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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."
The Oncoming Storm - Ch. 1 - Some Serious Nonsense The land of Minecraftia was silent, just like it normally was before a storm. The sky was bright, slowly beginning to turn orange as the sun dropped below the trees of the nearby forest.
From the distance, a low hum of voices could be heard. Muffled by a wooden door, they slowly grew louder until finally, Jason pushed open the door with a laugh. "Shut up, I wasn't that bad!" He said to Ty as he followed behind him. Instead of holding the door like Jason had for him, he walked past it, letting it fall shut.
"Yeah, you kinda were." He said, ignoring Sky as the door hit him in the face behind the two. "Dude you didn't even get past the second level."
"Yeah because it was hard!"
"That's what she said..." Sky mumbled as he rubbed his nose agitatedly.
Jason hit Sky in the back of the head, sending the commander a few feet forward. "Every damn time, Adam!" Jason laughed.
Sky smirked and rubbed th
STC: Bangkok Down: Prologue
December 23, 2268
From chaos into order was how Lieutenant Persis, the USS Bangkok’s science officer, had described the protosystem’s swirling disc of dust, gas, rock and newly-forming planets; and Captain Marcus Howard thought the lovely young Deltan had summed it up rather well. It was an awe-inspiring sight. Not to mention a dangerous one.
Tracking all the debris was a nigh-impossible task, and the Miranda class vessel was being continuously battered by chunks of rock that were bouncing off her shields. The helmsman was able to avoid the major bodies and dodge asteroids, but Captain Howard had Bangkok on yellow alert for a reason. While he could’ve kept his vessel completely out of harm’s way by staying at a safe distance, the ship was here to do an astronomical survey, and doing the job right sometimes means getting your hands dirty.
“Lieutenant Persis, how many plan
SWtCW: Pyrrhic Victory pt.3Coruscant, Office of the Supreme Chancellor
“And you're quite certain our own forces will be unaffected?” the Supreme Chancellor inquired as he examined the floating diagram before him.
“Oh yes Supreme Chancellor,” Doctor Sionver Boll trilled excitedly. “So long as our forces do not have any electronics in the immediate blast area they will be unaffected. There is zero fallout from this weapon and they can move in immediately!”
Supreme Chancellor Palpatine nodded and smiled at the bivall scientist.
“I believe you shall have your field test soon Doctor, our forces on Malastare are not fairing as well as they should, and I believe your bomb may make the difference.”
The bivall's eyes lit up excitedly. “A field test under combat conditions? Truly? Oh that would be excellent Supreme Chancellor!”
“It shall be arranged immediately then, I will assure the appropriate escort is assigned to you and contact the in theater co
Shatter Me - Ch. 7 - The Blood of The End I thought Jack had lost his mind. He hardly ever said anything when he used to join me and the team on missions - even back when we didn't really have a team. He was always just there for support - for a quick teleport out if things got bad.
Ren... No, Adrian right? Or was it Enderlox? Oh my god why is this so confusing?!
Enderlox froze mid step. Jack smiled. So that's why he'd done it. He had seen the kid and known that he'd be fine because the Lord of The End would never be cruel in his presence.
His son, or Zek as I would find out later, stared at his father in confusion. "Dad, what are you doing?"
"Working on business, little one." Enderlox replied. He smiled tiredly. "It's late. Go back to bed."
Zek looked at us with piercing red eyes. "Who are these people?" He asked. "They're from the overworld, aren't they?"
"Yes, and I'll tell you all about it later." Enderlox said. "Now go on bac
Infected - Ch. 10 "This is so stupid..." Tyler muttered as he trudged down the hall. It hurt him deep down. He always tried his very hardest to make other people happy. Yeah, maybe he wasn't good for anything else! Maybe he was good for absolutely nothing!
Tyler let out a loud growl and punched the nearest white wall. He froze. "Ow..." He sank to his knees on the metal floor as he shook out his hand. "That was really dumb..."
He sighed and stood up again, hanging his head. "Oh, who were god damn kidding.." He said to himself. "You were a goner from the start. You're just a useless screw-up and you always have been..."
"Poor thing, your friends abandoned you didn't they?" Tyler spun around. His eyes widened. "Oh god, not you..."
Lewis grinned evilly and held out the bottle of flux. "Looking for something?"
Tyler tried to snatch it out of his hand, but Lewis tossed it back over his head before he could grab it.
Captain America: Legacy, Part IICaptain America: Legacy Part II
Characters belonging to Marvel Comics
Story and Script Daniel Kalban
Captain America et al belongs
to Marvel Entertainment
It is 1941. Abraham Erskine is writing in his journal. He is in his office, a rather Spartan room that mainly serves as a place to store papers and research. It is night. Erskine looks tired.
Caption: 1941. The location of Project Rebirth
Abraham Erskine: *narrating* I was rescued from a living hell on Earth, my genius tapped to create super soldiers to combat an evil never seen on this Earth. My original proposal was a specialized diet and exercise, it was rejected.
Erskine looks over at a test tube of liquid.
Abraham Erskine: *narrating* Hence Project Rebirth, a serum designed to bring out the most in mankind’s potential in combination with
Thalia's Tale - Ch. 29 - Taco Tuesday "Lysander told me all about the Kraken thing. Says you were just like me." Damon said.
"It was really fun." Thalia replied.
"So... What d'you think of being a Skylord?" Damon asked.
Thalia sighed. "I dunno, pops. I really don't. I liked it but I just don't know if I really wanna be a Skylord."
"You're sixteen now, you know." Damon pointed out. "You're old enough to apply to the academy."
"Honestly... Before I came here I would have done it simply because you asked. But now... I kinda wanna stay in the army."
"Really?" Damon asked incredulously. "Military?"
Thalia shrugged. "I really like it here. And training with the Commander, I just sort of realized I don't want to leave."
Damon shrugged with a short sigh and kissed her forehead. "Do whatever makes you happy, sweetheart." He stood up, rolling his eyes. "Maybe Toby'll carry out the family name." He teased.
Granica Swiatow cz. IINie znana lokalizacja, ani czas.
Leżałam na czymś miękkim, byłam przykryta. Wszystko mnie bardzo bolało, w szczególności głowa. Otworzyłam oczy, zobaczyłam rozlatujący się sufit. W pomieszczeniu panował półmrok. Próbowałam się podnieść, ale ból mnie ograniczał do tego stopnia że nie potrafiłam się prawie ruszyć. Zrezygnowałam ze wstawania. Rozejrzałam się po pokoju. Na przeciw łóżka stała przedwojenna komoda ze stłuczoną szybą. Po lewej od wyra stała mała szafeczka z napojem i szklanką. Po prawej siedział, a właściwie to spał, długowłosy samiec łasicy. Wpół leżał na łóżku resztą siedział na krześle. Próbowałam go dosięgnąć. Udało mi się złapać go za w
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