Sci-fi Author – Worlds of weirdness, aliens and humanity in 99 words
Mud coated my exosuit boots as I moved toward the day's co-ordinates. My breath replaced the once-rhythmic wash of waves. "Water levels still decreasing, decided when you're returning?" "Another season won't hurt," I glanced at the data, deep activity readings implied microscopic life, "hate to lose ground." The receding waters left behind new questions previous... Continue Reading →
The old cattle shed sat three streets from her no-longer small childhood home. The house's presence hung heavy over town now, sprawling in its decadence and greed. Perhaps they hadn't changed. A droid greeted her, lead her inside to a room bright with filtered sunlight and untouched delicacies. The woman that entered both was and... Continue Reading →
Readings returned slightly less than optimal levels, but their shuttle-mind assured them of safety. The first creature stumbled out, overwhelmed by colours. The browns and blues and golden yellows were not where they should be. And it hadn't ever seen so much green. Their journey from the dying world began generations ago, long before their... Continue Reading →
Slinking along the dark and barren hillside, pack of acquired supplies secured tight, I see movement. Have I been caught? I drop low, confident in my darkened outer-wear, and watch the quiet, sprawling city. A flash by the edge reveals an individual stumbling past the barrier, long, unshaven white hair gleaming in the night. I... Continue Reading →
The alien planet hung like a pool of blue. Their only stop on a one-way journey. Their vessel's final dregs of energy concealed them in orbit while their shuttle fell into the alien atmosphere. The violent entry rattled the shuttle, pilot and crew breathed deep lungfuls, fighting to clear their minds, to imagine a paradise... Continue Reading →
The nightmares are haunting, full of strangeness. They call me through them. Who or what, I don't know, but they're out there. Waiting. And I need to go. She's nice and all, but she's not them. There's something more waiting elsewhere. Maybe it's where I belong. I climb out the window in the cold, dark... Continue Reading →
Dirt caked her soft dress. She’ll wash it later. For now, though self-assigned, she had to complete her mission before the sun set - she had to find it.Laughter reached her, drifting from the house at the bottom of the yard; soon it’d turn to cries.She had to hurry.She sped over the ground, eyes darting.At... Continue Reading →
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