Sci Fi
At the Drive-In, Chapter Two
The evening’s film, as Flashtease had hinted, was not proving a hit with the audience. These days any seasoned director was in the unenviable position of having to pitch his works at a younger generation which bore no resemblance to that of his own Arcadian days, and most efforts to do so misfired disastrously. Even Joe, a stranger to the region, could tell after the first ten minutes that an intricate and involved war-drama following the progress of an ever-growing number of splinter-groups, and paying pedantic attention to which particular faction owned which particular weapons at any given point in the struggle, was not exactly going to grip girls and boys of Flashtease’s age. It occurred to our hero that this sector’s film studios were leagues behind the local music industry, for example, or indeed leagues behind he himself, in keeping up with contemporary tastes. Sure enough, early signs of unrest were beginning to appear on the canyon floor below. Through the deep blue night Joe could perceive tiny figures in tunics and bouncy underskirts exiting their starships, and there was a busy bustling motion about them suggestive not of ennui but purpose.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Flashthunder
Flashthunder had stayed behind after the game to gather up the spare Flashballs, principally because he was terrified of going into the changing-room where the other Mini-Flashes were. Not that he knew for absolute certain that they knew about the plans for tonight that only he and Cherry were supposed to know about, but Mini-Flash Frill had raised her little eyebrows in a most decided way while observing aloud he had his lucky red pants on. That incident alone was more than enough to fill Flashthunder with dread at the prospect of well-intentioned but horrid ribaldry in the sonic showers followed by weeks of attendant emotional anguish. Volunteering for Flashball collection duty seemed mild by comparison, even though being the only Mini-Flash in a deserted gymnasium frightened Flashthunder quite badly too.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Please be Waiting, Chapter Three
Sunset had arrived on that early autumn day in Nottingham. Long black shadows by now claimed the alleyways and yards, while the western sky blazed a magnificent orange-red that lit the world but from which the last of the daytime warmth was all but gone. The stars tonight would glint brighter and sharper than they had done all year, and maybe a wind would start to blow, rustling leaves that had clustered silently on their branches since spring. These first gusts of the season, presaging winter frosts to come, might even steal through ventilators into bedrooms and rattle a waste-bin liner or a sheet of paper on a dressing-table. Then sleepers would stir at the unexpected noise in the night and ponder once again all that had come to pass that day, not only its joyful celebrations but also the future that herewith began, in which The Four Heroes and the city they created would seem to have parted company at last and forevermore. For some time it had not been as it was, but henceforth no member of the quartet remained on Planet Earth, and the chill wind of tomorrow even now striking up needs must be faced without them.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Dystopia
I AM BECKHA, INTERGALTIC ANGEL OF TRUTH, I transmit this message from Galactic Council and the Akashic records under the protection of Archangel Michael and his army of angels by the power of three (mind, body, spirit), with unconditional love for the highest good and heart of all beings, with my free will.
By Rebecca Clarkson5 years ago in Fiction
A History of an Earth
Part II Chapter 1 Stratified Although the Ra confederation was an egalitarian society, stratification occurred naturally. Species intermingled and worked cooperatively at all levels and generally domiciled together in large apartment complexes or villages with separate housing. The new arrivals were an exception. Finding solace by retaining their independence, living predominantly in their near-surface bases. This group became known as the undergrounders, the Til.
By sean diamond5 years ago in Fiction
DHG Episode 2: Old Barn, New Spin
The evening sky was dark. Clouds blocked any sign of the night sky’s lights. Among the brush sat a dilapidated barn. Old and worn, the structure was uncomely to the eyes and missing half of its roof. Warn boards protruded every which way. Traces of white paint could be found along the inside walls of the barn.
By Autumn Rain5 years ago in Fiction
