Sci Fi
I Go Where the Universe Wants Me
The day I discovered that I could travel around without crossing through space, it was raining like the end of the world and I had a craving for ice cream. Is that weird? Most people want ice cream when it's hot, but I think it's best when the sky's coming down, and you're inside and can...that's not the important part, is it? Point is, I was sitting there quite peacefully, thinking that I could go for some ice cream but couldn't justify going outside, and then I was standing under the awning at the ice cream place down the street. Nothing really dramatic, no loud pop or flash of light, I was just there! So I walked inside for a swirl cone - is that weird, that I still got the ice cream? - and then when I walked out the door, I was back in my place, and the cone hadn't even dripped a bit.
By Andrew Johnston4 years ago in Fiction
War Babies pt. 1
Chapter one I woke up with another blinding migraine, unsure of where I was again. I tried opening my eyes, but the pain wouldn’t let me relax enough to do even that. I had the sense of urgency that comes with these damn headaches. That something was coming, something bad, or maybe it had already happened. I always wake with these thoughts when I get a migraine. Like voices screaming at me to save them. Even though I have no idea where they come from. My Psychiatrist says it’s part of my psychosis, I am a schizophrenic. Wasn’t always like this, I had a normal life once, a long, long time ago. Funny for me to think that as I am only 16 years old. What was normal? The shows on the television portrayed “normal” families. I never met one in real life, growing up going from one military base to another. I must have been making noises, so my mother came in and turned on the light. I thought my head was going to explode as I screamed incoherently. The light went back off and I felt her sit down on the bed next to me. “Is it a bad one?” she asked, rubbing my back. I couldn’t form words as badly as it was. I think I was nodding, but not entirely sure. “Are the voices back? Should I take you to the emergency room?’ She prodded. I couldn’t answer her, I hurt so bad. “Well, at least you’re dressed this time.”, she tried joking, it was lost on me as I was almost past the point of comprehending anything. She called for my father to come help her, I was having another episode. I had thought about those words, another episode, for years. What exactly were my episodes? Why did I start having them? Answers that eluded me to this day. My father came in and picked me up as if I was nothing. You would have thought he was the one in the army instead of my mother. I felt as if I was floating in his arms as he carried me to the car. The engine started and felt like sharp shards of glass driving into my brain. Why was this happening to me? With that thought, was it a thought, I drifted down into oblivion.
By Mysticpyrate4 years ago in Fiction
Thundering Across the Stars, Chapter One
Blackly the fortress loomed before what looked at first glance like a full moon, until the seething agitations racing without cease round its white circumference betrayed it for a spatial disruption. All else was red sky falling away to surrounding scrubby jungle of the same garish shade, whose glistering fleshy sheen shaded to a night-dark interior. Though the planet was supposed to be devoid of fauna, something ominously large-sounding bawled from out of these depths.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Thundering Across the Stars, Chapter Four
Even here it held true that bullies would do well to pick on those their own size. Though Flashthunder’s sinister suitor howled horribly under the renewed bombardment and flailed its free hand in a fury, none of this could keep its vegetable vastness from catching alight. Joe saw they were finally making inroads, but even so it wouldn’t do to drag things out. Contamination was still embroiled in his death-race and Flashthunder more at risk than ever, for the fires had spread to the monster’s other fist and were licking at the frame to which he was bound, charring away the thin organic braces so only metal uprights remained. These even now were slipping apart, and in mere minutes would slide out from underneath Flashthunder and leave him in free-fall. Flashtease jumped up and ran to the rooftop elevator.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Thundering Across the Stars, Chapter Three
Over the brow of the chasm it came. Thomthar and Thragg gazed on it aghast, a grotesque giant made from millions of enmeshed blood-red vines. It dragged squiggly fingers along the ground on either side of shuffling tendril-toes, and about its face the creepers converged in a mockery of lips and eye-sockets behind which was nothing but hollow crimson shade. Here was the product of Antroar’s foul tampering, born of perverted science hybridized with the alien plantlife of which he was lord. Since its genesis this botanical behemoth had struck up a baying that routinely trembled the undergrowth, and now it gave voice to its loudest ululation yet as line-of-sight confirmed what its other strange senses were telling it. Exposed on a skewer in the scented open air was a morsel to trip the defining instincts of predators far higher up the intellectual scale.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Thundering Across the Stars, Chapter Two
Most of the galaxy’s old warlords, including Antroar, lacked direction in an era of peace. They had joined the Solidity, because there at least they’d known where they stood, but the Alliance had proved a bitter disappointment and the general feeling among warlords was one of anger that such promising potential despots as Toothfire and The Flash Club should have sold out. Antroar in the aftermath of his return from Earth had been investigating avenues whereby he might recoup former glories when he’d stumbled on records of the experiment which created Contamination, and in the process acquainted himself with several of the latter’s fellow victims who were likewise at a loose end. Together they had stripped down the old laboratory complex and ferried its equipment to the pocket-dimension for some experiments of their own. Contamination on discovering this had given chase, even though the crisis that sent him in search of his old contemporaries had since been and gone, for there were answers he sought as well as a threat to the galaxy to be overcome.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
The Odyssey of Scylla
01 Watching the stars hurdle by can make one feel small and insignificant. It's an insignificance that is difficult to get over when you feel smaller than everything around you. Feeling especially small is something you get used to, though. When I was on Earth, I was singing in bars trying to make ends meet, and now, I was announcing one of the most formidable warriors in the cosmos.
By R.A. Thomas4 years ago in Fiction
“The Mind Vise”
The afternoon crowd at the Blue Muon, the hottest eat-drink-and-inhale spot in New Angeles, rested in that daily lull between the wave of late night-traders, fresh off their shifts of buying and selling on the Asian markets, and the impending rush of chip-wranglers from nearby Silicon Shores that had not yet arrived. So the two huddled figures in the back booth, an African-Aussia male and a Euro-Indian female, had the place almost all to themselves.
By David White4 years ago in Fiction
