Истории Scifriday

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.

We're all living on borrowed time. Especially the Cat.

These are my entries to #SciFriday challenges proposed by @ScienceFiction

“I’m going for a walk, Dad.” “Be home for dinner or your mother will be mad.” David’s father said. “OK. Tomorrow." By the time his father looked up from his computer David was gone. He walked through the freezing desert night and the blistering hot day. By late afternoon he saw the double chain-link fence topped with razor wire that surrounded the top secret weapons facility in the Nevada wasteland. “What on Earth?” Sam looked up from his console, then magnified the glass of the air-conditioned guard’s post. Five minutes later the boy stood in front of his door. “How’d you do that?” “Do what?” David giggled at the guard. “Walk through the fence, the mine field and the next fence?” “It just happens. Now I need to–.” “No!” The hybrid guard screamed when he felt the buzzing in his head. Was this kid, this human natural, and activating the kill chip in his brain. After a string in his head Sam asked, “What did you do?” “I deactivated the chip in your brain.” “How? Who are you?” “The Redeemer will arrive here tomorrow. You are the superior race. It is time for your human creators to depart.”

Made for sci-fi challenge 19.

A collection of short storied, challenges, and other such things.

// a short story for the #SciFriday competition // An unnamed protagonist wakes up in a Healing Station, with no memory of why they're there.

Finding a place one belongs is no easy task, particularly when one is stuck in space on a colonial ship to damaged to make the trip to the real colony, and instead finds itself hurtling towards the Demon Colony. The place called the Demon Planet was thought to be an urban legend, a space myth, and yet they find themselves entwined with the secrets of the past. Gaara knows everyone needs a purpose but after the Chunin exams the purpose he once had disappeared. The twelve-year-old shinobi finds himself heading out to the desert for self-discovery, learning to use his abilities to actually protect someone other than himself. Far outside the village, to the point he can no longer see the walls, he finds himself encountering strangers from another world, but also things he didn't expect. Disclaimer - I don't own Naruto. This is an AU where the world of Naruto isn't Earth, but instead a planet the people choose to colonize, but later abandoned for unknown reasons. (I know the reasons, but that's another story.) This is written for the Just Write It for April 2016 as well as the Project Constellation SciFriday contest.

To me, stories are like sparks jumping out of a fire. They are lightening flashes, which last for a second but leave you dazed and dreaming for more. Every now and then I get these brilliant flashes in my mind which I feel compelled to share with anyone willing to read. I feel Wattpad is the perfect platform for short stories and I’ll be updating this collection randomly. Be sure to check back. I won’t be writing in a specific genre. Everything goes. I will be having fun and you all are invited to join. Feel free to comment and tell me how you feel. From me to you, I open a window into my mind. Hope you like the view.

ED-E-2299 A short story written for the Science Fiction Wattpad competition; Breadcrumbs I got 2nd place in the Sci-Fi contest with this story!!

A flash fiction story about an Alien dog encountering humans for the first time.

The Coming took the world by storm, and it's up to a small group of geneticists to destroy the silent guardians of the sky.

Here is where I might publish some bits and pieces of what I have written. They may become more, or maybe they won't. Please check them out. Perhaps if you tell me to, I'll elaborate on one sooner than later.

Someone finds themselves trapped without the knowledge of how or why they're there. Will they escape or stay trapped?

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.

My entry for the Sciffiday challenge! The 'Transpordig' - Which I decided to call it - is in green and brown and it still had its leaves and trunk. Below, there was a pointy needle - like structure that helps in digging through the earth. The model looked perfect - except...

How do you escape a prison that has no walls? That is Grohad's challenge, a brutal tyrant captured after a bloody war and imprisoned against his will. Accustomed to wielding unlimited power, now he must find a way to escape an inescapable jail to return to the life he once had. This short story was written as an entry into @ScienceFiction's Nanobytes short story competition.