Sci Fi
No Sound In Space
(This is the second chapter of "Vipers and Krakens". The first chapter is available right here on Vocal) **************** Just one of the few alliances forged between the United Earth Republic by its Lord President, David Graves, had provided the UE navy with their galactic-class armada. Just upward of two hundred battlecruisers, fashioned with the armour plating and weaponry of a Gustavii warboat.
By Joseph Icha5 years ago in Fiction
Could Be Worse
QTWT Willy Rules Willy pumped the brakes too quickly on his cherried-out 1979 pickup with a hydraulic suspension system on rims from a newer Chevy Nova. It needed a part they don’t make anymore . The 1979 F100 front disk brakes were about to fail completely so the rear drums, all to often, had to work twice as hard. Sometimes the rear wheels would lock up and skid mid way through the second brake-pump and sometimes it took 5. Good old Willy never knew many pumps it would take. It was a rough ride.
By James Donahue5 years ago in Fiction
Heart Felt
The muggy gusts of air brought the smell of swampy decay from the closest fermentation station. Mixed with the acrid fumes from the incinerator stack, it melded into an acidic soot, which burned the eyes and tasted of rust. Mother would tie scarves around our faces to cover our noses and mouths on the incinerator days. It helped suppress the coughing attacks from breathing the air. Four blocks to the Block 6 youth center where I would train to become an incinerator or fermentation laborer.
By Bill Armstrong5 years ago in Fiction
Leaving Safety
The walls dissolved around Herbert as he stared implacably, his cool blue eyes focused on nothing. A cloud of nanoparticulate dust shimmered, then coalesced into the scene for his next meeting. It was very good he wasn’t breathing, or the dust would have invaded his lungs.
By Kaia Maeve Tingley5 years ago in Fiction
Hope In Hand
By Krislyn McKeown It has been 48 days since the killer virus was first announced on ESPN nightly news sending the whole of America and the rest of the world into an uncontrollable panic. 48 days since Luke, Jordan and I have had anything to eat other than non-perishable tins of canned beans, sardines, vegetable soups and anything else we could scavenge from the pantries of abandoned homes on the outskirts of town. 48 days since our normal, uninteresting teenage lives were turned upside down forever.
By Krislyn Mckeown5 years ago in Fiction
'From Beyond, With Love'. A Doomsday Diary.
My fingertips tingle gently as they brush the edge of a cloud, leaving water droplets scattered across my palm. Spreading my arms out further I push a little higher, the warmth of the sun breaking onto my face. This feeling I will never get used to. The freedom of being surrounded by endless sky, protected by the sun, caressed by the air. Nothing compares to the feeling of flight.
By Holly Rose Frith5 years ago in Fiction
The Meat Room
When I became aware of my surroundings, the first thing I noticed was the atrocious smell. It was all iron, meat and blood and a vague hint of burning to top it off. I stepped forward down the skinny corridor at once, the fleshy walls barely able to accommodate my moderate frame. I was barefoot and my first step forward halfway submerged my right foot in a pool of thick red mucus, the membrane of the floor like a gel that sunk in under my weight but held me firm underneath. I looked behind me and saw what appeared to be a door, colored onyx and etched with symbols that meant nothing to me. I saw no hinges, no handles, and no clear way to open it. I continued forward.
By Jeremy Caudle 5 years ago in Fiction
The Hearteners
It has always been the one thing I could never lose no matter how hard I tried. To remove myself from this world completely I had to shed my skin and mourn myself while destroying every physical embodiment of me that has ever existed. But this, this final piece was the hardest to let go of, the most impossible to wish away. Finally, I dropped the last piece of myself and all those I’ve ever loved into the stream with a stifled damning cry.
By Melissa Tremblay5 years ago in Fiction
