Sci Fi

When Flashes Clash, Chapter Three
Figures were moving, hastening along the tunnel towards the shaft. Most of their faces were those of friends, but this did not stop Phoenix and Phoenix Prime immediately training an energy-weapon and a blazing hand on the one exception.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Love in the Underground, Chapter Three
Lightning for his part had been only too aware of the Henry Martin overhead, and immediately prior to entering the alleyway between warehouses had glimpsed her tacking off in obvious search of a landing-place. “Company’s coming, Flashtease,” he muttered grimly to his companion and prop. “Every second’s going to be crucial now.”
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Mysterious Barn
Moving from the city to the country was a huge difference, the people were different, the landscape and roads were different. There was a store down the street and by down the street I mean 4 kilometers. My bike came in handy for sure.
By arron taylor5 years ago in Fiction
Shapeshifters, Chapter Three
Professor Iskira Neetkins looked down at the face of Dr. Mendelssohn and thought exactly what her daughter was thinking. Then she eased the control lever back into its housings and brought the all-terrain vehicle to a grateful juddering halt. They had arrived at a long-abandoned mineral processing mill, a solitary pillar of old pitted stone perched high atop a desert ridge. Ancient conveyor-belts, their gears and pulleys corroded together into single metal masses that would never move again, slanted from the precipice into deep empty quarries through which the wind sang an endless lonely song. An edifice of such apparent age could only date back to before the Venusian exodus. Iskira could imagine it out here in this remote place, weathering the day when destruction came to the first Martian civilization. Though the past was crumbled and gone, fragments of it were standing yet.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Shapeshifters, Chapter Four
Joe and Gala, having broken out of the cell, were proceeding through the dark tubes of the fungus-ship’s innards on their way back to the bridge. A smooth jolt ran through the organic walls and floor, followed by an unmistakable feeling of increased inertia.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Shapeshifters, Chapter One
In the beleaguered city of Nottingham it was the height of day, but a preternatural still reigned over the streets. Invasion had banished traffic and emptied offices. Now the midday sun glinted silent and unstinting from the ring of gargantuan robots that surrounded the central area already ceded to the enemy. This hush however was deceptive. Most were hard at work, from the Solidity soldiers in their outposts and watchtowers peering ceaselessly over the war-zone in search of resistance, to the ones they sought biding their time in hollows and gullies amidst the rubble, to others in the free city striving to orchestrate rebellion of their own. But all played a waiting game, with with neither action nor word disclosed the ends of their diverse secret schemes.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Locket
A forgotten city, long from now; could be any month, any day, almost any time between sunrise and sunset. Clouds the colour of faded renaissance paintings blotted out the sun, leaving only a faint shadowy disc. A sense of pressure hung in the air, humidity threatening to worsen and turn into rain. The sound of restless crowds, of Militia boots falling in step, heralding another patrol, another raid, another skirmish. Trash lined the sidewalks and crumbled underfoot, blooming horrid, previously undiscovered odours.
By Paul Martyn5 years ago in Fiction
A Nation of Our Own
“You need to button that stuff up, Kev. We’ll be leaving in about 10 minutes.” Sara’s voice called from the doorway. “Alright.” Kevin replied as he looked up from his computer screen, just catching a glimpse of the fiery little redhead as she continued on her way to the prep-chamber.
By Joseph Duncan5 years ago in Fiction
Shapeshifters, Chapter Two
Interplanetary space had been struck alight. Energy-emissions, the kind that looked like highways made of pulsating death, were roaring from the vanishing-point and cascading into the black yonder while deadly missiles and rockets buzzed endlessly by like outriders in their slipstream. In and out of this chaos the Flash Club ship swerved and rolled as it made its dauntless way ever onward. Neetra, who had done her homework on this galaxy’s weapons before embarking, gripped the twin handles of her steering-stick yet tighter and hollered aloud:
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Fantastic Voyage - Part 2
CA-55 arced downwards. It was as graceful as an Olympic diver. If one could witness the shuttle’s entry into the atmosphere, one would describe it as an arrow soaring through a sheet of vapour. Gone were the days of turbulent entries and departures. The crew might as well have been strapped into their armchairs at home. Ephemeral clouds whizzed past the shuttle’s window. After a few seconds, CA-55 broke through the layer of clouds, and the astronauts were treated with their first clear view of X-Terra’s surface. CA-55’s familiar hum pierced the thick silence generated by the crew members’ collective awe. They were landing on a tropical island.
By FP5 years ago in Fiction
Fantastic Voyage - Part 1
During her training program, Rita had read various books about the history of space travel. She had marvelled at the things she learned. For example, Apollo 11 was powered by a computer with a miniscule processing power of 64 kilobytes. Her kitchen dustbin with the automatic lid used more than that. Another example: Laika 3, Russia’s historic space mission at the turn of the 22nd century, was the first manned mission to leave the solar system. None of the astronauts survived the return to Earth; their sanity was crushed by the isolation and existential turmoil that accompanied outer space’s opaque vacuum. The pilots, disregarding all of their training, could not bear another three years away from Earth, so they overrode the automatic flight controls and prematurely diverted the ship back towards Earth. Of course, no human can anticipate the random movements of asteroid clusters in outer space. Their ship was destroyed, but not before the crucial data was transferred back to mission control thanks to a computer that transmitted an incredible 7500 terabytes of data per second.
By FP5 years ago in Fiction
Mirror
Old Barn A piece of charred wood fell from above as I managed to push some old equipment out of the way. I’d been waiting for this day my entire life, but this was all wrong. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I looked down at the strange key card in my hand and realized I needed to focus. I cleared away some more debris and found the lock. I ran the card through without a clue as to what was on the other side. “Dad needed the green bottle with the blue tape in the black closet”, I whispered to myself over and over. The door opened and lights fluttered on to reveal a stairway. I ran down and came across another door. I typed my birthdate into the keypad, and I was suddenly staring at myself in some sort of liquid mirror. I reached out to touch it and it opened around my hand. Through the whole I could see a small lab. I closed my eyes and stepped through with extreme relief that I passed through safely. Though when I looked behind, the mirror was gone. I quickly scanned the room for the black closet. I found it immediately and within a minute I was holding the green bottle with the blue tape.
By Genevieve Armstorff5 years ago in Fiction