Sci Fi
When the Gods Die.
It was three in the morning. Double Oh Nine walked down the dark vacant Taiwanese street. He stopped at a garbage can. There in the garbage was a coke can not crushed to a short little pancake of aluminum, but it was crushed lengthwise. The ends were folded so they were exposed. Mr. Bind took the pull tab on the can, broke it off, and put it in his raincoat pocket. He threw back the can in the garbage. He looked down the street, nothing. As he started to walk away, a door was heard to open and close. Now, there was another man on the street. The sound of a bullet being loaded into the chamber met he obviously had a gun. Mr. Bind ducked into an alley. The man now had an associate and they were following him into the alley.
By Mark Stigers 4 years ago in Fiction
The Weight of Knowledge
“Ignorance is bliss” Gentle droplets of rain paraded upon the tempered glass, tracing the outline of a hand they will never touch. Somber eyes drifted across the scattered specs of light shimmering out in the darkness of the city spanning below the hospital window. Sarah sighed, her gaze returning to the white washed panels above. She closed her eyes, letting the gentle beep of the monitor beside her keep her company. She dreamed of rolling hills of green, her body stretched out under a shimmering summer sun. Her lips curled upward imagining the warm embrace of the sun caressing her skin. Suddenly, her bright dream was disrupted by the sharp sting of needle piercing her skin.
By Jacob Grau4 years ago in Fiction
The Chimera Complex
The Chimera Complex “C’mon! My dad gets off in an hour! If we’re gonna do this, it needs to be now!” Alissa yelled over her shoulder. Behind her was a skinny blonde with bright blue eyes and knobby knees. She always ran like she was about to trip over her own legs. “Okay, so I know we said we would sneak into the red room today but a part of me was hoping it was a joke, Alissa!” Bailey squeaked. Alissa was a dark-haired girl whose hair was always pulled back in a ponytail. Her skin was covered in small scratches and niches that could barely heal before more were added. Her brown eyes glinted at the idea of a new adventure in “the town that never wakes up”. “I don’t joke like that, Bailey.” Alissa smiled. Alissa’s father was a bioengineer working on a very important… something. He explained it to her multiple times, but it never seemed to stick. The idea of sitting through another hour-long lecture on The Chimera Project made Alissa shiver. Her father wanted her to follow in his footsteps, but all Alissa could think about was leaving their sleepy town of “Haywood” and never returning again. The world was waiting for her, and she couldn’t wait to greet it.
By The Jester4 years ago in Fiction
SACRED TRUST
Chapter 1 I should have let Tata pick our destination, I decided as I gazed at the presumably dead Basilian sprawled near the dais dominating The Temple of Enlightenment in the Basili world capital of Basik. Discovering a body had certainly made for an ominous start to our study of Basilian religion.
By Roxanne Barbour4 years ago in Fiction
Revolutions
Chapter 1 I dropped my ball at my feet as I mentally changed gears from Team Canada bowler to detective in the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. I entered the washroom and found a Tristorian in the corner, cloven feet splayed every which way. A drop of green blood fell from its wide, slack mouth. Its eyes were closed beneath drooping straight hair, and I detected a whiff of cinnamon.
By Roxanne Barbour4 years ago in Fiction
Theia
Three hours to departure, 83% loaded and 100% fuelled. Through the cafeteria window I can see some kids scrawling REMEMBER B on the wall opposite. The aircon substation next to them has all sorts of other crap painted over it. I keep my own gag reflex down with a gulp of coffee, swallowing my anger along with the bitterest bean. No one who wants to remember B was actually there. Kids will be kids. We were all young once. Young, angry, and stupid.
By Fred Tschepp4 years ago in Fiction
The Wanderer's Quest
The Wanderer's Quest. By Rev Enicar Chapter 1: The Mark Of The Damned A wisp of wind stirred his hair, making his fingers tighten on the hilt of the knife that never left his person, never when he was awake, and certainly never when he slept. It did not wake him, but made his sleep, already restless, a little more chaotic.
By Véronique Racine 4 years ago in Fiction
Realisation Invasion.
CHAPTER 1 I’ve never gotten used to the darkness in here. The intoxicating smell of the anaesthetic as it squeezes through the vents with a subtle hissing sound that fills the otherwise empty space inside this chamber. The clamminess in my hands are catching the cool breeze from the vents, contradicting the nervous heat growing at the back of my neck. I know it's starting when a bright light fills my vision as everything comes into focus. The primary colours first, before the atoms start to realign to look like blocks of furniture. A soft, familiar voice booms through the speakers: “Your final exercise... Visit the supermarket and purchase one packet of noodles”.
By Alberta Jade4 years ago in Fiction
