Sci Fi
Thra
Thra, the planet with three moons and three suns. The planet that is said to be triangular in shape but no explanation to how that shape became to be or if the planet even rotates but what is sure is that it is flat. Seasonal climate changes are regular and include Winter, Summer, Autumn and Spring as it is on Earth. Thra is kept alive by the Crystal of Truth which strives off the Three Brothers(also known to be the three suns it orbits) by distributing it's energies throughout the Crystal veins that are disbursed throughout the entire planet. The energy was then converted into 'essence' that feeds the planets inhabitants and would be reclaimed upon the death to restart the cycle. One of the species on the Thra would then learn to utilize this to their advantage and grow power and essence hungry which in turn caused the planet to take on a Darkening that changed the inhabitants and drive them mad right before their death. Thra homed many cultures, such as the 7 clans of Gelflings, Seedlings, Thrushpogs, Vindles, Podlings, Fragors, Gruenaks, Skeksis, the Mystics, the Guardian of the Crystal, Aughra (who was created by Thra) and so many different types of wildlife, big and small, all of which play a major role in Thra. Though all are connected in one way or another, the Skeksis strived to rid Thra of any other culture aside themselves and would feed off the essence of each culture to maintain their health, youth and "live forever", or so they say. The victims of this would then become zombie like and serve the Skeksis or die.
By Samantha Ferrer4 years ago in Fiction
The Lion's Hunt: Part 2
Click Here to Start From the Beginning. PART II Commander Etom’Vyuum was aware of the revisions of Itar'Reesh's poem, and like anyone with a mind to protect their family's legacy, took some offence to it. Concerned by the prospect of the Commander's frustration's spilling over, members of the Kurin council were hesitant to allow Etom' to continue to take command of missions of such consequence, but in the end, chose not to force the updated armour on Etom’ or any of the infiltration teams. It had been surmised that sending these squads to the Surion homeworld was tantamount to suicide. Those with knowledge of the poem’s alteration outside of the council would all soon be dead. The rest of Etom's infiltration team, including long-serving second in command, Rekla’Kyuul, accepted the armour upgrade with the altered text and donned it, unaware of the reason for the text’s alterations or its significance.
By David Riley 4 years ago in Fiction
Neetra and Joe, Chapter One
“I wanted to save her, Joe,” said Neetra. “I tried.” These remaining two members of The Four Heroes were alone atop the hill from which Nottingham Castle once towered, their backs to the wreckage that was all the war had left, and Joe’s eyes fixed on a point far beyond the rubble-strewn grass and the cliff’s edge directly ahead. He was staring somewhere above the outspread rooftops, somewhere into the heart of the endless sky. The news had not been good. Neetra and Joe were at more or less the very same spot on the castle grounds where they had sat together the day the Next Four completed their moving-in, and then they had laughed and made fond jokes to each other about how well their relationship seemed to be going. That memory now felt like something from another century that happened to a pair of strangers who lived then.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Neetra and Joe, Chapter Two
Light-years away, peaceful peoples of an entire galaxy were gathered as they were on Earth to celebrate an end to the Solidity’s war. Down in Planet Eshcaton’s subterranean sanctuary thankfully meditated the four wise sages who had led this passive resistance, but the populations which rallied round them were high above the barren surface, jubilating on the roofs of star-cruisers in synchronous Eshcaton-orbit. Another troupe of musicians, all residents of that far-off quadrant and personally known to Neetra, had been belting out pop song after pop song to a vast open-air audience and countless others via live holographic feed. But none of those millions knew why it should be that the lead singer Cherry, having just rounded off the latest in a line of upbeat party-numbers, suddenly slowed and paused.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Prologue - Homeward
September 23rd, 2023 It was a crisp fall morning in the small northern neighborhood of Newcrest, a township in the pacific northwest. The sky was slightly cloudy as a mailman carried packages and envelopes from house to house, stopping just short of a large manor at the corner of the street. The mailman had heard of weird things happening at the house on the corner, particularly how strange the occupants were, but he decided to go ahead and deliver the mail anyway. After all he stuck to his motto whenever possible: "Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor weirdness abound stays these couriers from their appointed rounds".
By N.J. Folsom4 years ago in Fiction
The Colour of the Void
The jump drive started acting up just off the Argus Cluster, about a third of the way to the colony. We had to drop out of warp, but Dewey said he could fix it. He said there was nothing to worry about, so we started limping the rest of the way to the sixth moon of Tanis.
By Sean Fenlon4 years ago in Fiction
Tomorrow Today
I’m not sure who’s ever going to bother reading this, but sometimes I can’t help but feel that the world has rotted away. No, I’m not one of those people that think that religion has anything to do with it. I just walk the streets every day and I’m reminded by the vehicles floating above my head that people look down upon me and my peers in the literal sense. I have a six-figure salary and I can hardly keep the lights on. My significant other has all but given up on me. I drag myself out of bed every day to make sure that our world doesn’t end, but she sees no point in it. My whole body aches when I see her laying on the couch with her eyes burning red into the OLED screens.
By RedemptionVA4 years ago in Fiction
I'll Find Your Planet
The diminutive globular manager wasn’t putting Cherry’s psychic powers under any strain in his bids to commune with her from the other end of the auditorium. In fact his despairing gyrations and palpitations were most expressive on a purely visual level, especially in the wake of one earth-tremor and the annihilation of an outdoor passage. Keep calming them down! was the general gist. We’re sure to lose them otherwise!
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
