scream down and wreak devastation from the city’s towers to its rooftops to its streets. Yet then, uprising before these scudding realms of dark as if to split the vaporous mountainsides and scatter them over the sky, leapt The Four Heroes as one.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
A revelation from the future
“Ana, for god’s sake, will you stop being so silly and go do your chores?” Ana’s mom was already beside her self that hot summer afternoon. Her daughter refused to get out of her bed room where she was busy doing some ballet moves. Her mom banged on her bed room door again.
By Jane Diokpo5 years ago in Fiction
Broken Memories
She doesn’t remember them very well anymore, just the fuzzy memories of the time they would go visit her mom’s parents out on the farm. Strangely she remembers the smells, the hot muggy air, the musty smell of the hay drying in the fields, the smell of the manure in that old barn, the barn where she met him, the boy with the crooked smile. She remembers his face, that tousled, sandy coloured hair that fell over his forehead, the blueness of his eyes in the sunlight, how when he saw her that crooked smile would light up his face. A tear slips down her face and she wipes it away with the back of her hand. Just to see her parents once more, funny how the memory worked, you remember people who were in your life for just a moment, then gone… yet the ones who raised you, sometimes they are a blur, a image no longer there, like a vhs that was scratched, blurred and remote.
By Josiah Mosher5 years ago in Fiction
Practice in Deception
Char smiled as the last heavy lift drone detached from its cargo and took off. Using her internal rig to fly it into the cave mouth several kilometers away she landed it gently next to the four that were already there and wiped it’s GPS data before powering it down. She’d have to remember to head out to the cave in the near future and seal it up until she needed the lifters again but for now, all was good.
By Brian Gracey5 years ago in Fiction
