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Prometheus and Armageddon
It was when we entered through the fourth door that we found floating in the liquid space an immense stone, almost spherical, flattened on the sides, with an igneous center still alive.
By Juan Laborde5 years ago in Fiction
In the Arms of Morpheus
Fresh rain pooled in the broken crevasse of the old brick walkway. The morning doves sang their song above from the newly established power lines. In the distant one of the many trollies of the city squelched out their miserable horn. The bustle of the city's streets echoed down the thin corridor. Though the sun was out, positioning of buildings shadowed the small brass door, the only true illumination would beam from the neon glow of an “open” sign. On the door, neatly pressed in, was the nameplate: J. Edward Liveon, Private Eye.
By RW Hughes5 years ago in Fiction
In the Arms of Morpheus
The clouds thundered in the distant skies, the morning hues of burgundy and maroon gently kissed the exposed blue. The sun merely signaled the time of 9am. Stepping into the fresh morning sun from the narrowed brick corridor, J. Edward Liveon, Private Eye, sniffled at the sight of the bustling crowds of Market square. As a trolley squelched past, spewing its’ enraged ashen debris, a toll booth could be heard in the distance, two dings, a pause, two more dings. The sounds of voices were amplified, ricocheting off the dark stoned buildings, soft water droplets propelling the rocky exteriors. The square was wide, with many off-shooting streets of varying sizes. The larger ones bustled with motor carriages and trollies. Moderately sized pathways, which dipped and curved throughout the region, were jam-packed with bustling foot traffic, Thousands of mysterious faces traveling to mysterious places. The smaller paths were harder to spot, shady characters decorated the mouths to the dangerous alleys. Edward would fall within the shared classification of a shady character, the slight scar on his face often allotted a swift judgment by strangers.
By RW Hughes5 years ago in Fiction
In the Arms of Morpheus
Rain splintered heavily against the tin walls of the warehouse. Adding to the sweet melody of rain was the sporadic array of thunder, which decorated the sky in the ravishing dance of lightning that often went hand in hand. The thunder would roll in menacing waves, a double blast of bangs- pause for the flash of lightning, with a pursuing double blast of thunderous eruptions in the sky. The waves of the nearby sea lashed out in violence at the cemented docks. Occasionally the tentacles of water would aggressively assault the tin walls of the large dockside warehouse. Within the walls, the loud smash of water on metal echoed endlessly through the wooden crates marked with miscellaneous papers.
By RW Hughes5 years ago in Fiction
The Hidden Treasure
The unexpected letter arrived in the mail in a plain white envelope with no return address. Moses tossed it in the trash since it resembled an advertisement for a car deal he received the week before. Curiosity lured him to retrieve it and he brushed the coffee grounds off.
By J. S. Wade5 years ago in Fiction
Terran Winds
I write in this journal for those who would find it when I have passed. My name is Julie. I am fourteen in Earth years. That is my home planet. We had to leave the planet after the moon exploded. We had made it our portal to the stars. We had stored so much nuclear fuel on the moon that when a rogue asteroid hit the moon it caused an explosion so massive that it destroyed it.
By DS5 years ago in Fiction
Diplomatic Etiquette and the Alien Menace
Welcome to the Exterran Federation Guide to Human-Kro'dyl Relations. Perhaps you are reading this because you are an Envoy considering a xenodiplomatic post, or a businessman seeking practical advice on alien relations, or a member of the public curious about this strange new species. The members of the Kro'dyl Dominion have a reputation for belligerence, but they are also a species marred by cruel and inaccurate rumors as well as simple cultural misunderstandings. These guides are intended to set the record straight on this species while also helping the reader navigate their culture with caution and sensitivity.
By Andrew Johnston5 years ago in Fiction
Missing Peace
The explosion was something random and widespread. I remember walking out of Macy's with my sister, we'd had just got done birthday shopping for our dad. In New York, there are many unique and particular people so when we see a random guy running around and yelling "IT'S THE END" we casually brushed it off and laugh, not knowing that it really was the end. I can recall when it all happened, the sky turned dark momentarily before buildings came crashing down, the once sunny sky, happy faces and joyful music was now replaced with fear, crying and screaming. Chaos was being displayed in Manhattan, this day. I grabbed my sister's hand in attempts to try and find a fall out shelter near by but she pulled back when she seen a mother and her daughter struggling to be released from a heavy brick slab that had fallen from them. Aniah has always been a caring and selfless person, quick to put people before herself. I shouted for her to hurry back but before I knew it, a heavy pressure hits my back causing me to fall to the ground and slamming my head on the concrete.
By Tania Hill5 years ago in Fiction
Bye Y'All
Bye, Y’all Cryogenics was not Rachel's field of research at the National Institutes of Health in Bethesda, Maryland. Her specialty was pediatric oncology, and she was lead researcher on a study of triggers for childhood cancers hoping that better understanding of those triggers could lead to effective interventions to forestall the disease. But today Rachel was across from NIH at the National Library of Medicine accessing all the information they had on cryogenics.
By Cleve Taylor 5 years ago in Fiction
School's Out
Rudy stared eagerly at the clock, watching the seconds, then minutes, tick by as the school year came to a close. The classroom was like a furnace, not only holding in heat, but seeming also to take it in through the open windows. He waited eagerly as his teacher, Mrs. Winlock, passed out the year-end reports one by one.
By Misty Rae5 years ago in Fiction
Apocalypse Boom
The year is 2120 and everything is great! The world is at peace, nations are in unity and the world economy is extremely good. Everyone is happy and content with what is going on around the world.
By Alan Kim5 years ago in Fiction
Banging So Bad
It is 2077; men are working in call center-like office environments; their bosses, women. Male bosses are non-existent, and society is now matriarchal. Women leaders are everywhere. Women make all the decisions; they take advantage of men for their domestic abilities, cooking skills, and kindness attributes to perform all chores.
By Christa Cusack O'Neill5 years ago in Fiction