Science Fiction
Who's the real Monsters?
Eric's POV The day started off normal, had breakfast and kept it down, then listened in on Ed and Shelly. Would've listened in on both of them a bit more if a sudden feeling of dread didn't seep into my bones. It was the same feeling I had when Z was taken to Nurse Ratchet. That Thing is flexing it's power.
By Lucy Torralba2 months ago in Chapters
Inversion - 13. AI-Generated.
Chapter 13 Laurel left at dawn, or tried to. He made it perhaps two hundred yards down the mountain path before his legs gave out, depositing him unceremoniously on a fallen log beside the trail. His body, stripped to its essentials during the long sitting, had forgotten how to coordinate the complex business of walking on rough terrain.
By The Myth of Sysiphus2 months ago in Chapters
Inversion - 12. AI-Generated.
Book IV: Shape from the Void Chapter 12 Laurel awoke to the sound of voices, which was wrong on several levels. First, because he had been certain that he was dead – not metaphorically dead, but genuinely, biologically dead, his consciousness dissolved into whatever quantum foam may underly awareness. Second, because voices implied other people, and other people were the last thing he wanted to encounter in whatever state he now found himself in.
By The Myth of Sysiphus2 months ago in Chapters
Brass Ring: When They Were Children
Fifteen years ago… The mobile carnival smelled of rust and oil. The smell of popcorn and hot dogs barely covered the smell. The lines to the rides were long, but the couples didn’t mind. Men trying to prove things to either their buddies or their dates surrounded the gaming booths as the promise of stuffed animals overrode the knowledge that the games were rigged against them. Kids swarmed the tents, looking for the next great attraction.
By Jamais Jochim2 months ago in Chapters
Who's the real Monsters?
Feeling myself being pulled out of my body I was brought back into that dark foggy place again. Carefully listening I stayed quiet while the feeling of being watched like a bug under a telescope filled me with anxiety. Steadying my voice I said with my chest, "Show yourself." Red eyes looked down on me in a the span of a millisecond. It's body appeared to be made entirely of shadows and darkness. My heart hammered against my ribs as I froze under It's gaze.
By Lucy Torralba2 months ago in Chapters
The Sparta Chronicles. AI-Generated.
Within the suffocating embrace of the mist-choked Carpathians, shadows bled across the brutalized earth, each elongated stripe a phantom limb of forgotten ages, their whispers a litany of the lost. Sparta, Jackson, and Pandora stood before a monolithic beast of a castle. Its obsidian spires, like sharpened bone, ripped into the bruised and unforgiving sky, the very wind a dirge, a mournful keening for tales that had withered into dust. Pandora, a soul adrift on the storm of her grief for Perseus, felt an unholy magnetism pulling her, a siren's call from this accursed edifice.
By Carolyn Patton2 months ago in Chapters
The Sparta Chronicles. AI-Generated.
Sparta, Jackson, and Pandora stood on the precipice of a forgotten wound, the skeletal remains of the Roanoke colony gnawing at the silence beneath a spectral moon. Pandora clutched a brittle journal, its pages whispering secrets that tore at her voice, a tempest of raw discovery and primal dread churning within her.
By Carolyn Patton2 months ago in Chapters
The Sparta Chronicles. AI-Generated.
The 1940s, a gilded cage of Hollywood where dreams clawed their way into the blinding spotlight, but beneath the veneer, rot festered. Here, amidst the intoxicating perfume of jasmine and the acrid tang of desperation, Sparta and Jackson found themselves ensnared in a knot of intrigue, tighter and more venomous than any screen siren’s poisoned kiss. The city pulsed with the roar of engines and the sibilant hiss of secrets, its opulent avenues a siren song luring the unwary into the encroaching, suffocating shadows where truth was a ghost no one dared to face.
By Carolyn Patton2 months ago in Chapters
The Sparta Chronicles. AI-Generated.
The raw, unforgiving wind of the Andes clawed at Sparta and Jackson, two souls irrevocably bound to the currents of time, teetering on the brink of oblivion. Before them yawned an Incan scar upon the earth, a skeletal remains of a civilization clawed from the mountain's granite heart. Crumbling stone, slick with the mountain's ancient tears, whispered a thousand forgotten sagas into the howling wind. Pandora, their brilliant, often distant anchor, was elsewhere, lost in her own labyrinth of chronal equations. But her fierce, loyal shadows, her canine bulwarks, were here, their primal instincts thrumming with anticipation.
By Carolyn Patton2 months ago in Chapters
The Sparta Chronicles. AI-Generated.
The crimson dust of Mars clawed at the edges of Sparta and Jackson's vision, a stark testament to their maiden plunge into the unknown. The colony, a defiant scar upon the desolate expanse, throbbed with a frantic energy. Gleaming chrome domes, impossibly fragile against the alien sky, shimmered under the razor-thin atmosphere, a siren song of progress masking a chilling undercurrent of fear. It was a palpable dread, thick as the metallic tang of recycled air, clinging to the very marrow of the place.
By Carolyn Patton2 months ago in Chapters
