Sci Fi
Clerical Choices 2
Chapter 2 The Sheriff worked quickly to round up the Grand Master and his escort, who kept their identities hidden for the time being. They used their right to remain silent in the face of the law. It was an old but well respected tradition that had lasted until the modern day. And it was the first of a few ways that Skrilxya and Ben would remain undercover even when that cover was nearly blown.
By Bryce Greene-Forgue4 years ago in Fiction
The TARAZED
H grabbed hold of the bottom rung of the ladder, his fingers threatening to slip free due to the sweat and blood coating them. He could feel the essence that was space wrap around him as the pod from The TARAZED lifted further away from the transport train they had boarded. It was an odd sensation, but one that wouldn’t kill him. Not quickly, anyway.
By J.C. Winter4 years ago in Fiction
Book 1 Flight of the Armada Chapter 9 Part 1
The ground was green with grass and flowers were coming out all around the edges of the house. Stuart went to Washington before dawn, to a meeting Michael arranged with a congressman. Glendon was at the Gentry’s store and Darien visited the Martins. Brent was searching the Pacific Ocean for uninhabited islands.
By Jay Michael Jones4 years ago in Fiction
The Moons of Troponin
Scud sat at his command desk under the dim lighting that splashed upon his meager possessions that he kept as momentos. He shared the cramped office space with the four other department heads that were in charge of keeping the daily operations of the enormous mining facility running at peak efficiency. Being the lead security officer of the two mines had its share of problems, he also had to patrol the housing and living facilities of the planet below. His second in command remained in charge of the other moon's mining security forces. He knew he was getting the raw end of the stick, everything was much more hectic on STEMI, the miners were a rowdy bunch of noncomformists; approximately eighty percent of the planet and the respective moons were males, ages eighteen to fifty, the corporation required forced retirement of all personnel at that age, believing the work too demanding, space colonisation seemed to age you fast. It was his third Troponin day on the job, his predecessor had just retired, he was pushing forty, ten more years on this rock, maybe he should have passed on the promotion, a frown crossed his brow.
By Steve Anderson4 years ago in Fiction
Death From Above
Weeks had passed since the first meeting with the dreamcatchers group. Amelia Kellian wouldn’t ever admit it out loud, but she enjoyed having people that understood what she was going through. She found herself connecting to them, even though she remained quiet for most meetings, only saying enough to keep them appeased. She didn’t want to draw the attention of Lieutenant Aaron Schwartz, if she didn’t have to.
By Stephen Portis4 years ago in Fiction
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Ellie was a riddle. A girl born and raised in the city, but spent all of her teenage years in the country, then moved back to the city post-grad who got a job at a zoo in the desert. That’s all fine, I guess, but the small town she moved to (the zoo was more for animal safety and welfare than tourist attraction so wasn’t very large either) was one of the few on the direct outskirts of the desert, piping hot, and was in the direct way of the blast. She’d worked at the zoo for four years before it happened. A large ray from space (which hit the Earth quite often and have never before broken through) blasted through the ozone layer and struck the earth, luckily in the middle of the desert with less casualties than would have been if it had hit the coast. Eight towns were destroyed. Ellie’s was believed to be. The ray had poisoned all the land and air around it, all the plants and animals, water, food, earth and people. Somehow, however, Ellie’s small desert town survived, believed it to be nothing more than a large dust storm (which occur so frequently none were too surprised). They spent the next 1,100 years in the town without realising it. They didn’t age, they didn’t change, and they had no clue that the rest of the world evolved and moved on without them. But the time came when they ran out of water. The lake they had gotten their water from had dried out and the water tanks and drills they had were dry as the dirt around them. Ellie and a few of the younger workers were sent out to ask for help, perhaps for the lake to be refilled or water tanks to be brought out every so often. However, they found a disaster zone. The villages around them were all destroyed with rusted, old DANGER signs everywhere, the buildings filled with dry dirt, the occasional weed and pests, snakes and spiders mostly. The further out they went the more bewildered they became. It was searching through the furthest town they’d come across that they finally heard people. Untrusting, the group hid amongst the ruins of the town and watched what appeared to be a tourist group travelling through. The language was strange, almost nonsensical, like they were legitimately speaking text-speech as a language. Slowly, the group came out of hiding, startling the tourists and the tour guide. The language barrier was strong, neither group understanding each other until one of the tourists came forward. He began speaking English, though slightly different than Ellie had grown up with.
By Emma-lee Howarth4 years ago in Fiction
cryonically preserved
As Justin woke up, he laid still. He couldn't get the fog in front of his eyes to go away, no matter how much he blinked. He tried hard with no luck. His skull vibrated. His back hurt. The cold, rough surface where he laid caused him unbearable anguish. He was nude. Why? He was uncertain. He knew he should care, feel embarrassed when he felt his genitals recede from the frigid air. However, he didn't care.
By Debaro Huyler 4 years ago in Fiction
