Sci-fi Author – Worlds of weirdness, aliens and humanity in 99 words
Leaves swayed at the ship’s landing. Its team stepped out onto the alien world, fully suited, protected from its thick atmosphere. Deep violet vegetation sprawled toward the horizons ahead. Behind, an ocean of scarlet brine swelled and oozed. “Mission here is to survey, we need to claim this world before the enemy,” the commander said.... Continue Reading →
She lay there cold, with legs exposed, as they spoke. Backs turned to her; she caught few words."A mess. . .”“No more feeling. . .”“Stiches."They looked over at her and she held their gaze, wanting answers. The doctor approached, mouth moving in silent speech as he searched for the right words. “Ma’am, there have been…some... Continue Reading →
Day by day, the population thinned. Babies weren't being conceived as often as they once had. The sun's radiation increased week by week. Cancer counts increased. Hospitals overflowed. Lives faded.Those with fair skin donned sunscreen every morning without fail, before continuing life. Most just stayed indoors.All were failing fertility tests. Years pass.A coloured President. Prime Minister. Council and Board members. School principals. Teachers.... Continue Reading →
He walked in the door. Little feet came running with tiny fingers reaching. Nudging aside a few toys strewn across his path, he made his way to the couch. Little feet followed, their voices tumbling over each other as they fought for his attention. He picked up the oldest for cuddles as the littlest ran... Continue Reading →
Dark branches released cherry blossoms, awash with pale pink and deep magenta, and sent them floating upon the subtle mountain breeze. The dragon's tail flicked, dusting the landscape with a glitter of red as it gazed through an orb laden with five yellow stars, tendrils of smoke drifted skyward from its mouth. An orange form darted past, the dragon's eyes followed its flash of colour... Continue Reading →
Mind cycling through the daily routine, I slowly slide off the bed. I waddle around with my swollen belly, pain erupting from inconveniently placed baby kicks.I feed the animals, step back inside, breathe. Head spins from standing too long washing dishes. Turn on washing machine, more pain; crouch down, turn, bend, breathe.I waddle up the stairs.... Continue Reading →
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