Sci Fi

The Sun Seeker
Jes crossed the street toward a brightly colored complex, with a long, heavy awning that depicting people gathered around a boiling stewpot. The enclave was one of hundreds across the planets, the only stable property the Children of Lore held onto. An old fashioned bell jingled overhead, and Jes felt tension leave her body as a familiar face bustled over.
By Anna Kringle4 years ago in Fiction
Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) in 2022 & 2023
The Marvel Cinematic Universe aka MCU is an American media franchise which are based on superhero films produced by Marvel studios. As far as we know, this franchise has been commercially successful over the years and has generally received positive reviews from all over the world. The MCU has additionally roused a few themed attractions, television series and various tie-in video games. Marvel Studios releases its films in groups called "Phases". So, let’s talk about the different phases of MCU.
By Adam R4 years ago in Fiction
Superman
Next evening as a lot of us were sitting out on the major's piazza, and young Briggs of the infantry was holding forth on the constellations,--you know he's a good deal of an astronomer,--Mrs. Powell suddenly turned to him with 'But you haven't told us the name of that bright planet low down there in the northern sky,' and we all turned and looked where she pointed. Briggs looked too. It was only a little lower than some stars of the second and third magnitude that he had been telling about only five minutes before, only it shone with a redder or yellower glare,--orange I suppose was the real color,--and was clear and strong as the light of Jupiter. "'That?' says Briggs. 'Why, that must be----Well, I own up. I declare I never knew there was so big a star in that part of the firmament!' "'Don't worry about it, Briggs, old boy,' drawled the major, who had been squinting at it through a powerful glass he owns. 'That's terra firmament. That planet's at the new ranch up on the spur of the Matitzal.' "But that wasn't all. Two days after, Baker came in from a scout. He had been over across the range and had stopped at Burnham's on his way down. He didn't see Burnham; he wasn't invited in, but he was full of his subject. 'By _Jove!_ fellows. Have any of you been to the ranches lately? No? Well, then, I want to get some of the ladies to go up there and call. In all my life I never saw so pretty a girl as was sitting there on the piazza when I rode around the corner of the house. _Pretty!_ She's lovely. Not Mexican. No, indeed! A real American girl,--a young lady, by Gad!'" That, then, explained the new light. "And did that give the ranch the name by which it is known to you?" we asked Wayne. "Yes. The ladies called it 'Starlight Ranch' from that night on. But not one of them has seen the girl. Mrs. Frazer and Mrs. Jennings actually took the long drive and asked for the ladies, and were civilly told that there were none at home. It was a Chinese servant who received them. They inquired for Mr. Burnham and he was away too. They asked how many ladies there were, and the Chinaman shook his head--'No sabe.' 'Had Mr. Burnham's wife and daughter come?' 'No sabe.' 'Were Mr. Burnham and the ladies over at the other ranch?' 'No sabe,' still affably grinning, and evidently personally pleased to see the strange ladies; but that Chinaman was no fool; he had his instructions and was carrying them out; and Mrs. Frazer, whose eyes are very keen, was confident that she saw the curtains in an upper window gathered just so as to admit a pair of eyes to peep down at the fort wagon with its fair occupants. But the face of which she caught a glimpse was not that of a young woman. They gave the Chinaman their cards, which he curiously inspected and was evidently at a loss what to do with, and after telling him to give them to the ladies when they came home they drove over to the Crocker Ranch. Here only Mexicans were visible about the premises, and, though Mrs. Frazer's Spanish was equal to the task of asking them for water for herself and friend, she could not get an intelligible reply from the swarthy Ganymede who brought them the brimming glasses as to the ladies--_Las senoras_-- at the other ranch. They asked for the Crockers, and the Mexican only vaguely pointed up the valley. It was in defeat and humiliation that the ladies with their escort, Mr. Baker, returned to the fort, but Baker rode up again and took a comrade with him, and they both saw the girl with the lovely face and form this time, and had almost accosted her when a sharp, stern voice called her within. A fortnight more and a dozen men, officers or soldiers, had rounded that ranch and had seen two women,-- one middle-aged, the other a girl of about eighteen who was fair and bewitchingly pretty. Baker had bowed to her and she had smiled sweetly on him, even while being drawn within doors. One or two men had cornered Burnham and began to ask questions. 'Gentlemen,' said he, 'I'm a poor hand at talk. I've no education. I've lived on the frontier all my life. I mean no offence, but I cannot answer your questions and I cannot ask you into my house. For explanation, I refer you to Mr. Crocker.' Then Baker and a chum of his rode over and called on the elder Crocker, and asked for the explanation. That only added to the strangeness of the thing.
By ranjit4 years ago in Fiction
Ghosts of Cydonia
I looked out my port window, the faint sun had just rose in the Martian sky. The small red flat topped mountains in the distance, and mesa filled terrain was a far cry from my home in Michigan. Even though I agreed to this mission to this foreboding red planet I missed my home. I grew up in a small-town farming community, and it had been a long time since I felt the wind blow through my hair. I missed the corn fields swaying in the wind like waves on the ocean.
By Craig Maxwell4 years ago in Fiction
Gunslingers of Black and White
Fresh footprints in the dark red sand whisked away with the scorching breeze. The land was flat; even the mountains had worn away to mere hills. Orange clouds like stretched out cotton balls hung high in the three moon sky. The Three Ladies, as the locals called it, were gray spheres, each one bigger than the last. A quiet town stood between two maroon hills. Thick black slabs of tile dusted with sand roofed every building, and a tan clay made up the walls. During what would be considered nighttime in other places, was when the citizens went about their business. It was impossible to go out during the day, for the sun was too great and bright.
By Victoria Cage4 years ago in Fiction
The Brain Patron
I am a brain patron. It’s an easy job if you have a beating heart and aren’t too squeamish about needles and the state of your own brain. The pay isn’t amazing but it leaves me plenty of time to read or to write or just take a nice nap in the quiet, dim room.
By Isaac Kaaren4 years ago in Fiction
Freedom
They never told me where I came from. They never told me how I got there. They never told me about my past. They never told me anything. I was lost in a sea of lies and untold truths. I was in my twenties with no idea who I was.
By Shell Harrell4 years ago in Fiction
Of Traps and Lace, Chapter Two
The restaurant’s back-exit let onto an alley with two mouths. While most of the Mini-Flashes went out front to scare Petunia and Dacks in that direction, the remainder waited in their parked cars and covered both escape-routes. At one end of the alleyway brooded Mini-Flash Meteor, and at the other sat Mini-Flash Bobbypins with 4-H-N. Bobbypins had in an understated way been quite insistent about this arrangement, and it wasn’t long at all before she revealed why.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Of Traps and Lace, Chapter Three
Beneath the conurbation ran a sombre pillared labyrinth where the oldest buildings’ foundations were found. Into its echoes and half-light Plunder Dacks and Petunia had fled, fearing to stay on the street. Eerie noises making their way to them through the cavernous subterrania reminded both that even down here they might not be alone for long.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Of Traps and Lace, Chapter Four
Since going undercover among the Mini-Flashes 4-H-N had kept up the illusion by conscientiously attending class, so knew right away which standard Flash Club search-pattern the gang would be using. She also knew Petunia was no trained field-operative. Bobbypins and the others would drive her upward, as was proper practice for targets unable to fly, and given the direction she took off in and how much time had elapsed it was easy enough for 4-H-N to home in on where her peachy quarry was most likely to put in a reappearance. Sure enough, before long she spied the familiar flippy head. Jumping with both hands outstretched 4-H-N clutched Petunia by the sweater and span her round, so that she stumbled to a stop and they were staring at each other.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Of Traps and Lace, Chapter Five
It was as if 4-H-N had even managed to hush the commentator. To a swirl of the orchestral score she watched the hot pink slowly drain from Petunia’s complexion, leaving her cheeks white and her glossy lips trembling.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Of Traps and Lace, Chapter One
Petunia moved through the pretty evening glow, companionably hand-in-hand with a boy wearing nothing but inch-thick rubber pants. Male Mini-Flashes suddenly mindful of the underwear beneath their own tunics stopped to watch as she and her escort’s considerably more industrial ones sailed by the lit-up shops. Those observers already teetering over taking a trip to Nottingham might have been tempted out of their last-minute doubts by the bobbing of Petunia’s silky violet flip-up tips or the flouncy bounce of her hemline, not to mention such motion as belonged to the tight snowy sweater between. Others however argued an oath to The Flash Club meant more than six saccharine songs, and would have appreciated it if certain girls put their petticoats to their proper use and weren’t quite so public about allegiances. It seemed no matter which side Mini-Flashes stood on interpretations of The Four Heroes’ cause, there was something about Petunia that had all the boys bumbling to politics.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction