Sci Fi
Genesis Zero
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. But then again, neither were there starships. It was two months, sixteen days and five hours into the new year of 5209 AD that the first signs of trouble had appeared. I remember the exact moment as I’m sure everyone who is still alive from that early morning in the Valley does. How can one forget such a moment? It’s not the invention of the wheel, or the discovery of gravity. No, it’s something far broader, far more challenging in the ways that it demolishes your universe and begins rebuilding it at a frightening speed with which you can barely keep up. This was the moment everything changed. Not just for you or me, for our country, our kingdom, even at last for the entire earth.
By Dalharp Carmen4 years ago in Fiction
Drop Troopers Pt 1
It was a normal morning on the space station, or at least as much of a normal as there ever could be in space. Being assigned to the 1st Shock Assault Drop Trooper Battalion, or 1st SADT, was already hard enough, however having to be deployed to space was even harder. Taylor Hazzard rolled out of her bunk and looked out of the viewport at the Earth below still in awe of the views which she was able to see every day. "Hey Lola! what are you looking at!?" A Hispanic voice could be heard from outside of the semi-private bunk which she was assigned. "You see this view every 90 minutes, surely it must be old by now? When we get back planet side, me Abuela is going to make us some street tacos like they do in Mexico City. Are you in?" Taylor, still waking up and not having had her first cup of coffee of the morning let out a large yawn.
By Jessica Heath4 years ago in Fiction
Inversion
What sound-minded people reported from the Manhatten shoreline is astonishing. However, as the military trucked my colleagues and me towards the anomaly in the back of a deuce and a half, I found myself trying to start a conversation, any conversation outside of our fields of study. As they dropped us off, barely staying long enough to let us unload our equipment, we watched the falling objects during the eighteen-mile boat ride to Long Island, waiting for the notions that made this more than just a frightful exploration mission. From the fog above, dark objects fell with no apparent pattern, but we barely caught the video of the ascension of a few things disappearing in such a way the Captain demanded double on the spot. If we couldn’t get the federal government to accompany us on THE research endeavor of Physics rewriting horror, this man would have to go down braver than any of us. Breaking through the dense fog that formed as the anomaly came to be, we realized our team may have been foolish. Our education spurred curiosities shedding light on human fears and would now be responsible for reporting on a dimension nightmare. Long Island now had a graciously settled twin mirrored island above, an inversion event but was the screaming of undoubtedly confused citizens, dropping, rising, or victims of some kind of rift exchange.
By Willem Indigo4 years ago in Fiction
The Storm Drain
I’ve always been afraid of severe weather. Living in Iowa, I’ve seen my unfair share of terrifying destruction due to nature. A derecho shredded hundreds of trees and annihilated acres of crops. Ice storms have caused horrific car accidents and knocked out the power for days, even weeks. Severe thunderstorms have flooded cities and swept away unfortunate wildlife that couldn’t find shelter. Snow has trapped people in their homes for days on end. I have woken up in a cold sweat more times than I can count from nightmares of my house burning down, trying frantically to find my dogs and grab them before the flames lick at their heels and the smoke chokes out their last breath.
By Ember Gray4 years ago in Fiction
Moon
If the hundreds of buzzes didn't wake me up, the PSA did. A loud blaring came from my phone before I picked it up. My screen lit up with the words in bright red "DO NOT LOOK AT THE MOON". Confused, I unlock my phone to Google why, when I'm met with the onslaught of messages telling me to look outside.
By Joonga Ship4 years ago in Fiction
The FrostWing Chronicles
Chapter 3- Darkness Approaching when the sun goes down Eyrokar walked into his Chambers and found Sif asleep. “She looks like Isarnia… Arghh… Perhaps I have remained too loyal. She was the same age as Kayla when we got married. Seeing her resting is making me weary. I need to kill something.” Eyrokar growled as he left the room. As the door closed, Sif sat up in alertness.
By Robert Gross4 years ago in Fiction
The Last Currency of the Deep
This far underwater, things resembled space. There were flecks of debris that mimicked stars as they floated by, reflecting the glow of Miri’s flashlight, but overall she was swallowed in darkness. The pressure suit she wore gave her protection from the elements, but that was all for the body. Her mind tended to wander on these excavation trips. In her old age, she had a tendency to hum songs with long-forgotten lyrics to keep herself calm as she shivered through her suit.
By Kira DeSomma 4 years ago in Fiction
The Time of Magic and Machines
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. When they appeared they had their time. They were mighty and the world trembled upon their terror and majesty. They could not be tamed nor underestimated. Many believed them to be gods and worshipped them. Building great temples in their names.
By James "Vilay" Mongkhonvilay4 years ago in Fiction
