Sci Fi
The light in the field
"Quick! Run!" Ricky yelled grabbing my hand and hauling me towards the old barn. We had been walking and chatting quietly through the farm with the sun setting behind us. We checked on the animals and closed pens and gates each evening while talking about our day.
By Nadia Cowperthwaite5 years ago in Fiction
Swarm
The sound of hundreds of footsteps falling on dry dirt echoed across the field, as the door of a weathered barn slammed shut. The long piece of wood slid into the locking slots of the barn door with a “thunk”. The inside of the barn seemed to groan with exhaustion at the arrival of the three galactic refugees.
By Hautus Rhinestone5 years ago in Fiction
Desert Storm
The desert winds had howled for weeks on end. The blinding sandstorm blocked all vision from Erun’s sight monitor which normally worked in all conditions. Exhaustion had set in as his e-skin could not charge in these conditions and was rapidly peeling off in shreds. His communication channels had also been blocked and he was officially lost.
By jacki fleet5 years ago in Fiction
Save the Whales
I had just finished my last Monday morning meeting before nine when the hunting started. Living right against the coast I was one of just a few who could hear the lunar aliens entering Earth’s atmosphere to begin their weekly sport. They didn’t want anything to do with the humans, only the meat from the already endangered animals. At this point it was just an event that happened aside from the noises and the low level earthquakes. The whale hunt was the biggest spectator sport on Earth happening in my backyard and it was all for free.
By Tate Layne5 years ago in Fiction
Sunshine on the Grass
Jessop leaned against the frame of a bay door, looking out over the place he called home. For as far as the eye could see, dappled shadows of broken sunlight formed ink-blot mosaics of light and dark across rustling golden grasses. It was mid-afternoon; though the sky was cloudless, the broken hulks of old space stations and ships, which had once been the center of government on Terra Poales Poaceae, drifted across the sky mottling the sunshine, bruising the scenery and making it, in a way, unrecognizable as it tarnished the golden grasses with formless shadow. Heaving off the door, Jessop turned away from the big empty world, and marched back into the barn. Caught in a thin sunbeam cast through one of the loft windows that seemed to leech colour from the scene, two men were taking turns, drinking and digging a deep hole.
By Shiv MacFarlane5 years ago in Fiction
Attempt Number 8,128
It still looked like a barn--from the outside, anyway. If you didn't look too closely, you might think it was abandoned, dilapidated. The livestock was long gone; the idyllic piles of hay eaten by generations of industrious mice, beaten down by the elements, or decomposed to nourish a burgeoning crop of weeds.
By Danielle Loewen5 years ago in Fiction
