Sci Stories

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In the year 2076, the United States of America is nothing more than a censored rumor. The citizens of Brainerd, Minnesota know only one reality: The Federal Union of the Heartland. Under the rule of Chancellor of Minnesota Gavin Calloway, the people of the Riverside sector live as mere cogs in an industrial machine, breathing in toxic smog and surviving under strict curfews enforced by the Union Security Administration. Fifteen-year-old Kian Flint is determined to keep his head down, stay out of the labor camps, and just survive. But when his friends Taryn Vance and Jace Cross drag him into a plot to expose the pre-WW3 world, his careful survival plan vanishes. They uncover ancient, images of a pre-Union world. One of pristine rivers, green forests, blue skies, and freedom.

close to the end of the 60 year war. miyabi's mother got hired by sas to retrieve a protective target that knows where azuma is. she ask young unknown alien soldier bai lung to help her. what comes next find out.

The war of Galra has ended, and they must find new beginnings. Lance wants to learn and help his (boy) friend, Keith, from behind the scenes as a slow romance appears while Keith is travelling to aid the Galra to rehabilitate. Hunk travels back to earth with Shey and Shiro to repair the damage caused by Galra. Pidge goes with Matt and their father to re build and aid the other civilisations hurt by Galra. It has klance as the main plot line and sprinkles of the other paladins, but the question is, what happens to voltron?

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Does your brain constantly wanders off into the adventurous abyss where you look for a flower that blossoms inspiration? Well, this is the book for you! This book consists of endless inspiration/ or scenarios to fill your head with infinite creativity. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

post apocalyptic

Let's follow the adventures of our very young protagonist, Mars! Let's see what he discovers while he traverses through the dangerous world of an abandoned world where the main God left it with his experimental creatures! Cinnamon: I'll probably update this whenever I want to, hehehe

A 12-year-old girl (Akila) rules the world. She keeps everyone living in terror and the people under her reign do not compare their best days but their worst. When Jamila realizes that no one is going to even try to stop her she decided enough is enough. Will she be enough to take down this treacherous villain or will she end up like the others who came before her.

A Cyone (cyborg-like) bounty hunter goes on a routine job only to find that she has become the bounty. A mysterious rival becomes her greatest threat and escaping him will cost a heavy price.

I am writing to you from the future, and I warn you, all the events in this story are true. Look around you. The people that you are sitting next to might not even be who you think they are. Supernaturals aren't a hoax. They blend in with others, act as though they are normal, but don't be fooled, because they aren't. If you don't want to be involved with this mess of a war, then I suggest you not read what I am writing. But if you do, suit yourself. Don't say I didn't warn you. They are out there. They are waiting. I am one of them. I am a supernatural. I am real. And I am part of the future of your world.

The Bad Sanses were a group of thieves. They were pretty good at it too. The only ones to get close to catching them were the Star Sanses. The Star Sanses were Sheriffs for the town of Dreadlocke. They were currently on the trail of a notorious gang of thieves. Sci owns a bar, running it with his brother Outer. His best friend, Lust, works as a piano player. What happens when the Star Sanses find the Bad Sanses in Sci's bar? What happens when Sci doesn't want people fighting in his bar? Find out in "No Fighting In My Bar"!! Ships include; Scifell Errink Afterdeath Kreme Crossmare Dustberry Horrorlust and a small bit of Dandeouter! Swears are to be expected!

"Unity, balance, all things now forgotten. Ink of the past bleeds through the canvas. The veil of reality thinning. Let not the cloak of the soul rise, yet hazard the dark. Do not delay, for time is temporary, agony shadows those unwilling to adapt. Veto the perversions of my blood. Shall you embody my life force, give light to those blinded. Mine strings send forth bearers of your curse. Aid them, for a web tears without strings. Let my voice reach you, for I'm afraid the ending hath been written. If found buried by the weight of it all, remember you are capable. Faith, over fate, Alex Lumence." P.S. Versions of the story on other sites might hold small bits of info omitted on others in prologues and other site dependent features. Frenchato on Quotev, Wattpad, and AO3 Credit to "Veilofleaves" on Wattpad for aiding in the creation of the story with ideas, insight, and more

In the future, companies like Necro Mail have collected so much data about your phone calls, emails, and online habits that they can create a likeness of you after you die. Many people take advantage of this to talk to loved ones one last time. For the criminal underground. you might not always like what you hear. Leo gets curious after a job gone wrong and decides to toss some money into one of the machines to hear what his old partner has to say. About: I created this story awhile back for a flash fiction competition. I was mainly just exploring the idea of the NSA being able to collect so much information on them that they could basically recreate a person.

You pick up the catalog, open it to any page, take a random stab to choose your unexplored world, and take off into the wild blue yonder. Discover a planet, name it after yourself, determine its physical characteristics, do battle with any monsters you might encounter, and establish contact with intelligent beings if there are any. If not, become a Robinson Crusoe. What for? Well, you'd be thanked and told you've made an enormous contribution, and some prominent experts would summon you for lengthy discussions. The school kids, especially the little ones, would gaze at you in awe. But your old teacher would ask only: "Are you still with the IRU?" Then he'd change the subject and look distressed and guilty because he felt responsible for your inability to outgrow the IRU. And your father would say: "H'mm" and hesitantly offer you a position as a lab assistant. And your mother would say: "Maxie, when you were little you drew rather well." And Pete would say: "How long can this go on? Haven't you disgraced yourself long enough?" And everybody would be right except you. So what do you do? You return to IRU headquarters, pick up the catalog, open it at random and stab blindly. So that's exactly what Maxim does, and where does he end up? In this mess of a story. Note: I am simply making this story available, and editing, the original was written by Arkady and Boris Strugatsky in russian, then was translated to English by Helen Saltz Jacobson.