Sci Fi

Behind The Sun
Two astronauts were selected for a grand journey that would last at least twenty years. This was a very special task that only the best of the best could pull off. Although this might seem important, their only job was to explore.
By Aidan Kronz4 years ago in Fiction
Freddy's New Life
Freddy was agitated. His witness protection set up needed to happen as soon as possible. The door opened and in came the Officer on his case. "Hi, Freddy. We're working on getting you into the next available vehicle. You'll have everything you need for your new life. Just sign these papers here promising that when we need you, we can come get you and you won't resist."
By Pam Reeder4 years ago in Fiction
Sins Of Subaru Natsuki
Subaru had died 20 times yet made very little progress. Devastated he died yet again at the hands of Reid. However it was different this time. He looped back to the beginning! To the first loop at the apple stand! From where he could change the unavoidable future.
By R3N R3N4 years ago in Fiction
Centre of my Cosmos
There had been one or two hitches, but here at last was the fallback point, another Xandreth district still under construction. Phoenix Prime, the holdall containing Scientooth on her shoulder and Petunia under her other arm, touched down on a rooftop overlooking the darkened half-finished neighbourhood and folded her flame-wings. She had intended this to be the landing-site, and to have done without that regrettable race through a dozen blocks of densely-peopled nightspots. Now however, after all that, her objective was finally within reach.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Petunia and Flashthunder
Cherry had stayed with motifs similar to those of her opening song, and a soft shifting rhythm together with the string-section’s dreamy rills cast a mellow mood across most of the dance-hall. One exception remained though. Petunia at her lone table was dejectedly drawing hearts in the air, making them manifest through her modest powers, then with her fingertip obliterating each one in a little peachiodiferous pop.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
One Special Star
Amid a volley of percussive lead-in pummelled out by the robot drummer, spotlights ignited and backing-vocals swelled and with bass and lyre blasting at their lustiest, Cherry began to sing. Every bar she breathed from ruby-glossed lips was sweet sorrow made symphonic, flawless in relation to the melody’s long-drawn-out wails and sudden wracking stops, yet at the same time seeming to crack under the agonies mercilessly invoked.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Dark Matter Date
Cherry saw the evening might yet be salvaged, but only if they made their move now. She signed to the pink-haired girl with the lyre, who stepped up keenly. Flashshadow always did this one well, and here was a break straight out of every understudy’s dreams. Her time to shine.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Gatecrashers
Burning in bits amid the ruins of a Xandreth building-site, the prison-ship had sent a dozen unfinished bars and bistros back to the drawing-board but at the cost of no innocent lives. Phoenix Prime’s crash-landing at least had gone according to plan, though she admitted the rest had been a mixed bag so far. Speaking of bags, she clutched for the handles of her empty holdall while hauling herself out of the pilot’s chair.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Petunia's Wishing-Star
Presently all were assembled on the stolen battle-cruiser’s bridge, which had slipped quietly and inconspicuously back into the ranks of the gathering Alliance fleet. With pirated security-mechanisms cheerfully informing the other craft there was no-one on board but Grindoes and a cargo of combat-robots, the real crew made up of Prince Agaric’s army manned the engines below while captains Phoenix Prime, Big Grin, Moltron, Magnolia, Schiss-Zazz, Technus reverted to customary man-size and Spookan in his three-eyed mask looked out through the viewscreen on a mission accomplished. At the very forefront stood their unexpected and largely unlooked-for new mascot, her perky presence and peachy perfumes suffusing the entire ship.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
XI-321
1 “Negats, kid. Zephyr doesn’t do that. We might make a little jaunt across the Milky Way to deliver bags of parcels a few times a year. We may send a single drone to the stars nearest the Sun. But, no, we do not deliver missives to the Lone Ranger on Earth. That is simply beyond our capabilities.”
By Charles Turner4 years ago in Fiction
If you look hard enough.
00.00.09.21.03 The Arks leaving the planet was also the love of my life flying away to a future while we, exiles, zealots, and poor stayed. That was just over a year ago now.
By Isaac Haldeman 4 years ago in Fiction
T.H.O.T.H.
Too radical. The words ran through Jim’s head for the thousandth time as he watched his latest code version upload to the server array mounted in the corner of his basement. He clicked Execute and held his breath. The code was simple, it was elegant, it was beautiful.
By Chad French4 years ago in Fiction