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Stargun Smuggler
Wasting no time after leaving Orion, Zoey made her way to the cockpit with haste initiating the take-off protocol; the engines came roaring to life. It was a lengthy process getting all the necessary components ready and working, along with countless fail-safe checks for safety. Once the spaceship's systems were fully operational, the craft shook violently as it slowly lifted off the ground with downward thrusters. Lurching forward immediately increasing in acceleration as the main drives took over the workload; from the landing/take-off engines. The spaceship moved through the sky faster than lightning.
By Fantasy Writer5 years ago in Fiction
Chapter one
I listen to the energy in the water. How it flows freely within this realm and through us all. I feel it everywhere I go. I see the fear within anger. I see the hope inside love. In this I find pieces of me. I find visions within imagination and failure. I feel faith like a promise. It all definite in silence.
By Samuel Bitner5 years ago in Fiction
The Marigold Scripture
Mara spent the evening on the patio in her back garden. She’d watched as the sun set over the ocean and took a moment to enjoy pure peace. After the strange events of the day, she wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed with a good book until she fell asleep. It was all she needed.
By Mariam Naeem5 years ago in Fiction
#2: Anthropolis One: The Never Clock
7:30am Jonah woke with a short gasp, eyes wide and staring. A bright dart of light came from a clear blue winter morning, lighting the wall of his room and the familiar wooden rafters of his grandfather’s sprawling ranch house. He blinked his eyes, to stave off the momentary ache of too much light all at once. A deep breath, and the shock of his dream began to fade quickly. Reality melting the dreamworld into the waking day like snowflakes landing on the surface of a hot coffee. All the fear, adrenaline, and anguish evaporating with such speed, as to make him laugh with relief. Jonah sat up and stretched, his laugh waking Daisy. Daisy was the oldest of the farm dogs and since Jonah was a toddler she treated Jonah as her personal charge. Daisy got up from her bed and shuffled across the polished expanse of hardwood, stopping mid-way for a dramatic dog-stretch. She gave her head a loud and jowly shake, before plopping her large wrinkled face on the edge of Jonah’s bed.
By Tobias D.H. Crichton5 years ago in Fiction
#4: Anthropolis One: The Never Clock
10:30 pm After his grandfather went off to bed, Jonah decided to connect with his friends online, logging into a fully virtual social zone. It was an activity that Jonah had neglected for several months as he’d become consumed with his grandfather’s research. He knew it was way past time to get back in touch now that Nathan was forcing him to branch out. Jonah opted for a larger version of his daily augmented reality glasses, a pair with much larger lenses that filled his complete periphery of vision, and more suitable to fully virtualized interfaces. Jonah settled into his chair as the social area snapped into focus around him. A bright day in a tropical setting, with sprawling red brick patios dappled in the shade of swaying palm trees.
By Tobias D.H. Crichton5 years ago in Fiction
Addi & Lane
“Now let me see you. Twirl!” Grandma Dorothy instructed. Addi turned slowly in a circle, holding out her arms. The dark purple dress had thin straps, ruching at her chest (she just learned what that meant), and the hem line came to the top of Addi’s knees. The color wasn’t her favorite, but it was the only dress she found with glitter that didn’t make her feel five years old. Addi loved the way the little silver specks caught the light. The sheer glitter overlay felt sophisticated and understated, as Grandma Dorothy explained. “Oh honey, you look beautiful!” Addi blushed, delicately feeling her hair. Following instructions in a magazine, she pulled it back in a French twist, leaving little sections on either side of her face to frame it.
By Lindsey Rocha5 years ago in Fiction
Old Barn
Now Henry Bear could hear the attack helicopter drawing near. He stood alone in the old barn with plans for his Hemp Satellite spread before him on an ancient table of coarse wood. The blue print could survive the dust and discarded hay, only he would not be able to live if the war machine spinning in the air outside got its way.
By Cyrus Emerson5 years ago in Fiction
Davina
Victoria walked into my room with a glass of juice and a biscuit on a small porcelain plate. I had barely eaten since leaving my parents home because of my nerves. I was terrified. The moment I woke up, I felt nauseated because of the dreams I had. I looked over at Victoria as she rummaged through my closet and chose my outfit for the day. “Victoria?" I questioned, “How long will I be here?” “For as long as you need to be. I cannot answer you with an exact number because we do not know the extent of the danger you’re in”, she responded. She grabbed the brush off the vanity and motioned for me to sit on the chair that was in front of her.
By Alexis Whitehead5 years ago in Fiction
The Marigold Scripture
Mrs Devlin watched from behind the counter as Mara stood up suddenly, looking angry. Mara looked down at Antonio, disgusted with what she assumed was him trying to reconcile after leaving her at the altar. Nothing, nothing could make her forget the pain and humiliation she suffered. She hadn’t heard from him since the day before the wedding. His friends had tried to say he was just in shock, it was just a moment of panic. Said he would be back in her arms in no time, after realising what an idiot he had been.
By Mariam Naeem5 years ago in Fiction
The Merryweather Children
“Papa died,” Honor cried through the phone. “What happened?” I asked gathering the files on my desk and packing them away in the old ratted briefcase I had been carrying since I came to New York five years ago. Papa had given it to me, and it always reminded me of home. People always asked me why I never got a new one, especially when the handle started to rip at the seams and I poorly stitched it back together. Looking at it now though, it didn’t feel so sentimental anymore. It felt like I had missed something; something that I never should have.
By Nailah Robinson5 years ago in Fiction
