Sci Fi

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
The Pod
DAY 1 Dillon lay in the darkness with his eyes closed and pondered the sounds and smells that were part of his personal world. He was waking in the middle of the night again and while it didn't cause a major problem he didn't understand. He was awash in the afterglow of the dream, but he felt interrupted by something outside the dream. There was no sound or movement, so it had to be something else; something beyond the dream. He paused attempting to recall the interruption but seemed only to feel it. The dream was clear enough, but the disruption was elusive. What Dillon thought he saw was the outside prior to the world storm. It was a vibrant planet with towering cities and picturesque landscapes. He wondered though, was this the world that had been or merely the world he hoped would be after the restoration. He recalled similar views from the daily upload, but something was different.
By PK Rankin4 years ago in Fiction
The Harvest
"There weren't always Dragons in the Valley. They came from the Up and Out-- came to our world and claimed it for their own. They lamed us with their fire. Before they came, we lived in houses that scraped up to the sky. We rode in magical cargs— little houses that could move all on their own. Our medisink was strong and our knowledge deeper than time. Our reach was limitless. We could even fly, all the way to the Up and Out, on the backs of great metal birds who's wings were longer than a tree is tall!"
By Sam Spinelli4 years ago in Fiction
The Truth About Love and Lancets
“There weren't always dragons in the Valley. I should know. In the days when I was born, it was called the Hudson River. The river flowed in two directions, searching for its looted pearls. The Palisades stood its ground against the iron towers of Manhattan. Then one day, all of that ended. The Black Hole Attrition occurred, and nothing was the same,” Cox said. “All of this happened decades before you were born.”
By Zee Dempster4 years ago in Fiction
The Experiment
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley.” KatLynd leaned back in the saddle, knowing this was going to be another one of JelDarian’s unprompted lectures.
By Kerry Duncan4 years ago in Fiction
Who We Are
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Mere months ago the Washington monument stood tall where the colorful creatures swoop low and trample now. The marble obelisk nothing more than rubble beneath their claws, cracking and chipping with each landing. It was one, then five, and more arrived with each passing day. Each unique in color and shape, with their own special abilities, which they exhibited on live broadcasted television. Their leader, Signe, broke the terrified silence first.
By Arielle Irvine4 years ago in Fiction
The War Machine
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. The first eggs fell to Earth as meteors more than fifty years ago. The locals who found them were overjoyed, thinking they'd had valuable space minerals land in their backyards. There was precedent for such excitement, certain space minerals were highly valuable in the defense and consumer electronics industries. As soon as the first egg went onto an online auction site, however, the Government got involved. They are usually quick to lay claim to things other people have already claimed ownership of. All told, three-hundred and fifty-two eggs were mapped and charted to have landed in the relatively small strip of land that became known as Dragon Alley.
By Maxie Ray4 years ago in Fiction
Project DRAGN
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. What made it worse for Gideon, though, was that he had put them there. He brushed his hand over the fingers of an enormous fern, its waxy green skin echoing the last remnants of afternoon light that managed to weave their way through the dense forest canopy above. Only a few months ago, the ferns had crumbled to dry powder at the same touch. They had also been about seven times smaller. Now they towered over him along with the rest of the plant life, like underbrush for a giant.
By Alex Schotzko4 years ago in Fiction
Across the Mountains
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. A long time ago, the Valley had been a part of a large continent, known as No'Paga. One long night, a giant eruption exploded the peace the inhabitants of the Valley had known. Thrusting forth from the surface of Rathe, giant mountains imposed upon the sky where a red moon hung as an ever silent observer.
By Michelle Weir4 years ago in Fiction
The Underbelly
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Anyone that knew me would never have thought I’d become one. The quiet, reclusive, conflict-avoidant wall flower...no, definitely not me.
By Aley Way4 years ago in Fiction
The Visitor
No one can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say, but sometimes the creatures in the vacuum of space can hear the screams of those who live beyond their world, even if the screams are just coming from the inside.
By Joe Patterson4 years ago in Fiction
Resistance
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. For that matter, there weren’t always dragons. As I look out over the scorched and barren landscape, it occurs to me I might well be the only person left who remembers what it was like here before they came.
By L. Ann Rucker4 years ago in Fiction