Sci Fi
The Incursion, Chapter Four
Picking up speed the Silver Cat Lord seemed to tense its suspension-springs. Powerful pneumatic hind-legs slammed tarmac and in one phenomenal pounce the mobile mass careened clear over beachside apartment complexes, its spinning tank-treads passing penthouse gardens while a purposeful prow and flying forepaws pointed to the path of inevitable descent. Landing in an explosion of sand the Silver Cat Lord growled about to face across open shore the stalking Grindostater unit, for the etherium actualizor had replicated geography as faithfully as it had architecture, and an inland sea shimmered as far as this new Nottingham’s crest. Above the waves Heaven’s arch was all but taken up by the orb of Nereynis, like a moon far nearer than Earth’s own, and whose celestial ring made the Mini-Flashes think of Xandreth while Joe’s reflections, as they had done earlier that day, ran on Saturn. A relatively recent astronomical feature, it was made of rubble which had been a sister-world called Drenthis before Dylan cracked that planet.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
The Incursion, Chapter Three
Joe strode down the Stronghold’s cold corridor, thankful Mini-Flash Splitsville had given him something to smile about. Her regular warnings that theirs was to be a strictly casual affiliation had commenced the very day they met, as if she herself had yet to notice she’d become a key member of Joe’s most trusted inner circle from effectively that moment on. Indeed, our hero wondered whether the moody loner of her own self-perception would recognise the Mini-Flash Splitsville he knew, that small silver-blue-haired permanent presence asking him endless questions about Rebel Without a Cause. Joe wished there were more like her. No Mini-Flash besides Flashtease gave him greater reason to suppose his theories on this galaxy were valid.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
The Incursion, Chapter Two
Petunia’s performance of the three odd-numbered songs from her repertoire had gone down well on the Rings of Xandreth. True, it was only a small nightclub some distance from the VIP ascension of that galaxy’s ten thousand mega-mile orbital pleasure-strip, but if Petunia had touched even this handful of lives with that which she represented, she was satisfied. From their hoots and howls and waving pseudopods it sounded as if she had, so with a last half-circle twirl she treated them to one more look at the symbol they were doubtless cheering for.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
The Incursion, Chapter One
Beyond the ornate railings a rock-lined lane wound its way through parkland densely roofed by trees in the thick of their late-summer leafage. Breaks in the black boughs disclosed a sky gilded with sun, and to exit the deep green tunnel was to move through heat. A light patina of sand that crunched in whispers underfoot hinted at seaside nearby. Along this track of cooling shadow slanted and dappled through with gold, Joe and Flashtease were strolling.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Perseverance
I have to find it. I have to find it. I have to find it. The thoughts going through his head weren't anything of real, serious value. In fact, they were the opposite; hindering thoughts. Thoughts that took effort away from his survival instinct and thrusted them toward his already strained mind. It wasn't healthy, and he knew it. And so, with survival in mind, he repeated (with a little more desperation than the first 87 times):
By Andrew Havens4 years ago in Fiction
Clerical Choices 3
Second Commissioner Skrilxya Yonamey and Third Commissioner Ben Rikaron have narrowly saved their mission to escort Grand Master Landings to his new Archbishopric. Sheriff Keltos realized he was in a bind, with his guards bludgeoned and Governor Opalton awaiting results. What had started as a sabotage had turned into a sham, and if everything went smoothly, Skrilxya and Ben were looking to complete their mission without error. The only unknown is how the wiley ruler of I’yrcon would react to his agent’s failure...
By Bryce Greene-Forgue4 years ago in Fiction
Cats Trained by Monks:
What follows is a story I witnessed involving my brilliant young friend and classmate from high school. It's a tale of hope and tragedy that I cannot forget. . . it can be interpreted in many ways and I will leave that to you, dear reader. Now read on.
By Tilting at Windmills4 years ago in Fiction
Paying The Change
Delbev stood close to the sight glass, watching Chalmar floating in the catalyst tank. Murky yellow fluid swirled and bubble momentarily clouded his vision. He peered closer, inspecting the body of his soon to be life partner, looking to see if he could make out specific body parts from its prior combinations.
By Kerry Williams4 years ago in Fiction
TerraNova
I looked down at the readings on my console. This couldn't be right. The scientists had all but guaranteed us when we left Earth that there was no life on this planet nor should there be by the time we arrived. I guess technically that isn't true. They made that promise to people several generations ago. But whenever a new generation was born and eventually got to the point of taking over the ship we watched the video that told us that same speel. The video was filmed when the first generation of people on this ship left Earth. Since then over three hundred generations of people have watched it while they went to a planet that was thirty thousand light years away. It had taken us thirty thousand years since we could only travel the speed of light.
By Josephine Mason4 years ago in Fiction
