Scifriday Stories

My #scifriday contest entries.

When aliens come to destroy the human race as penance for their evils, it is an alien who steps up to defend the inhabitants of Earth and question who, truly, is the best? Cover: http://thespiritscience.net/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/152.jpg

It's the year 2173. A random dude named Dave Phillips had made a remarkable discovery almost two hundred years prior, leaving the world very different. A company standing tall in the city? Check (uh, duh, everyone has a building in the city). Ability to twist, manipulate and switch the weather around? Check (okay that's a little weird). A portal leading to a parallel universe? Check (uh . . . ?). A lobby full of possible clients? Check (huh? That ain't no science fiction). Only one name for a place like that: Dave's Seasonal Weather Anomalies. ~*~*~*~ Please note that this was written for a sci-fi competition (Massive Dynamic to be specific) so that's why it's really short. Still, all votes and comments are much appreciated.

Short shorts, contests entries, and other dribble drabble.

Contest entries for Sci-Fi, Fanfic, etc, as well as poetry, short stories, and one-shots. ~ TABLE OF CONTENTS ~ (1) Broken-Winged Birds [Sci-Fi Short Story] (2) Limerence [Poem] (3) Quinn and Emlin [Conversational Poems] (4) Elements [Poem] (5) The Ghost That Writes Time [Open Verse Poem] (6) Auriferous Eyes [Poem] (7) The Fallen (8) Splintering Air [One-Shot, Entry For Sci-Fi Contest] (9) Forged in Fire [Star Wars One-Shot] (I did not make the cover art; I only added the text.)

When I confront an alien and try to convince him to keep humanity,what would I say?

I had to find an escape. It was part of a school assignment. Then I finally found it, my escape. But, for some reason, the teacher failed me.

Massive dynamics has developed a new biological and medical tool. With this invention they promised to give immortality to the human kind. One of their patient has test out this new tool. Through her diary she tells how Massive dynamics has changed her life for better, or worse.

A short story that begins above Europa, a moon of Jupiter.

Something's cute... or not. Akon reflects on the latest of his taicho's experiments. Disclaimer - I don't own Bleach.

I was starving. I scavenged the abandoned gadgets in the dark alleyway, hoping to find something to eat. Not ravenously, though. The native Alpha Centauries would find me then. I was sixteen, and the last human colonist. They had come for us two months before, with arsenic gas and radium bullets. I didn't know how I survived, but now I was lost in their capital. I was desperately searching the piles when I heard the footsteps behind me. I turned around, and saw her. Green skin, I thought. Blonde. Long neck…    Native. I froze, staring at her. Then I saw her hyperpouch necklace, and stared at it. Hyperpouches. Food carriers. Food. She slowly walked up to me and knelt down. She looked at me. I saw in her eyes that she was as scared as I was. She must have seen my fear, too, because she dropped the hyperpouch in front of me and tapped it. The pouch’s opening widened. I immediately grabbed it and reached in, pulling out a sweet-smelling, reddish pastry. Centauri bread. I jammed the loaf into my mouth, closing my eyes. When I opened them, the native was gone. “Thank you,” I whispered into the silence.

Life on a spacestation is monotonous to say the least. When you work 5 days a week for a pittance with less than half a chance to move up in the world, and the girl you like works in the red district... Jade Godwill is miserable but content. The one place he can let loose is the Old World History complex that, ironically, only androids seem to care about. When servant mech droids begin turning on their masters and killing, the answer lies in this place. And surprise, surprise only Jade can find it. This was written for Project Constellations, but I didn't finish it on time. My first ever proper story (let alone SCI-FI) that I promise will be updated...

Brenna must prove to the aliens that humans deserve a second chance on Earth.

(For the Scifriday challenge). Years ago, biological experiments got out of control, allowing genetically advanced specimens to escape. The rich hide behind their city walls in lands where the augmented species can't survive, leaving the rest of the fertile world to their own devices- and the mercy of the war lords who rule their territories with iron fists.

Traston has a theory about the world that no one is ready to accept. Seven years ago, the world of Revere was all but destroyed by a mysterious apocalypse that left its surface decimated and teeming with monsters. The few who survived were gifted with extraordinary abilities, seemingly designed so that they might contest with their new, harrowing home. COVER BY: Heather Moores NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: This is an old trunk novel of mine where I intended to explore the nature of salvation and what constituted the ability of one to live a good life despite the vices of the world around them. Given the current state of the world (especially through 2020), I have decided to post some of the chapters from this book. I feel as though it may help some readers find light in the darkness, though be warned, as the darkness of new Revere is thick and palpable.

Frank agrees to a blind date through a dating site. There is a glitch and instead of getting a human date like he expects he is greeted by a pretty Pseudoid named Monique. Pseudoids are genetically engineered human robots. This is unsettling to Frank who does not believe that Pseudoids and humans can fall in love. Monique proves to be different than he expects. Their date together manages to change his mind.

Where one life ends another begins anew Winner of the #SciFiFriday writing contest, November 2014

Mallory S. George volunteered, volunteered to save the human race just like her sister had years before. And her sister is dead. COMPLETED 998 words. ☺️

Ten years ago, the human race decided it would be a good idea to enhance ourselves in order to become stronger. they started by enhancing our food. they plants turned strange colors and grew anywhere. it was a good thing at first, because it decreased the amount of poverty. but then we started modifying animals. they started with the livestock, but soon almost all animals were changed. but still, it seemed like it could be a good idea. it wasn't. the animals began to become increasingly aggressive. attacking humans left and right, they became a huge threat to mankind. and then it started. people who survived an attack from the freshly modified animals became monsters. flesh eating creatures whose forms were twisted and mutilated by constant fighting and aggression. they began to attack other humans. killing twice as many as the animals did until there were hardly any of us left to eat. My name is tailor. i have no last name as i have no parents. i have been stuck in these woods for nearly a year. i was with a group but now thy are dead. if they find me, i will soon be dead as well. please. if there's anyone left. i need help. help me. please.