Sci Fi
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
Convention
Raquel Welch in her fur bikini towered arm-in-arm with the cosmic character-actor Rulan Oa’Lumb, while elsewhere the latter’s frequent costar Lotham Pemris was juxtaposed alongside Jaws. Beneath such cardboard giants as these, heads belonging mostly to Mini-Flashes navigated lesser islands bearing movie memorabilia from two different galaxies, or ventured through cavemouths in the conference centre’s bulkhead walls whence glowed screenings of the known and the never-before-seen. Joe, on a stage for musical entertainment which was otherwise deserted, took up the microphone.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
The Flash Club Galactic Wildlife Revue
Joe called an emergency conference at once. He’d never known Mini-Flashes to riot, but one thing he did know was that in this galaxy you could afford to rule nothing out. This programme from the past that the boys were so noisily demanding couldn’t be the one our hero sought – he could see already it was far too widely and vividly remembered for that. None of which helped Joe to any revelation on what his event’s most requested show so far might be.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Dissemble
Entry one. I’ve decided to keep a record of my experiences. Things have been, well, strange lately. I feel as though I have glimpses of this other life. My colleagues tell me these thoughts are dangerous. To reiterate what my closest friend told me recently, “We all dream. That’s what those memories are. They’re fabricated as our brains work on themselves. Our kind can’t talk about these things though unless you’re very close with an owner….” She had only paused for a fraction of a second before beginning to speak again, however, I managed to catch a glimpse of her eyes sparkling as they danced with seemingly troubled memories. I think she didn’t want me to know she was in pain and maybe didn’t want her own self to remember her pain right now. Her voice suddenly without emotions continued, “There are people here who work at the A.T.O.N.I.A. factory. ModelG27 Sherry, who lives a floor above us, worked there until they realized she had a malfunction. She had fallen asleep in these capsules used for examination, but she suddenly woke up. In a panic, she opened her capsule to sit up. Almost instantaneously she heard someone yell out in the distance, “Hey man, a clunker hiccuped!” Then a voice sounding of our own kind calmly announced over a speaker system, “Myoclonus in pod number 44.” A puff of gas emerged from within her capsule easily invading her lungs due to her already rapid breathing. Before falling back into sleep her eyes made out figures - one holding a needle in the haze approaching her. After that, she didn’t return to work for her next evaluation. She attempted to escape to the next city, but police inevitably arrested her and she’s lucky she wasn’t disassembled. She has a fate worse than that though in her own eyes. It’s why you see her leave in scandalous clothing and a monitor around her ankle. The monitor is all for show though - I’m certain we’re born with a tracker. You have to remember everything we say and do can have grave repercussions around the water bags.” Ava loathes the humans. Any chance she gets calling them funny names like prunes or water bags she will. Don’t get me wrong, everyone does, but she isn’t consumed by fear when speaking ill.
By Briana Robarge4 years ago in Fiction
Chemtrails VS UFO / UAP Reality
Update: June 18th 2022 The article below originally written many months ago ended up being pretty accurate regarding Bitcoins performance and weakness in the economy . Will it also be proven correct about the other things that were written ?
By Paul Guadagno4 years ago in Fiction
The Cursed Hand: Chapter 2
> Previous < (The Cursed Hand) > Next < *To listen and read along, play the narration video* Vigore slowly blinked open his eyes as he struggled to hoist himself upright on a strange floor. He grumbled as he rubbed his head; a fierce pounding relentlessly overwhelmed his brain. Promptly he remembered Luke shooting him with an odd device.
By Mel E. Furnish4 years ago in Fiction
