Sci Fi
What Goes Around, Chapter Two
The little Solidity girl started and gawped. Her cell-door had just unlatched, softly and all by itself. It could only be a trap. Not even Earthlings were stupid enough to make such a blunder. Besides, it was exactly the sort of thing she was always doing to boys back home.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
The Hole in the Sky
Lieutenant Colonel Marshal woke up to the sweet smell of hay. He was hesitant to open his eyes as the scent transported him back to the stable he’d worked at when he was 16. He loved horses and didn’t mind the messy labor involved in caring for them. Thinking about that time seemed to bring him a sense of happiness now but he hated that job and the rich assholes who took lessons there.
By Nancy Gwillym5 years ago in Fiction
Leaving Bordeaux
Our deltaship dropped into atmosphere, engine shrilling into a scream as the air thickened. At ninety thousand feet, Jim and I leapt into icy air, leaving the deltaship's warm fuselage above us. Oxygen systems whispering, we plummeted. The lights of Occupied France glittered like diamonds on black velvet.
By Lou J Berger5 years ago in Fiction
Captured
A short trek through the rain, and Joe was standing at the great iron-studded oaken doors of Nottingham Castle. His duty was to the truth. That much he still believed without reservation, but what it meant here and now Joe still could not say. He knew he would never rest until he had learned from Gala all that he might be to her, and whether she genuinely believed in their destiny as she had described it. But what right had he to ask her for those truths, when even now he was keeping secrets from she who had confided in him, and the word of his evil enemy was to be believed over hers?
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
The Crystal Walls
Neetra turned to the four farns and without the need for spoken words it passed between them that it was time. Flashthunder and the others stepped timidly to the sidelines. Much about Neetra had already won their awe and admiration, but to know she was able to address on equal footing the likes of Manual, Benmor, Prune and Albazorascabaranthi was something else again, and it made the Mini-Flashes downright shy of their new friend. All of a hush they looked on, as Neetra stepped to the centre of the cathedral floor and the farns formed a wide ring around her.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Grandmas Old Red Barn
There are things we remember and there are things our brains try to protect us from. Growing up, I loved spending time at my grandmother’s farm. Being a city kid myself, summers were glorious mostly because I spent it outside, in nature. My friends and I would play in an around my grandmas’ red barn, hiding amidst the horses and sheep. My grandma had a working farm with sheep, goats, chickens, horses, and cows. They were all my friends. We would often bathe in the stream. Jumping in the cold water was a shock at first, but your body adjusts. Our bodies always adjust. Maybe I blocked it out. Maybe my mind wanted to protect me. Whatever the case may be, that veil of so-called protection, is gone. I remember now. I remember everything.
By Roberta DeAndrade5 years ago in Fiction
Far from Home
The Evergreen was once a living meadow, a sanctuary for small flying insects and tiny birds who nested peacefully in the tall grass. Food was plentiful and the sunlight always seemed to shine a little brighter overhead, bringing a warm glow to the thousands of wildflowers that swayed in an almost permanent summer breeze.
By Cassie Mason5 years ago in Fiction
Beacon
It’s the third day I’ve spent in the barn, waiting on my batteries to recharge, and the fourth since I ran away. The solar cell I found and rigged up isn’t efficient, especially in these short, February days. The axe head I’ve been using to dig in the ice is near the broken door, and the bull hasn’t come in for the night yet.
By Sjan Evardsson5 years ago in Fiction
