Sci Fi
Heredity, Chapter Three
Gala stepped into the ancestral hall at Nottingham Castle, clad as always in her long black coat and black hat with a scarlet plume. Work in the City Centre was proceeding apace, and most of the refugees saved from the Ring of Fire by The Four Heroes had received medical attention or been reunited with their families. Gala had therefore delegated the remainder of these duties to the other three members of the team she led, and returned home.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Heredity, Chapter Two
For nearly two hours Joe and Neetra conducted a systematic search of their allocated districts, focusing rigidly on locating their quarry and keeping such conversation as there was to that subject alone. Both, however, were aware the whole time that that which they were delaying talking about could not be held off indefinitely. At last, when they reached the riverbank and agreed to take a short rest from their labours, it was Joe who broke the ensuing silence with a tentative:
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Flashtease
Aloysius Moynihan and Gussy Green had had a mildly trying morning showing Flashtease the sights of Nottingham. From the outset their small companion had confounded them by politely declining any offers to lend him some ordinary human clothes to wear and insisting on going to town in his customary Flash Club uniform instead, which consisted of a short-skirted grey tunic with a yellow lightning-bolt on the front and very little else. This alone had resulted in the three boys receiving more than a few funny looks from the public, but it wasn’t all. Though Flashtease physically resembled a boy of Aloysius and Gussy’s age, he had given both Earthlings reason to doubt that that was what he was from his truly awe-inspiring appetite for snack foods, takeaways, soft drinks and anything else that was dangerously high in sugar or fat. This constant energy intake was apparently necessary to fuel his overexcited fidgeting and dancing about, for it seemed impossible for him to stay still, so much so that Gussy and Aloysius were exhausted after just an hour of trying to keep up with him. To top it all, Flashtease was abjectly incapable of controlling himself in the presence of girls, and as it was rather too much to hope that there wouldn’t be any in a crowded city centre on a sunny Saturday, his enthusiasm for his subject had embarrassed the trio on several dozen occasions. Understandably then, the pair of human boys were beginning to regret telling their friend Neetra they’d look after Flashtease for the day, and to question the wisdom of ever agreeing to do anything for her again.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
The Summer Fort
Jeffry Castillo sat at the back of class day dreaming of summer, his eyes already looking passed his teacher, her last lesson already white noise, the only thought in his mind was his summer fort. This was nothing new of course, and quite expected for an 11 year old boy on the cusp of summer break. Especially one who had been working on the same fort since he was five. But now, now it was in reach, the summer breeze and the cool dirt almost palpable.
By John M. Gonzales4 years ago in Fiction
Green Light
I’m going to kill him. Despite her rising ire, Chloe sat staring straight ahead through the windshield into the dark city street as Brad droned on about himself, as he had for the last hour and a half. She panicked when he paused, afraid for a moment that he expected her to respond to a question he had asked her, but he resumed after taking a breath. She wondered for the eight thousandth time why she had agreed to this date.
By Bekah Jimenez4 years ago in Fiction
Five. Three. Dark.
Delta reached through the bars of his cell stretching as far as he could. Epsilon was snoring loudly in the next cell over and Delta was determined to wake him. With a final forceful shove, Delta nudged his fellow prisoner. Epsilon snorted and glared through the bars.
By Christine Nelson4 years ago in Fiction
The therapeutic benefits of OBLIVION
Outside it is early, Aida’s legs affected by heavy sleep carry her from an unmade bed toward a window inside her tiny apartment, rubbing sleep away from her eyes, she lets the soft pre- morning lights of Halvala flood into focus.
By Walter S. Munday4 years ago in Fiction
Red Light, Green Light, Go
“Alright, so there’s this thing I have about green lights. They’re meant to be safe, warm, and inviting. Protective. You know, especially emphasis on the safe part. Intrinsically or perhaps inherently, we use it as a subconscious representation of good, while red signals danger.
By Jacob Montanez4 years ago in Fiction
ANNIVERSARY GIFT
ANNIVERSARY GIFT By: Sajdah Touré Horns honked hastily at Sandra as she sat still at the green light. The sound of the 2028 Dodge Charger behind her prompted her brain to jump back into her body; as it had been dissecting the possibility of last night’s events being real. She drove past the light and up Mulholland Dr. escaping back into her mind.
By Sajdah Toure4 years ago in Fiction
Hidden Green
The three boys stood at the edge of the woods shifting their weight nervously. Dusk was slowly settling over them. They stared past the tree line hoping to gain some confidence. When they hatched this plan, each assumed the others would chicken out. They had talked about it for months. It was a constant hum anytime they got together, which was nearly daily. They were best friends, neighbors, brothers even.
By Jerene Buckles4 years ago in Fiction
