Hfy Stories

Juliette Mason never expected galactic diplomacy to start with a strip search at customs. As the first human ever allowed into Council space, she arrives on the vast station Concord Aris armed with training, a nervous smile... and a medical gravity belt that keeps her at Earth-normal weight. Then customs confiscate the belt as "potential gravitic weaponry". Thrown into a station running at one-third Earth gravity, Juliette stumbles through halls built for fragile low-g species while the Council panics over what an unrestrained "Deathworlder" might accidentally break. But when a gravitic cascade threatens to tear Concord Aris apart-crushing some species while flinging others into zero-g chaos-the only one who can navigate the lethal flux is the tiny human they were all so afraid of. To save thousands of lives, Juliette must wrestle a failing grav node back into alignment with nothing but her training, her stubbornness, and a body built for heavier worlds. In the aftermath, the Council will have to decide what humanity really is to them: a walking disaster... or a terrifyingly useful ally. And yes I admit it, I recycled names etc. from numerous other #HFY & #HaSO stories.

With the discovery of humanity, came a question, should they be brought into the galactic community?

Short Stories on the Absurdity of Human Nature as observed by bemused aliens. If you are looking for epic space battles, if you are looking for generals winning victory through genius tactics, if you are looking for berserker warriors carrying empires aloft on their swords, look elsewhere my friends. Here you will find laughter.Here a quartermaster must discover why the humans insists that the mass produced broom, identical down to the molecule to every other broom on the base, is the "wrong" broom, and why and how they expect him to fix it. Here aliens learn the meaning of "enough C4"Here a medic meets the challenge of understanding why a human thinks it can survive on chocolate cake. Here Monty Python meets Star Trek.Qui

Content Notes: Mass casualty event (off-page), grief, threats of planetary-scale destruction, political intimidation, moral conflict. A year ago, the Council learned a humiliating truth: humans weren't weak, just restrained. So one species decides to test the limits. They erase a human colony from orbit, call it "containment," and wait for the Council to bury it in procedure. The Council does nothing. Humanity answers by waking a project no one was supposed to finish. Project Stellar Converter: a device built for one purpose. Turn a sun into a nova. The Council wanted humans to know their place. Now the galaxy has to decide what it means when the newest members stop asking permission. And yes I admit it, I recycled names etc. from numerous other #HFY & #HaSO stories.

A Firefighters job never ends. They snuff out the flame or be extinguished themselves. Jack was never easy to give up. Especially against the fire in his heart.

I am humanity's last hope and I'm about to die.

Our enemy viewed us as ants - and ants we became, drowning Sol in our swarm.

Writing prompt: "Humans finally gain the ability to intergalactic travel. In meeting other species, they quickly realize earth is the 'Australia' of space and all the aliens are in awe of our durability."

In a bleak galaxy, the ancient race of Men is no more than a myth, and Mankind's Domain is only a loose collection of races that still consider themselves related. Tentacled monsters are bringing destruction to the space elves; will their warlike cousins from the tombworld of Earth be able to do something?

Alex Ward is an ordinary teen who only feels truly alive in front of his battered PC, flying digital starfighters across pixelated skies. One late-night gaming session, a blinding flash turns his favourite space sim into a doorway, hurling him out of his bedroom and onto the flight deck of the Coalition carrier Aurora, in a distant future locked in a brutal war with the alien Varran. Told he's been recruited because of his extraordinary simulator skills, Alex is thrown into an elite training program under the watchful eye of the hard-edged Commander Imani Hale and veteran pilots who don't quite trust the "ghost world kid." As drills turn to deadly sorties, Alex's instincts and courage are tested in real combat, where failure means more than a simple reload. When a colony at Ypsilon-3 comes under attack, Alex must choose between obeying orders and risking everything to save a fleeing civilian transport. His reckless, desperate manoeuvre may brand him a hero-or get him killed. From bedroom dreamer to "Starborn" ace, Alex has to decide what kind of pilot, and what kind of person, he's going to be among the stars. And yes I admit it, I recycled names etc. from numerous other #HFY & #HaSO stories.

Maturity Rating: Teen, Mild violence, dangerous environments, implied planetary disasters When an unregistered Terran lifepod slams into K-472, a notorious Level 5 Deathworld, the Galactic Council panics. Their sensors confirm the worst: there's only one survivor on board, a twelve-year-old human girl. Bound by treaty and conscience, the Council scrambles its elite Hazard Response Squad to mount a rescue on a world where armoured veterans barely last a day. Acid storms, razor-glass forests, and pack hunters all race to reach the crash site first. What the Council doesn't know is that Aisha Morales grew up on Earth... a Level 13 Deathworld. For her, lethal weather, predatory wildlife, and the planet itself trying to kill you isn't a nightmare - it's Thursday. As stormfronts close in and predators circle, the galaxy's finest rush to save what they assume is a fragile child. Instead, they find a calm, sarcastic Terran pre-teen who has already built a defensible camp, outsmarted the local fauna, and is mostly annoyed about running low on snacks. In the aftermath, the Council is forced to confront a terrifying truth: humanity doesn't just survive Deathworlds. They call them home. And yes I admit it, I recycled names etc. from numerous other #HFY & #HaSO stories.

In the vast tapestry of the United Galactic Concord, Deathworlds-planets of unrelenting fury, where gravity crushes bones, atmospheres poison lungs, and life itself is a daily war-were believed barren of sentience. No species could evolve there. No mind could endure. Until a routine survey in the distant Perseus Arm uncovered the impossible: Humans. Occupying four such hellscape's. What happens when the galaxy's gentlest civilizations meet the apex predators of the void? Shock. Fear. And the dawning realization that Humanity doesn't just survive Deathworlds... they thrive on them.

Having finally finished the full-length novel in this series, I though I'd try a little story fleshing out the universe. Yeah, I've been reading/listening to a few HFY things lately and wanted to do one in my own universe.

Rating: Teen (political tension, implied oppression, legal brinkmanship) Content / Trigger Notes: coercive governance themes, cultural suppression (non-graphic), political intimidation, tense negotiations. For a hundred years, the Galactic Council celebrated Humanity as a "success story": a once- isolated Deathworld species uplifted into the harmony of interstellar law. But the fine print kept growing. Treaty addenda became cultural mandates. Cultural mandates became enforcement. Enforcement became ownership. Then, without warning, Earth transmits a single, immaculately polite missive: Humanity revokes its own membership due to Cultural Irreconcilability. The Council panics- because the treaties were never meant to be escapable... and because the humans wrote their exit clause a century ago. And yes I admit it, I recycled names etc. from numerous other #HFY & #HaSO stories.

From the universe of space paladins The Nature of Predators. Two Krakotl extermination fleet members crash land on Earth during the attack and are brought in by a human. During their stay they are brought up to hunt for a legendary predator in the snowy wilderness

Two Aælfir teenagers sneak aboard a dying stone starship in hopes of finding fame and fortune, instead encountering a rare and dangerous alien; a human being. The human presence infecting them, the two begin to question everything they've taught by their family house, barreling head-first into a conflict with their own kind in order to stop a war crime. Updates every Tuesday & Friday, follow me on Twitter (@NorthDT) to hear more!

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This is a collection of short stories written to break the writer's block, most of them inspired by r/WritingPrompts. Enjoy. Wiem, wiem, zazwyczaj pisze po polsku. Ale angielski jest śmieszny, więc też się zdarzy.

A continuation of Golden Stars, Bleeding Hearts! M'staeng didn't expect anything strange when Alphonse had asked him for pens and paper. He and Ed probably just wanted to write or draw or something, right? He'd see whatever it is they'd done when they finished, compliment it, and encourage their interests. That was part of being a good parent, right? Of course, his assumptions about their little project were nothing like the reality. Just what the hell was alchemy, anyway?