Sci Fi
Mars Rising, Chapter Two
She was not far into the asteroid belt when behind her the Flying Destroyer rose. Dimension Borg’s spaceship, a long sleek vessel of intimidating vastness that resembled a great metal shark, it hung before the black neutron star that the citadel orbited and pinned the taillights of Neetra’s craft with a glowering predatory stare.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
The Wishing Barn
It started with the old farmer next door seeing his dead wife in their old barn. He kept going in there more and more each day until he thought he might have been hallucinating. He talked to his doctor, had an MRI and CT scan finding no issues, talked with a psychiatrist, and eventually asked the other neighbours to look inside.
By Jeremy McLean5 years ago in Fiction
Phoenix Prime, Chapter Three
Kumiko, apparently refusing to let a little thing like gravity keep her away from her target, all but skated on air as she closed the distance between herself and the flying form of Phoenix Prime. No other description could serve for the way Kumiko was scaling the heights, her ever-whirling wheels traversing rubble-mounds and diagonal roofs in a relentless ascent so fleet-footed it outstripped even Phoenix Prime’s nimble calculations. A final cannonball- launch from the ramplike edge of an awning rewrote everything the latter knew about trajectory, whereat Kumiko with her boots and knees drummed a rapid tattoo through Phoenix Prime’s defences before throwing her whole body into a vertical three-sixty reverse-spin. This circle-kick delivered a finishing blow under whose whiplash the winged one fell helpless from grace.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Do You Really Need A 100 Cars?
Aron had been a billionaire for an hour. He bought mansions and old hotels to provide accommodation for the homeless and invested in many local businesses across Iceland and neighboring countries. He had been adopted by an Icelandic couple that lived in a barn. Now he felt it was time to give back to the country that raised him.
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Fiction
Phoenix Prime, Chapter One
The Future Fighters’ conical heads were far too high in the blue heavens to be glimpsed from the window of the abandoned waterfront bar, which was nestled in tightly behind the heels of two of the mechanical giants maintaining their motionless barricade about the heart of town. Such an unlikely hideout had seemed to Dr. James Neetkins and his comrades the only kind that might lend safety for any length of time, but even from here James could perceive far too many prowling alien creatures, stalking warriors bristling with blades, and foot-long star-cruisers of the tiny Stealthonian race buzzing by. Nor was the refuge so tucked-away as to shield from view the vast mushroom-cap saucer hanging over the Town Hall’s dome and feeding long entwined tendrils deep into the pavements below. James could only make scientific hypotheses as to the purpose of this ghastly spectacle, but all his conclusions tended towards it being bad news. Worst of all though was that he and his party of crusaders were a mere five minutes’ walk uphill from their objective, for beyond what had been the bus station were the ruins of a shopping centre that had housed a public entrance to the caves beneath Nottingham. However, the sheer volume of Solidity patrolling the streets meant it might as well be a light-year away.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Eyes Always Watching
Willa, a prized sow, is the apple of her owner's eye. Tomorrow she hopes to win another first-place ribbon after displaying her showstopping splendor at the county fair. A loud thud awakens her from her beauty sleep. An object dropped through the barn's rooftop and landed next to her. Its fluorescent appearance and slimy texture captivate her attention. Its fragrant mixture of truffles, apples, sweet cream, and tasty spent vegetables intoxicate her soft rosy snout. The aroma is both delicious and otherworldly. She waffles before ravishing it relentlessly, only to find the tastiness grows larger and larger. She chokes, and her body falls. She trembles and writhes with pain dying within minutes of making an impulsive decision.
By Samia Afra5 years ago in Fiction
When We Disappear
There I stood with a blank stare, looking into my cupboard. I’m not exactly sure how long I had been standing there. It couldn’t have been very long, as I could still hear the rumble of the boiling water, in the electric kettle. I should have known, when I reached up with both hands and opened both cupboard doors, that I was about to disappear. As I grounded myself, I felt my feet on the floor and my hands on my hips. I wondered what I went to the cupboard for. Again, I heard the kettle and remembered I wanted to make tea before work. I touched the heart-shaped locket that I was wearing. My husband had given it to me for my 40th birthday, just months before he passed away. I reached up, got a mug, got a tea bag, and then got the almond milk from the refrigerator. I disappeared again. This time, as I came around, I was not just standing in my kitchen, I was standing in rubble. Shock didn’t kick in right away, as I was slow to ground myself. I went through a quick sensory check. I smelled wet ash, dust, and smoke. I heard deafening silence and some creaking. I tasted metal and blood. I felt warm air, but with a chill from a gentle breeze. I bent down, as I felt dizzy. I wanted to touch the ground with my hands, as I balanced myself. I looked up and around, but I had to shield my eyes from the sun, as it shone down through the dust that clouded the atmosphere. I sat down. “Hello?” I called out, once again touching my heart-shaped locket. “Hello?” I called out again, but there was nothing as I sat there rubbing the heart trinket between my fingers. I disappeared again and everything just faded to black.
By Sarah Fields5 years ago in Fiction
