Sci Fi
Mars Rising, Chapter One
The crimson whiplashes of Dimension Borg’s eyebeams tore into the world. Neetra threw herself aside, teleporting as she rolled to finish up a clear six feet from the deadly path of the rays. Dimension Borg, his great cuboid body still motionless but his computer-brain working and compensating at terrifying speed, swivelled his head. More flashes and sparks followed suit, scarlet from him and golden from her, such that for minutes on end a frenetic dance of light played across the viewing-gallery’s sandy floor while the ranks of unheeding time-portals continued to file in sedate sequence overhead. The girl was all reflexes and speed, the robot all merciless exacting precision. She scampered and skipped from spot to spot, refusing to let herself be targeted, and he was an entrenched battalion to which she could not draw near. Such a standoff had to end, and it did when Neetra, flitting unhurt out of the latest fusillade’s trajectory, was tagged through the flapping pleats of her short brown tunic. Skirt smoking from three round holes she skidded to a halt amid a small dust-cloud and threw both hands above her head.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Below Rainier
For years and years there lived a couple in the vast fields of central Washington state. Too poor to go anywhere else, or even to live in a house for that matter, so they lived in a pretty red barn. This barn, when first bought, was tall and glorious, with fresh red paint, and high white doors, and was also home to a coop of chickens and two young cows. This young couple lived in the barn loft, and slept on a hay bed covered only in a sheet and two blankets. The years were not easy on this barn though. Between the torrents of cold rain or a cloudless sky giving way to an unforgiving sun, the barn faded, rotted, and cracked.
By Matt Coryell5 years ago in Fiction
Mars Rising, Chapter Three
Hand by hand, aching all over, Neetra made her weary way back up the tow-chain. The pilot’s chair awaited her at the end of her painful clamber and she started the Ultimate Cycle’s engines again, though they sounded in worse shape than she was and overexerting the forcefields for such a desperate gambit had sapped the batteries almost to deadness. Nevertheless our heroine set course to return to the citadel, with nothing to go on but hope she had power enough to make it there.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Release Me
“Resistance has failed. Subject is set for termination.” He hit the crates hard, his naked body bruising as he felt the spears of dozens of festering splinters from the old wood. He rolled through the rough hay. It stuck to the cold mucus that covered his body, enveloping him in a coat of yesterday’s chaff.
By Brady Hollis5 years ago in Fiction
Lost and Found
I am walking through the forest in a mid America state. The last memory I had was sleeping in my bed. I don’t know how I got here or when I was at home the last time. It may have been last night or months ago. Lost and confused, I am trying to find someplace where I can ask where I am. I continue to walk yet not finding a road or town. I maybe should be afraid but for some strange reason I am not. I keep looking for a trail in the forest but I don't see one. The sun is directly overhead so I can’t even tell which direction I am going. I wandered about for what seemed hours until I came to a wide gorge. How far down I could not tell and I knew I couldn’t go down the edge. On the other side I saw what appeared to be a barn. It was there by itself with no other buildings. I thought it strange that there was a barn out here in the middle of nowhere, yet I decided it was the first sign of civilization I had seen. I looked both directions to see if there was a way to get to the other side. They both looked like it would be a long hike so I went to the right, hoping I would find a way to get across the gorge. The sun was going down and I knew I would have to make a shelter for the night if I didn’t get across to the barn.
By Don McDougle5 years ago in Fiction
Old Barn
When you grow up in the country there are a lot of old barns around. We grew up where our family owned the dirt road we lived on. Thousands of acres owned by two people. That was a long time ago. Fast forward to today and most of the land is sold. We still have about 100 acres that different family members live on. There are a couple of old barns on the property.
By Jeremy White5 years ago in Fiction
Of the world before;
"In an inhumane world we forget how to be something we simply are; human". One day it just stopped, the only world we had, or ever knew. They had said it would happen. That the world would end. That billions would die. That we wouldn't ever be able to start again, not like we had before, when the world was bigger and much of it unknown.
By Simon Pitt5 years ago in Fiction
When Jerry Scanned Liza’s Barcode
Jerry sees Liza walking down the street. He observes her frilly dress, with the bouncing lace, and her light pink fingernails, which delicately caress her purse strap. She has a wisp of a smile as she squints her eyes in the sparkling sunlight. Her eyes look hazel from his perspective, and they are surrounded by a rich hedge of long lashes. Neatly embedded in the center of her forehead is a camera lens. She makes an autonomous statement by drawing mandala inspired flower around it.
By Molly E. Hamilton5 years ago in Fiction
