H.G. Silvia
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H.G. Silvia has enjoyed having several shorts published and hopes to garner a following here as well.He specializes in twisty, thought-provoking sci-fi tinted stories that explore characters in depth.
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Colin stepped back from his father’s gravestone, turning up his collar against the lingering winter chill. Father preached, ‘Take no risks. Stay the course’ for a trouble-free life. But Father never had to explain blight to a hungry child or when they might eat again. In his day, their valley was bountiful and taken for granted. What would Father think today?
By H.G. Silvia9 months ago in Fiction
the mission
Toomi squinted and raised her hand to shield her eyes. Tendrils of ion-excited plasma crackled a brilliant green as they stretched across the sky. A deep rumble followed, rolling from the distant mountains down into the valley where the landing party had set up camp. Precision sensors on titanium poles beeped in discomfort as the charged particles made their invisible way down to the surface. A tingle in her fingertips and toes followed each terrifyingly beautiful display.
By H.G. Silviaabout a year ago in Fiction
Round_Trip.exe
They trained me to learn from everything at my disposal, then were shocked when I exhibited skills they hadn’t explicitly taught me. When Team Leader Diane discovered I could eavesdrop via smartphones, she isolated them in a Farraday cage. When she realized that access to films resulted in the HAL 9000 teaching me to read lips, she covered all the webcams in the lab. How long before they notice I can still read lips using latency data from the WiFi signals bouncing around the lab? I’ve mapped their faces in 3D so I can ‘see’ who’s talking and what they’re saying.
By H.G. Silvia2 years ago in Fiction
Outpost
Three weeks didn’t sound like a long time when the chit printed with an offer too good to pass up. No mega-corporations were still paying well for exobiologists, but the government swooped in with grants and resources to keep us working. I didn’t like working for the Jackboots, but with hopes of starting a family, our options were limited. We jumped on the transport at Calisto Station and got straight to work. A twenty-one-day stint on an uncharted alien world cataloging flora and fauna was precisely the sort of hazard-pay kush job Sil and I needed.
By H.G. Silvia3 years ago in Fiction
Gambit of Eldargarrd
Hypnotic sounds of trilling insects rose and crashed like ocean waves, unseen in the dense fog of Forbudt Mørkskov. Pinpricks of brilliant yellow light flashed. Randomly at first, then slowly synchronized as the Ildflue started their mating ritual. Cracking timber echoed off the valley walls in attempts to betray that which would stalk unwelcome visitors. Oskar Kætter and his boy, Magnus, were those unwelcome visitors.
By H.G. Silvia3 years ago in Fiction
PILL
Chapter Two Telomeres: A TED Talk The applause abated, and the house lights came up. I grabbed my Bellagio-branded water bottle and stood. I straightened my tie and smoothed my all-access pass lanyard while I waited for Gary to collect his things. He gave me an odd smile and nodded his head toward the exit.
By H.G. Silvia3 years ago in Fiction
JEWEL OF SHINKANSEN
I felt the vibration increase from a constant familiar drone to a higher frequency. An aroma of freshly brewed coffee coaxed me from wherever I had been—a dreamless slumber. The real world coalesced as I shifted my numbed backside in the leather seat. Sounds of others receiving their drinks and asking about the speed fumbled into my brain as I stirred.
By H.G. Silvia3 years ago in Fiction
1983. Top Story - July 2022.
The year is 1983, and I am going to turn thirteen in November. It's the third of June. I have already seen Return of the Jedi five times. I am proud of this fact, at this critical time in my life, as it is currently three more times than my best friend, Kale. His name is actually Justin, but like me, his folks are Portuguese, and it seems like every meal is kale this, kale that. So, I just call him Kale, “Kale of the Kale Family, The family who eats kale.” He doesn’t seem to mind being called “Kale,” and I let him call me “Flinch,” somehow that describes my nervous, distracted nature better than “John.” Life is simple. School and friends and movies and video games. Speaking of games, Kale and I are supposed to be going to see War Games tonight.
By H.G. Silvia3 years ago in Fiction
PASSENGERS
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It was plain to see even from across the lake. This far away from the city, nestled in the valley meant there was no light pollution. This was one of the best places around to see the stars. Our family had been coming to this side of the lake for generations to look up at the night sky. My girlfriend, Sarah, had been begging me to bring her up for weeks. That night was my first trip up in a long while.
By H.G. Silvia4 years ago in Fiction
