Sci Fi

Zircon - Chapter 2
Six weeks ago All I can hear is the tap, tap, tap of the keyboard as I write my dissertation. The sun rays illuminates my office warming my right cheek. I usually close the door half way to avoid being distracted, but not so much as to say I am not there. For the past few days I’ve been literally eating the literature jumping from book to book, from journal to journal. I want to get the facts straight. As I write I think I hear that creaking sound the door makes when its being open very slowly, but I take no mind to notice who’s coming in.
By AGB4 years ago in Fiction
Cosmic legends
I looked blankly at this strange world and wondered, "Where is this?" "Wait ......, who am I? Why can't I remember anything?" I struggled to recall, but came up empty.
By qiang qiang ma4 years ago in Fiction
Cosmic legends
"Doctor, the investor has promised to give you twenty minutes, you prepare a PPT and present that theory in a clear and concise manner." The caller said.
By qiang qiang ma4 years ago in Fiction
The Bounty
AK-7 came over the intercom with a loud buzz and a series of whistles and reverberations. I rolled my eyes. "7, human. How many times..."
By Andrew Stevens4 years ago in Fiction
Onyx Olympus
The rover descended slowly into that ancient, immense crater; its lights flashing in scanning, counter clockwise fashion, splitting open the blackness only briefly. This ancient stone beast – so great in size – had swallowed the small ship, which now sank downward as if powerlessly through the vacuum of deep space. So massive was the mountain that falling was the same as floating. The ship was actually floating, though, or at least descending in a slow, meticulous manner. That was what Ariadne understood, anyway. She bounced back and forth across the small capsule – the main ship was left outside, at base camp – and stared out from the windows into the blackness. The ship’s lights shown out through that blackness into nothingness. Complete emptiness. It was reminiscent of her time spent down in the Marianna Trench, though this was much different from that, she knew. It wasn’t as dark – there aren’t many places in the inner solar system darker than the Trench – but it still, somehow, felt darker. Certainly emptier, which was saying a lot.
By Robert Pettus4 years ago in Fiction
Blood Snow
Heavy, pregnant storm clouds wallowed across the painted sky, splashed crimson and gold from the setting sun. Fleeing from the storm, tendrils of autumn’s distant warmth caressed Mia’s wrinkled and sunburned face. Each fitful gust sent visions of bountiful harvests, of celebrations, of what had been, through her mind.
By beckett jubb4 years ago in Fiction
Dawn
2 On the 2 burly men, they wore biker jackets with exposed arms and rugged tattoos on their arms. On their shoulders, they had silver shiny spikes.
By qiang qiang ma4 years ago in Fiction
Zircon
A sharp pain woke me, apparently I had fallen asleep on top of what seem to be a desk. As I open my eyes I notice that the room was pitch black, nothing could be seen. Relying only on my sense of touch I deduce that I was sitting on a metal chair behind a metal table. Both my arms were lying on the cold surface of the desk, when I tried to retrieve them I felt the sharp pain again in both my wrist, and heard the clicking sound of metal beating against metal. I began to search for any source of light, but fail to find any. Since I was confined with no way of escape for the moment, I tried to recall what had happen in the last 24 hours, I needed to remember how did I get here? The harder I tried to remember the more I began to notice the migraine. The only thing I knew for sure was that I was on my way to meet him, after that nothing.
By AGB4 years ago in Fiction
Ice World Explorer - Chapter 3
Oso and Avtar slowly made their way out of the forest and into a large snow-covered field. The great mountain, only a few miles in front of them, created a beautiful backdrop to the flat, snowy field before them.
By Cyber Dragon4 years ago in Fiction
The Frostwing Chronicles
Chapter 4- Following the Wind Sigrune opened her eyes to a very relaxing night of rest. She noticed Eyrokar’s left arm was under her and across her stomach, while his right claw rested on her right thigh. His touch was arousing to her, and she sat ,up trying to avoid any further arousal. Eyrokar jumpup awake, “What’s going on!?!” he asked nervously. Eyrokar then looked at Sigrune and noticed his claws ripped her shirt off. He then shielded his eyes from Sigrune’s half-naked body. “What? You have seen me naked many times in the past.” Sigrune laughed as she pulled off her shirt from Eyrokar’s claws. “Yes, but you were a child and didn’t have breasts developed at the time. Did I call you your mothers name?” Eyrokar asked. “A few times in your sleep… I liked it.” Sigrune giggled. “I hate myself,” Eyrokar growled as he turned towards the door. “Where is Sif?” Sigrune asked. “She left about an hour ago. You were comfortable, and I did not want to wake you.” Sigrune sighed. “I am rather rested… Thank you. After you put something on, come here. I owe you a kiss on your head.” Eyrokar sighed. Sigrune got her robe on and walked over to the polite Draconian. Eyrokar turned to her slowly to make sure she wasn’t naked. He gently grabbed onto her shoulders and kissed her forehead.
By Robert Gross4 years ago in Fiction
A Parlor Tale
San Francisco, 1919 She never believed him. Not really. The stories were too absurd. No matter how many times Grandfather insisted they were true, Nadine remained unconvinced. Nevertheless, it was fun to pretend. She’d been pretending for twenty years.
By Heidi Beth Sadler4 years ago in Fiction
Dawn
The teenager also did not turn around, hastily pulling his sister into the short bushes next to him. Most of these bushes have died, below the plants, is buried by the sandy tarmac road.
By qiang qiang ma4 years ago in Fiction