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7 Days of SciFi: 2, broken glass2) Broken Glass
There's something comforting about the notion of an ancient evil rising from the bowels of earth's sweltering core to destroy us all. There's a pleasant resignation in being annihilated by an all-powerful overlord in a massive worldwide battle. It's black and white. It is what it is. You raise your rifle, and unload as much lead into anything with more than one jaw before it rips your arms off. It wasn't too bad.
I mean, that's my opinion now. Now that it's all over, I mean.
The deck had been stacked against us from the start. They came from the planet's center, using the extreme temperatures to power their dimensional portal. The entry had been a rough birth. The earthquakes shoot cities apart, brick metropolises fell like a children's toys. Oceans ebbed frantically, drowning the coast fifty miles inland. Scientists, before they figured out the truth, even remarked with objective terror that
7 Days of SciFi: 1, Adept1) Adept
I first started seeing them out of the corner of my eye last year. On the subway, tucked between the sleepers and the bums, staring blankly and occasionally moving their hands. Near the banks, or the coffee shops, a look of permanently plastered expectation bound to their faces. I tried not to look at them. I tried to ignore them. I assume it was the same for others, the same strange feeling that if we did accidentally catch their eye, we'd look away. Quickly. Even though there was nothing to look at. It wasn't an eye. It was plastic and glass. It wasn't a person, or a face. Just plastic.
They were installed amongst the unwashed masses by some company, some kind of viral advertising gimmick. The world was getting more crowded, they said. People are becoming so sensitive! Like angry sardines in a tin, they said. Accidents will happen. A lot. And frequently! They sai
NaNo 2013 PrologueOn the morning Ethel Sumner sent her son to his death, all was quiet.
The Sumner family, like all families in their town, played a strange game. Anually, for the past three years, all families were entered into a lottery. And though the Sumner family had 'won,' the feeling of 'winning' was very much absent. This had been hard for Ethel. And she'd be doubly damned if it weren't going to get harder.
The region was in the midst of a four month drought. The Sumner family was a family of farmers, a mix of five adults, three children, and unrelated crew hands. The previous week Eric Sumner had let go two of his best ranch hands. They simple couldn't afford to pay them anymore. Rainless periods on their world were not unusual, but damn if it weren't the farmers who were always hit the hardest.
But as the sun peeked over the horizon, the bright dawn had given way to gray as storm clouds rolled in. Ethel packed her son's knapsack for the las
Geiger's CourierAs I walked, the blue of the desert sky began to fade. I pulled my hood over my head, even though my machine body needed neither protection from the sun nor shelter from the wind. Simply put, I didn't like the feeling of the unending void above me, looming, watching, infinite. I knew I shouldn't have such feelings, so I ignored the rationale and allowed my hands to move as they pleased.
I adjusted the leather strap. The sky was pale. Gray. Stars blinking into view, I refused to meet their eternal gaze. As I walked I was dying. As I walked, I was not yet born.
But as I laid my feet in a careful pattern, one in front of the other, I didn't notice. Day, night, it didn't matter, for I'd been given the unenviable position in life of a courier, and I neither knew nor cared for anything else.
Not yet, at any rate.
My body was a vessel for my vague sense of self, for I was water gathered between shaking palms, a cup half-filled, a fleet lif
The TDST, 2727.
I closed the door to Elitiana’s room quietly.
"Krathax, you got anything in that tin can of yours on this world?"
"Yeah, a little, why? The Royals don’t really bother with this place. Low population, less than amicable living conditions. They probably just harvest ice for their snow cones, or whatever."
Lumiel frowned. I smirked. "How about physiology? Everyone’s eyes are…yellow and stuff?"
Krathax folded his arms over his chest, his blue-and-red eyes looking upwards to the ceiling. Invisible file sorting, probably, and pursed his lips and pondered. Somehow, the man always looked cheery, even when in permanent-winter surviving and blind-girl saving mode. "It’s genetics," he said at last. "98% of the population have eyes that are yellow, 2% have blues. It’s part of their adaptation to the winter environment. Thicker skin, better conservation of body heat, deeper visual penetr
The TDST, 25, 2625.
I awoke with the intense feeling I was being watched. In my dreams, I'd been locked in a house. A giant ivory eye was looking into the windows, and no matter where I ran in the house, there it would be. Even the tiny windows of the bathrooms, there it would be. Watching.
I had been terrified.
Awake, I looked around, left and right, up, down…my tiny apartment was empty. But my heart still thudded in my chest, a freight train of instinct, a fire of bad omen.
There was a rapping on my door. And just like that, all my terror focused into a stiletto of annoyance. Still half-clothed, I tore the door open and snapped, "What?"
Cassidy, in a brown skirt and vest, looked shocked. She stared at my chest with an embarrassment unique to a fifteen-year-old girl, and mumbled an apology. I gritted my teeth at her and she shied back. My annoyance melted to regret and instantly to sadness. A cathartic need to confess welled u
The TDST, 24PART IV: THE INEVITABLE
I was losing my mind.
Stuck in the Between, out of the information loop, pretending I should be calm and what, happy?
It was the third day of me asking. I was getting ruder about it, too. Instead of asking Lumiel in the halls, or at the daily meeting with Beedle, I'd decided to go to her room. Her quarters were in a separate atrium, where other Irians lived. I rapped on the door that was hers until my knuckles hurt.
Finally, she opened the door, narrowed her eyes, and hissed, "What?"
"I want to interview Snowman."
"NO." Lumiel tried to close the door. I stuck my hand and foot in, effectively wedging myself inside the frame. "I've told you, no!"
"I want to interview Snowman," I pressed.
"Cutter, get out."
"Fine!" I shouted, slammed my palms against the door, and pushed myself back in the hallway. I grabbed the doorknob and pulled, slamming the door. I almost caught her fingers in
The TDST, 2323.
I was lying on my back in the grass outside the Radar Research Center, staring at pictures I'd taken on my phone. The Between base, the fountains, the way the atrium ceiling lit up like auroras. Cass, Krathax, pictures of San Francisco, even one of Jennifer the Art Student. The blue grass of this other Princeton, the pretty green co-ed I'd passed. I paused my impatient leafing when I got to Lumiel's picture, the one I'd taken earlier in the afternoon. She was sneering, her eyebrows peaking villainously.
You're a sad little man, C. What are you, without the rules of the SFPD to hold you on a track? You can't decide if you want to kill the guys who beat up that girl or just let 'em fall to the whims of the law. You can kill them, you know. The Interviewer really did hint you have a 'license to kill.'
"No one dies," I mumbled.
Okay, if you say so. I think you're a teenager again, wanting to test your boundaries.
The TDST, 2222.
We collared Emily at her class and escorted her away. Her classmates stared and gawked; apparently TDT presence was a big deal. If kayaking was Emily's cover, she'd already done her illicit business on the lake. So, the girl had no problem throwing a royal fit as we hauled her off.
"What is this? I haven't done anything!" Et cetera. Her whining created an auditory parade all the way to the campus PD office, where we borrowed an interview room.
We all squeezed the little gray room with the one-way mirror. Interview rooms like this were a Transdimensional constant in any world that resembled mine. Emily was still whining until I interrupted.
"We know you peddle the dope, kid."
Emily's mouth snapped shut. She looked at me dead on. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Your neighbor ratted you out."
"I don't even know my neighbor."
"He saw the thugs in suits, Emily," I accused. "And named you as a local dealer of noir."
Unwanted Bonds - 7
After the first hour of trying not to move, Leonardo felt his spine starting to protest.
Not enough yet, to risk changing his position and possibly waking his exhausted brother, but enough to become a notable discomfort.
After the second hour, sitting still like a gargoyle on a roof, it started to become really uncomfortable and the oldest brother started to consider moving at least his legs enough to prevent them from falling asleep. But he still didn't give in.
Not when he snuck a glance at Raphael's sleeping face,
Even deeply asleep, he looked so very exhausted. Lips parted and eyes firmly shut, though with a small frown of tension forming a line between his brows. Almost, Leo gave in to the urge of smoothing that away with his thumb, but he thought better of it and remained unmoving for a little while longer.
A little movement in the corner of his eyes caught his attention and instantly, he had to smile. The baby was yawning in his sleep, kicking his small legs before settling back
Turn LeftTurn Left
I felt like writing a little explanation was relevant. The title, 'Turn Left' was inspired by a Doctor Who episode where Donna's entire life was altered by one decision: Should she turn right or left? I wrote this as an alternate timeline to our, where a Sorcerer's simple decision led him to a very different fate. So there, that's it X3
"Ooh, I don't wanna miss this one." I heard Ty say. I could practically see him leaning forward on his desk. He so seemed like the type of guy who'd do that when he got excited. "I know Kyle started that Jimmy thing, so don't try to pull that crap on us - what's your real name?"
"Yeah, dood, what is it anyway?" Jerome asked. "I've always been kinda curious."
I saw myself at a crossroads. I could go two ways from here. I could tell them and we could become better friends, or I could remain shrouded in mystery. Although the latter seemed totally badass, the prior seemed
Infected - Chapter Two "Where are they?" Duncan muttered to himself like he usually does. "I know I dropped them somewhere around here..."
He kept his head down, scanning the forest floor not far from his castle as he searched for his beloved goggles. He hadn't been searching long before he heard leaves rattle above him. He had no time to move as he felt something heavy land on top of him. "Hey, watch-" He stopped short as he felt a blade under his neck. His eyes widened. "Wh-Who are you?"
"My name is Sky. I'm a Revolter, and I'm not about to go down to some scientist."
"Oi! I'm not just 'some scientist' buddy, I'm Lalna!" Duncan growled.
"A real scientist wouldn't get himself caught in a situation like this. I know you're infected. Anyways, is 'Lalna' supposed to scare me?"
"No, not at all." Duncan replied, letting his hand slip into his coat pocket. "But... If I were you... I would drop your sword."
Infected - Chapter Four Sky often found himself in awkward situations. He tended to have bad luck with those sorts of things. Once, he and Ian had gone to visit Husky's home village. Sky forgot that it was rude to call Mudkips "fish". Another time, Sky managed to get himself locked in a room with a squid he'd cut one tentacle off of for three hours; the two didn't have much to talk about. Then, back when he was dating Dawn, Sky couldn't have had a worse first impression on her parents; but that's another story.
All in all, even though Sky had seen a lot of awkward situations, he could safely say that this was the worst yet.
"Um.... So..." Sky bit his lower lip as he struggled for words. "How's... You magic?"
"Good, good..." Seto said with a nod. The two both hesitated in awkward silence, as Tyler - who sat between them on the couch, stared straight ahead blankly. His arm had been fixed by Seto as soon as the Sorcerer calmed down. Sips took the liberty of
My Alien Girlfriend (Chapter 6)
The sky had turned dark outside and I was in the kitchen, cleaning up the counter from where Yumi had lost control with the ketchup bottle.
Supper had been nothing short of insanity. As agreed, I had grilled burgers for the two of us so that she could experience what a burger tasted like. When I lit the grill, she touched it to try and see where the fire came from and burned her hand. When we finally got the burgers done, I asked if she wanted cheese or anything on it, and she merely asked me what cheese and ketchup were. She’d never seen pickles before and the only thing she seemed to recognize were the lettuce and tomatoes…but that was only because she mistook them for leaves and fruit from her own planet. In the end, she loved them. She asked for more, so I ended up making her a second burger…and that was when she asked if she could try preparing it herself. And that was how I ended up here cleaning up the ketchup from the counter and walls.
I sighed to myself and
SWtCW: A Question of Loyalty pt.5Surface of Naboo, Theed, Royal Palace
Queen Jamillia jumped as the door to her study slammed open, looking up from her desk in alarm as three figures burst into the room.
“What is going on?” she demanded, coming to her feet. “Who are you what do you—“ she stopped as she recognized Padme. “—want.” she stiffened as she realized that Senator Binks was also in attendance. “How dare you?” she asked coolly.
“Queen Jamillia,” Padme began, her voice emotionless. “You are guilty of conspiring against Naboo and the Republic, you will be removed from the throne and your vestments stripped from you.”
Jamillia's eyes flared slightly as she looked back from the gungan to Padme.
“You have no authority to make such outrageous claims and accusations Senator! You serve by my appointment!”
“I have the same right of every citizen of Naboo.” Padme replied. “As to authority, we will have that sh
Unbroken Bond 2 Unbroken Family Chapter Seven"Hey, Mom, can I ask you something?" Kiki asked, threading her arm inside the sleeve of her cardigan.
Callie, folding up the hospital gown her daughter formerly resided in, turned around with a chipper smile as if nothing could make the emotion she was feeling disappear. "Anything you want, sweetheart. Fire away."
"Are you sure? Because I've been trying to ask you but it's always seemed like a touchy subject. I just don't want you to get upset or anything, you know?" Kiki felt her cheeks flare a little in embarrassment of her hesitation, but she also didn't want to cause her mother more distress than she already had.
But Callie merely broadened her grin and said, "I'll be fine. What is it?"
Clearing her throat, Kiki started, "Okay, well, um . . . uh, since the doctors said that I currently can't remember literally anything before yesterday, may I ask what exactly happened the day of my accident?"
Kiki immediately took notice of her mother's smile turning upside down. So it was a touchy
Battalia: HuntsmanGrannde Enterprises was an old building, one that had been out of production since the war. It was home to Battalia that had protected Westkeep and the nearby area, closer to town than the Derelict Industries base was to Mechanicsville. Even so, it was heavily guarded, and yet...Something had broken through, and more shockingly, destroyed the Battalia units within.
Outside the base, a young man named Chase Sabre stood there. He was a traveller, chasing the very monstrosity that had caused this damage. Along the way he had seen more than his fair share of destroyed robots and wreckage, but what was scariest of all was the fact that someone he loved was arguably the cause of it all.
Still, his hunt was only half the reason he was there, the other half was the wrecked Battalia he had encountered on the dusty trail, Maria.
Chase recognized her as an awakened Battalia, ones that had adapted beyond the already powerful stock versions called “Blank slates”. They had observed human
Oh No Sally 22 : by Dru(For Michelangeli)
Within an hour of O Girl's announcement going nationwide, the Director issued a statement. He ordered all agents to remain on duty and to carry on as normal. He denied outright O Girl's claims of a conspiracy and insisted that the FBI was the finest law enforcement agency in the United States. Any attack on the institution he headed was an attack on freedom and justice. In closing he requested that O Girl hand herself in to authorities because it was time she answered for all the deaths she had caused.
Sally was very displeased at being called a criminal, and accused by the very man she wanted to bring to justice of being an enemy of the law. But these were things she had expected to him to say, so it didn't upset her all that much.
Over the next day she watched closely as the smarter FBI agents ignored their orders and handed themselves in anyway. They all knew what Sally was capable of. And they knew what the bureau was capable of. And so they knew there was only o
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