Sci Fi
The Foretold One
In Nottingham’s war-torn City Centre, Solidity forces were being unilaterally redeployed to the very heart of town. Over the stone steps and paving-slabs of that ornate square hung Empress Ungus’s giant saucer-shaped mothership, from which huge green world-rending tendrils spanned the gap between sky and earth. These were suddenly pulsating and germinating with a vengeance, perhaps making up for a stretch of lost time when it had seemed to some their maker was keeping them on hold, but Earthling tanks and planes were ever muscling their way through the widening breach in the Future Fighters and ultimate success for the Solidity’s superweapon now rested on a last concerted stratagem of defence.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
The Trojan Horse, Chapter Two
Before the prow of the Henry Martin airspace parted like the deep, battering housefronts and roof-tiles with Aeolian spume as the skyborne galleon of timber and gold ploughed above the city’s square trenches. The robot hordes first sighted her as she rounded the headland of the Town Hall’s great dome, at which her fore-facing bores of brass cannon broke into far-off fiery winks all at once. A second later and the marauders were met full in the teeth by a bombardment in which each cannonball accounted for many, explosions of strategic targets striking chain-reactions throughout densely-packed metal bodies that cleared whole smoking blast-zones across the mechanical mass.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
The Trojan Horse, Chapter One
A tide of devastation was washing through the city. Where just twenty minutes previously the public had been assembled in an open-air show of togetherness and resistance, now were police and army hastily dispersing the crowd and evacuating the square as fire and tumult drew ever nearer. The advancing ones were without finesse, without strategy more complex than the marauding charge, and indeed each and every member of their horde was without some limb or component or other. But with crushing metal fists and spasmodic blurts of high-powered weaponry these semi-functional Dimension Borg robots, lurching onward on their remaining legs, were making carnage of the night.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
The Trojan Horse, Chapter Three
On Mars, warning-klaxons were adding their blare to the noise in the beaming-station and the lurid light from the Feeder Ray’s furnace was leaping and guttering like fire under a gale. “What in the two moons are they hitting us with?” Iskira exclaimed. “Nothing should be able to disrupt field coherency so fast!”
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Mars Rising, Chapter One
The crimson whiplashes of Dimension Borg’s eyebeams tore into the world. Neetra threw herself aside, teleporting as she rolled to finish up a clear six feet from the deadly path of the rays. Dimension Borg, his great cuboid body still motionless but his computer-brain working and compensating at terrifying speed, swivelled his head. More flashes and sparks followed suit, scarlet from him and golden from her, such that for minutes on end a frenetic dance of light played across the viewing-gallery’s sandy floor while the ranks of unheeding time-portals continued to file in sedate sequence overhead. The girl was all reflexes and speed, the robot all merciless exacting precision. She scampered and skipped from spot to spot, refusing to let herself be targeted, and he was an entrenched battalion to which she could not draw near. Such a standoff had to end, and it did when Neetra, flitting unhurt out of the latest fusillade’s trajectory, was tagged through the flapping pleats of her short brown tunic. Skirt smoking from three round holes she skidded to a halt amid a small dust-cloud and threw both hands above her head.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Below Rainier
For years and years there lived a couple in the vast fields of central Washington state. Too poor to go anywhere else, or even to live in a house for that matter, so they lived in a pretty red barn. This barn, when first bought, was tall and glorious, with fresh red paint, and high white doors, and was also home to a coop of chickens and two young cows. This young couple lived in the barn loft, and slept on a hay bed covered only in a sheet and two blankets. The years were not easy on this barn though. Between the torrents of cold rain or a cloudless sky giving way to an unforgiving sun, the barn faded, rotted, and cracked.
By Matt Coryell5 years ago in Fiction
Mars Rising, Chapter Three
Hand by hand, aching all over, Neetra made her weary way back up the tow-chain. The pilot’s chair awaited her at the end of her painful clamber and she started the Ultimate Cycle’s engines again, though they sounded in worse shape than she was and overexerting the forcefields for such a desperate gambit had sapped the batteries almost to deadness. Nevertheless our heroine set course to return to the citadel, with nothing to go on but hope she had power enough to make it there.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Release Me
“Resistance has failed. Subject is set for termination.” He hit the crates hard, his naked body bruising as he felt the spears of dozens of festering splinters from the old wood. He rolled through the rough hay. It stuck to the cold mucus that covered his body, enveloping him in a coat of yesterday’s chaff.
By Brady Hollis5 years ago in Fiction
Lost and Found
I am walking through the forest in a mid America state. The last memory I had was sleeping in my bed. I don’t know how I got here or when I was at home the last time. It may have been last night or months ago. Lost and confused, I am trying to find someplace where I can ask where I am. I continue to walk yet not finding a road or town. I maybe should be afraid but for some strange reason I am not. I keep looking for a trail in the forest but I don't see one. The sun is directly overhead so I can’t even tell which direction I am going. I wandered about for what seemed hours until I came to a wide gorge. How far down I could not tell and I knew I couldn’t go down the edge. On the other side I saw what appeared to be a barn. It was there by itself with no other buildings. I thought it strange that there was a barn out here in the middle of nowhere, yet I decided it was the first sign of civilization I had seen. I looked both directions to see if there was a way to get to the other side. They both looked like it would be a long hike so I went to the right, hoping I would find a way to get across the gorge. The sun was going down and I knew I would have to make a shelter for the night if I didn’t get across to the barn.
By Don McDougle5 years ago in Fiction
