Sci Fi
The End....Chapter 5
Ray and Scooter were not the only people in the Clover Valley sub-division who were freaking out the night of the Arrival. However unlike Scooter Jenkings, no one else in the sub-division or the county for that matter had a stocked super bunker to hide in. The one hundred and fifty or so people in the neighborhood who had been able to survive original Alien onslaught, were now either running for their lives or hiding and praying.
By Wayne Coolidge4 years ago in Fiction
We Don’t Know
“Why aren’t there any real women in space? That's what I want to know!” Berry practically shouted. I looked around the room and saw some of the security women shake their heads. They weren’t exactly the women we knew about on Earth. They were from distant planets. They weren’t exactly like the women on Earth, but they were female, I guess. It wasn’t any of my business, to be truthful, and I hadn’t looked down the front of their pants.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore4 years ago in Fiction
The End.... Chapter 4
Scooter, Ray, and Jerry stood in the dark house just on the other side of the front door, each bent over and panting as if they had just ran a marathon. They were all grateful to be alive, and Ray was even more grateful that the lights were still out, so Scooter and Jerry couldn't see that he had pissed himself. They could still hear the horn blaring out side, but it wasn't as loud in the house thankfully.
By Wayne Coolidge4 years ago in Fiction
The Lioness Head on a Silver Platter
The error of a girl who ate too much, the qualifications that could never be too little, the treasured concepts that have to stay hushed. Why? It can never be too much when getting it late, a blessing in time is a bit of a long wait. As she continued to beat the plate— knife and fork, she took a huff. The Lioness head makes her feel out of touch, though it's the freedom that gave her back her instinctive lush, the trait to her artist brush to retouch. Can somebody feed me? Excuse-moi— please! I'm in need of opportunities that have surpassed me in this broken vessel of a livelihood, the deterioration, the reopening wounds of my excavation. The filthy hands scavenging my flesh that will nourish this earth, before and after I hit the dirt. Rummaging for my jewels, forgetting they don't have the proprietary tools, from their engagements marked up as a map by every sight they found under their schools— fools. I'm down on my knees, and it bleeds! Gripping the gravels of the ground from these unfinished roads, the last completions halting the competition. I'm here for my submission for my inherit transition.
By Jamelia K. Fynn4 years ago in Fiction
The Story of Promiseum - Dream Walker
When Emily opened her eyes, she felt confused. She didn't know where she was or what was going on. There was a heavy feeling in her chest, arms, and legs. She couldn't move! When she tried to lift her head, she realized that she was strapped down. She tried to yell for help, but the more she tried to raise her voice, the lower it got. That's when she realized that she was in some kind of hospital. She was strapped to a cold metal table, and wires were attached to her head.
By Llwyd L. Brenin4 years ago in Fiction
The Story of Promiseum - Dream Walker
Friday evening, Danny was working on a door. It was a solid door made from the finest English oak. He hung the door on heavy brass hinges and installed a large brass doorknob. Underneath the knob was an old-fashioned lock plate with a large keyhole. And, primarily for decoration, there was a brass knocker. It was like the kind with a Lion’s head, but instead of a lion, it was Hibbit’s head, horns and all. He had a large brass ring in his mouth, with a ball resting on the brass knocking plate. When Danny was finished polishing it, an inscription appeared at the bottom. It said, "Thank you, my Lord."
By Llwyd L. Brenin4 years ago in Fiction
The Story of Promiseum - Dream Walker
When Danny came to, he was strapped to a table. Danny lifted his head and looked around, realizing that he wasn't in the same room. He was now in the central lab. It didn't seem like much of a lab, though. For all the security and secrecy, you would think there would be more equipment. Or at least lab techs running around. As far as Danny could tell, there was only one person in this lab (besides himself).
By Llwyd L. Brenin4 years ago in Fiction
The Story of Promiseum - Dream Walker
"When I was younger and very ambitious," he started. "I had a fascinating dream. Mostly everything was dark, but there was a voice. My voice! He was telling me things to study. Physics, electronics, engineering, even books on dream theory. It took me four years to master those, plus other fields to put me ahead of the game. Like I said, I was very ambitious. After that, he started describing diagrams and blueprints a piece at a time. I had to memorize them and draw them out. I added improvements, of course. While I built that machine, I was building another, more powerful machine. When the first machine was finished, I built the first dream chamber with improvements from the blueprints.
By Llwyd L. Brenin4 years ago in Fiction
Miners in the Dark
Digging for coal is a dangerous endeavour, made more so by the greed and avarice of mine owners. Many of whom consider themselves the equal, or superior, of their miners in grit and determination although, obviously, there is not a one of them who would deign to so much as pick up a shovel.
By Spike Nesbit4 years ago in Fiction
Heartless
People dropped onto the floor like ragdolls. Unconscious. Their hearts were being stolen. “They wouldn’t have this problem if they put their hearts inside their body like they used to back home,” said mum. I sighed. It is different here in Deynon planet. Everyone has their heart on the outside visible with all their blue blood showing. It was a small cylindrical tube that was attached to the chest. I always wondered what the use of having a heart on the outside was, apparently it was for easy treatment purposes. It was different back home; we had our hearts implanted where hearts should be. I miss home, I wish we didn’t have to move around like we have to just because of dad’s job. My dad is a Hierdo, someone who treats hearts. We have to move around a lot because he is needed all over the universe. I stopped thinking and went out to get some air. I walked down the empty roads that were stunning, letting the air wash over my face like water, the sunset brought many shades of colour into my life. The blue sky contrasting the pink. The calmness of the surroundings was shocking. It was almost too good to be true. Like they say it’s always calm before the storm. A peculiar looking aircraft soared through the sky. It stopped on top of a house and seconds later 3 people started ripping through the roof without control, levitating with their arms and legs hanging. The aircraft yanked their heart out of place pulling it into the aircraft itself and abruptly dropped the three, brutally. Suddenly the aircraft turned towards me. I wanted to run away very much now, but it was as if I was glued to the stop, dreading the moment it would approach me. I had my eyes trained on the aircraft, watched it move towards me slowly. I felt my heart pumping and my face glistened with sweat. I felt a lump forming in my throat, tears forming in my eyes. I saw my life flash before my eyes, it felt like someone was screaming inside me. The aircraft came to a stop it stayed rooted to the spot, it felt as though it was looking at me trying to unravel who I was. Then the aircraft turned around and zoomed away from there. I felt my legs give out and I dropped to the floor taking deep breaths trying to calm my heart down. What was that about? I asked myself.
By Calla Tweller4 years ago in Fiction
The Story of Promiseum - Dream Walker
I think it's time to look for that missing Essential, Danny thought. He opened a dream door and went through. There were so many dreams floating around. He could feel a pull to each one, but there was a specific dream that he was trying to find. There it was! Danny entered the patio dream to look around. He walked out by the rail and looked up and down the street. He checked the trees and all of the fences. They weren't here! He concentrated for a second, then shifted to another dream. This time he went back into the meadow dream. He walked through the meadow down to the wooded area, then he walked down the path a little way. There they were, playing by the stream.
By Llwyd L. Brenin4 years ago in Fiction
