Sci Fi
Paraskiees and Tiny Biters pt.2
First, I want to apologize to whoever bought and paid for this information. It seems with the latest download of updates from the Lightning Net Server Mainframe, an intermittent error was created. Extremely frustrating, it caused my... let's call it; "my companion" to throw an "Unknown Error" when trying to parse the information. Large swaths of information were lost. Just like my childhood, eh Twenty?
By Kerry Williams4 years ago in Fiction
The Dawn of the Auroras
In the early hours of Tuesday, October 11, 2033, alarm bells struck. Leading NASA solar physicist Theodore Alan Wright and his team of researchers stumbled across something of which was exactly what they had feared was coming. They had been tasked with running non-stop, highly advanced computerized simulations of the sun, on their now state-of-the-art supercomputers granted to their head office in hopes of predicting changes in solar weather which could prove dire to day-to-day life on earth.
By Noah Madrigal4 years ago in Fiction
The Light Gatherer
Though technically a he, the alien was more of an “it” by earth or human standards had they known of their visitor. He had existed for eons in the vastness of interstellar space. He had visited countless star clusters; had swept through many galaxies and their myriad of solar systems, skirted black holes and supernovas, and had almost reached the point of permanent blink-out when, purely by accident, he had come across a small non-descript solar system tucked away in the corner of an equally non-descript galaxy.
By Michael Trigg4 years ago in Fiction
Zach's Chance
The lights went out. As they came back on again, Zach Standsfield sighed. That was the third time this shift. Resigned to the fact that he would not be reading any more of the latest thriller published on Alpha Centaurii anytime soon, he pushed off the covers and padded through the dim, green glow of the emergency lights, making his floaty way to the corridor hatch.
By Darcy A. S. Thornburg4 years ago in Fiction
Shaemus Wulff and the Latent Senses
EARLY FALL 1995 In a completely silent room, an alarm clock suddenly disrupts the calm. Having hardly slept, a young man is forced up by the loud tone. He sits at the foot of the bed massaging his temples in attempts to sooth the pain. His entire life, he suffered from an over-active mind, sleeplessness, and migraines. It was something he had become used to. However, since his recent twenty-first birthday he had noticed these issues slowly worsening. He used much of his energy to leave the house and spent the remainder of the day running on fumes.
By Drew Campbell4 years ago in Fiction
Close Encounters of the Bird Kind
I’d gone to bed plugged into The Great Gaspy for as long as I could remember. Nathan had nicknamed my breathing machine that several years before he disappeared – mainly because he hated the wheezing sound it made when my mask wasn’t quite secure. Dad would usually just brush off his complaints and tell him just to ignore the noise. It helps me sleep, after all, and keeps my asthma at bay.
By Bryan Hallett4 years ago in Fiction
