AwakenessDavid liked driving forklifts. He was the best forklift driver Constructech had. He never missed a pallet, and things alway got where they needed to go, in one piece. Working on the new SuperEnergy plant had been a particular treat for him. So many important and delicate pieces of equipment needed to be brought in, and David took care of them all. Not one load was dropped, misplaced, or forgotten.Awakeness1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was this fact, above all else, that had allowed David to keep his job after the new Awakeness tests came out. IQ was a thing of the past. Awakeness tested for a person’s awareness of themselves, and their surroundings. Construction companies now wouldn’t take anyone with an Awakeness lower than 85 points. Workplace accidents had dropped significantly.
As David lined up another pallet for pickup, George the foreman sauntered over to him. Ever since receiving his score of 107, George sauntered everywhere.
“Watching the plant activation tonight?” George asked, leaning
Goodbye Cywren Sitting atop the Novac hotel roof, a red headed girl stared into the blue sky. Cywren had been sitting there for an hour, still thinking about the voice in her head. The voice that had been with her from the start. From being a 1 year old, to being a twenty two year old now - Jordan's voice had always been there. He was the motivation, the life of the party, as well as being the party pooper at times. She could easily say that her best friend was in her mind. Cywren didn't care if people called her crazy for that, she just enjoyed someone being there for her when no one wasn't. Leaving the vault, she was glad she had someone there to guide her; now, she didn't need him anymore. He left, knowing that what he created could take care of herself.Goodbye Cywren1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cywren heard footsteps behind her, coming to sit beside her. Then there was the small padding of four paws coming towards her. Quasar gave a bark and a lick to her cheek, then resting his head in her lap. "I can't believe you, Cywren
Always-onParis::15d since last chat::0 New MessagesAlways-on1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
For months, I'd see her at the clinics for our injections, and online in the therapeutic forums. She kept the same odd hours as me. The others managed to find work on a routine schedule. Think-driving sanitation units, working the inbound tech support lines. Workaday, like regular humans. Safe.
Not us. We were always-on. It had been that way in the Gideon pilot pod, when we were all wired together, our minds fused into a single mosaic. I was intuition, stay a step-ahead of the enemy, guessing the next ten moves.
She was the logic center. She did the math. She was a cascade of formulae, speaking in burn calculations, fire rates, weapon heat signature ratios. She gave me the info I needed to make my lucky guesses.
The others got downtime during the long burns, then activated for combat. Not us. We were always-on.
Somewhere along the line, we got too old. All Gideon children get too old. Too big for the pods, too slow to adapt to the upgra
SW: Hanabi's LessonHanabi stood at the center of the chamber, a blindfold over her eyes as she held her practice sword in her hand. It was little more than a metal stick just shy of two meters long with a handle, but it did the trick of simulating a real saber even if it was heavier than one. Around her she could sense her apprentices, the three young teenagers were easily distinguishable from one another in her mind: the latent aggression of Nierdra with her barely contained energies waiting to burst forth at a moment's notice, Romun's analytical uncertainty as he prepared himself for the sparring lesson, trying to gauge the best moment to attack and of course little Keera and all her misgivings. Of the three of them, it was Keera that reminded Hanabi the most of her self when she had been younger. It had been decades since Hanabi had been that unsure of herself, when she'd still been apprenticed to her own Master.SW: Hanabi's Lesson6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Thinking of Master Kahan brought a smile to Hanabi's features, she had not seen him now i
They Call Him Brock Diamond: A Short StoryThey Call Him Brock Diamond: A Short Story2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was just another night for son of the famous Cliff Diamond the bounty hunter, Brock. Billie Holiday is playing on a vinyl record at one of his favorite places to shop - comic book store with such brands such as the Penny Arcade, Magic the Gathering, and a poster focusing around a swordsman named Bruno X, his blonde curly-haired girlfriend Susie, and what looks to be her best friend in a school uniform, Miranda.
The store clerk, wearing a yellow "Plumtree" shirt, a lightly trimmed brown goatee, ripped blue jeans, running sneakers and a mullet to match. His name is simply just Santiago.
"What can I do for you?" the owner asked, pleased to see someone as nerdy as Brock to share the newest in nerdy news. "Did you make it to the convention this past weekend?"
Brock looked away from the owner. "I don't want to talk about it."
"You missed the ticket sale, didn't you?" Santiago asked him. Brock can feel the tension piling in on him like that freak accident scene from Final Destination 2.
A Vulcan ConundrumA Vulcan Conundrum1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
*The Starship Enterprise has just entered an un-mapped region of space. Before long two alien ships engage the Enterprise; shields up, weapons powered.
Kirk: "Lieutenant Uhura, open hailing frequencies."
Uhura: "Hailing frequencies open, Captain."
Kirk: "This is Captain James T. Kirk of the Starship Enterprise. We are on a peaceful mission of exploration. Please acknowledge."
(Incoming message from lead ship) "Blthenn shpllf dtipfh!"
Kirk: "Dangit Lieutenant can't you auto-tune that stinking universal translator!"
Uhura: "Auto-tune engaged Captain."
Kirk: "I repeat this is Captain James T. Kirk of the Starship Enterprise..."
(Message interrupted by incoming transmission) "Blthenn shpllf dtipfh!!!"
Kirk: "Hailing frequencies closed, Uhura."
Uhura: " Hailing frequencies closed Captain."
Kirk: "Bones, Spock, I need a plan of action - NOW! Suggestions?"
Spock: "Logic would dictate that we leave this region of space immediately without further adieu."
Sage of Britannia Chapter 1 before the god comesSage of BritanniaSage of Britannia Chapter 1 before the god comes2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter 1 before the god comes forth
This will be code geass /naruto crossover Lelouch will be a girl with ninja training
Nunnally will able to walk normally using puppet master
Lelouch current age 7
Right after mother’s death and nunnally’s crippling I decided to confront my father what he said filled me will such rage my eyes felt weird and then my forehead felt strange making my eyes feel normal again. Father’s response to my outburst was to send me to Japan as a bargaining chip. When Nunnally and I arrived we were greeted by our new maid Sayoko, said maid told me about why my eyes and forehead felt strange. My eyes were very special so special that the emperor didn’t need to see, so my mother placed a seal on both Nunnally and I incase either of us developed these eyes the Rinnegan or eyes cycle of death and rebirth also called the eyes of god. The eyes were neither god nor evil just every person that had them caused grea
Mutant and Proud - Ch. 1 - Jason and the Souls I'm normal I guess. I mean, I'm your average kid. I play video games and listen to music and stuff like that. Let's see... Well, I'm an Aquarius. Um... I don't have any friends, but... I did have a girlfriend for a while. But she dumped me when she found out I was a mutant.Mutant and Proud - Ch. 1 - Jason and the Souls4 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Oh did I forget to mention that? Yeah, I'm a freak. My name is Adam, but I'm better known as Skybrine. I'm seventeen years old and an outcast. People hate me because I'm a monster. Some people just throw things at me, but most try to kill me.
So I adapted. The only thing that really sticks out as an inhuman feature are my eyes; they're bright, glowing white. So I got a pair of really dark sunglasses and moved to a different town. You can still see the glow if you turn off the lights though, so I avoid that. My dad was a mutant too. He was killed by the humans years ago, but before he was, he gave me a neat amulet that glows whenever other living mutants are around. It had neve
TF Shorts Raffle #22). Aeron to Pearl asleep in her bedroom.TF Shorts Raffle #21 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
The morning light filtered in through the window of Aeron’s bedroom, but the young girl did not notice it. Aeron’s face expressed the discomfort her dream had brought her. But this would not be the full extent of what the effect this dream would work upon the sleeping girl. The dreams showed her majestic venues and glamorous scenes, but Aeron felt herself torn. A part of her truly yearned to immerse herself in it all. But another felt a person like herself was woefully unsuitable for such things and that lingering thought was all it took to trigger a remarkable transformation in Aeron.
It was minute at first, Aeron absently turned in her sleep and a strand of hair fell across her face. But this stran
Blue Bullet and the D'Nadrii QueenBlue Bullet and the D'Nadrii QueenBlue Bullet and the D'Nadrii Queen3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
By Belly 577
Blue Bullet could feel that something wasn't right when awoke. He was naked (except for the globular manacles) and back in his cell laying on a circular bed in the centre. The lights were on. He felt sore all over. Tentatively he touched his still swollen belly, almost as if it might bite him. It didn't, and he relaxed rubbing it soothingly. Then he stopped, slowly raising his hand towards his face. His fingers seemed slightly thicker, but smoother with no creases on his knuckles or the palms of his hand. He inspected the other, it was the same. Almost instinctively he reached up to inspect his face. It felt different. He struggled off the bed and moved to the panel to look at his reflection. Staring back at him was a softer, rounder face. His formerly chiselled features and classic heroic looks were gone, as were any lines or creases. He still had an attractive face, but looked plumper and younger.
Going Coca He didn't know why; he just did.Going Coca3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Countless women, from various walks of life, all beyond classifications such as "curvy" or "pleasantly plump," all of them at his finger tips. His eyes rapidly inspected each of the women, while his finger slid down the phone's screen. He didn't have to, he told himself. He wouldn't today, he told himself.
Yet, he was regularly searching. He didn't know why; he just did.
She had to be there, Maurice Phillips said to himself. He kept running his hand over his short, moss-like hair. In fact, he was sweating profusely, and constantly adjusting himself, making him think he was uncomfortable. But then, he finally came across her.
Her picture showed a woman with skin matching an oak tree's wood. The woman's long hair reached all the way to the top of her rear--which was beyond anything he encountered. She was sitting, obviously explaining why her posterior had the hair merely ride off the b
Beached WhaleI pull up in a surprisingly full parking lot next to a beach that was, until recently, closed off from public access. Reaching into my glove compartment, I pull out the invitation from a group called “SLM,” which I guess is a new, exclusive club. If it’s so exclusive, then why are there so many people?Beached Whale1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Slowly getting out of my car, I reach for my bag, pulling it out of the passenger side and out of the driver’s side.
I stand up, looking around, seeing other women walking around the public, but no men in sight.
I typically get asked the question, “How do you do it?” pertaining to my body. It makes sense with my recent entry in modeling, yet, while many people don’t believe me, I truthfully respond “With good diet and exercise. No pills. No surgery. None of that. Proper care of my body. I’d rather look like a naturally aged ninety-five year old when I reach that age, and give advice to my grandchildren and great-grandchildren that the
Amalgamation - Chapter 25, TakenAmalgamation - Chapter 25, Taken1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Game: Mass Effect, Dragon Age
Characters: Alistair, Duncan, Wynne, Kaidan Alenko, James Vega, Morrigan, Flemeth, Samantha Treynor, EDI, Anderson
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Bioware.
Chapter Twenty Five - Taken
There was a chill in the air made sharper by the absence of Alistair’s warmth against me. We had traveled for several hours more, passing carts loaded down with belongings and mothers carrying crying children away from the only homes they’d ever known. Even this late, the road was choked with life, families eager to put distance between themselves and the real darkness that approached. We had finally happened upon a clearing shielded from the wind and away from the main bustle, and we quickly claimed it as our own by securing our horse to the nearest pine. As Alistair removed the saddle from the mare and gave her a quick rubdown, I examined the still s
STC: Federation Graffiti: EpilogueSTC: Federation Graffiti: Epilogue2 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
San Francisco, Earth
January 14, 2270
Admiral Morgan Rigel walked purposefully along the path leading to the main building of Starfleet Headquarters, returning numerous salutes from lower-ranking officers and enlisted personnel. Only of late his visits to San Francisco usually involved his weekly Friday poker game. But recent events had changed this routine, so much so that he had made the decision to come out of retirement and resume his place within Starfleet.
He strolled into the entrance hall, returning more salutes along the way. Morgan Rigel fit the classic image of a commanding officer: he was tall, handsome, in good shape despite being over sixty years old, and had just the right amount of grey in his dark hair and neatly cropped beard. Morgan was a natural leader, well-liked by all and deeply respected. He was intelligent, had an excellent grasp of tactics, knew the ins and outs of Starfleet bureaucracy, had years of field e
Inner Workings - Part 42By peachnewtInner Workings - Part 421 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
If soft vore/endo or m/m is not your thing, leave now. These characters are my own creation. Do not steal or copy.
Milton promised himself another thirty minutes on the report, and then he’d reward himself with the last of the curry from the break room fridge. Writing wasn’t his forte and he needed a little joy. His day had started off with locking his keys in the apartment, fretting at his door as if he could unlock the latch by frustrated will alone. And then Jazzy brunette had walked past on the stairs. He had probably looked like an idiot. It had taken five minutes to entice the landlady from her fantasizing of a perfect cigarette to unlock the door.
Milton stretched his hands until the knuckles cracked and leaned back from his hunched over pose over the keyboard. He occupied an empty desk in the corner of Main Tech. He glanced over the grey partition into Main Tech where a few of the agent
SpuddismSpuddism (no, not Bhuddism. Spuddism) is a popular religion in the galaxy, although it is seemingly absurd to most nonbelievers. The reason it seems absurd is this: Spuddists (followers of Spuddism) worship potatoes. Specifically, they worship an all-powerful, omnipotent potato called Edward the Great Spud.Spuddism1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Spuddists consider it blasphemy of the highest order for one of their fellow believers to eat potatoes or potato products (chips, French fries, etc.)
Nihilo Ex Machina - Day 89Gory stared at the apple hanging low from the beautiful tree. It dangled there, mocking him. It harassed him. It taunted him, called him names, screamed profanities and bullied him. It was his tormentor.Nihilo Ex Machina - Day 893 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
No, the apple was not his tormentor, the machine was.
The damned machine! He cursed and kicked out against the barren, rocky cliff-side where the apple tree oh so precariously hung. It was hanging off of the edge by a few measly roots. That Machine was rubbing this torture in his face, offering him this one apple. This one, single, holographic apple.
“Why do you do this you monster, you!?” He yelled out at the sky, straining his starved body to throw a fit. “What do you want?!”
Suddenly, a manifestation appeared to him. A mass of pixels and blurred lines congregated on the bent and broken trunk of the tree. It made the vague shape of a man reclining back in his virtual bed of bark. This man-shape was sneering at him.
“I want to see you suffer.” It an
RVA: Shadow of History, ENOUGHSalli stood in front her parents, palms clasped tightly behind her back, feeling her toe claws dig into the soft carpeting on the floor. She tried to moderate her anger. Screaming her fury would do no good in this arena. Soft words, she reminded herself, would be more cutting.RVA: Shadow of History, ENOUGH2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Any more soft words in Ali’s direction, and I do believe she will bleed to death from them.
“May I ask you a question?” Salli said to her parents. Her mother looked back at her with a look of mild exasperation. Her father’s expression was more embarrassed. Good. She would keep her focus on Mother then.
“Is the about that Alinadar vixen again?” her mother asked. “I thought the matter was settled.”
“To your satisfaction, perhaps. Not to mine,” Salli answered tightly.
“What’s your question, Salli dear?” her father asked, shooting a quelling to look to Mother.
“What would be enough?” Salli demanded, flexing her finger cla
Last Journey HomeLast Journey HomeLast Journey Home1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"We forgot Kitty!"
"Honey, it's fine, we can just spin a new Kitty when we get through the portal."
"WE FORGOT KITTY!"
"Jerrodd, I got it." Jerrodine looks inside her toolbox, rapidly blinks some commands, loads a photo, extrapolates, and the toolbox compliantly spins a new plushie. She hands it to her daughter.
Jerrodette glomps the plushie, holds it to her cheek, smells it. Too new. "That's not Kitty! Bad auntie!"
"We can try to go back. I don't want to enter the singularity knowing that the last thing we did with our charge as flesh-and-blood people was lie to her. Probability of success?"
Jerrod's watch returns a number in the eighties.
"Great, so there's a chance in six that the sun will go supernova before we get back to the portal..."
The two adults look at each other and quickly step out of the line; it's long, but it's moving fast. Some things you do because they are right.
They turn on the maglev packs and glide home. Above, the sun flares.
AbominationAbomination 1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Our first attempt at artificial intelligence has gone horribly wrong.
The thing, the abomination is uncontrollable
We are unable to rewrite it's program
It's swarming with bugs and viruses
We have put it under lockdown
Our kill code was destroyed
We must hope that this thing
that this abomination
must not come in contact with our future attempts
We were told to delete the files of this failed attempt
We were told that we mustn't let anyone know
that the laws are gone, broken
The Abomination deleted them
God save our souls, if this thing is released
F-Zero: Seppuku Tales - ImposterF-Zero: Seppuku Tales - Imposter1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This Seppuku Tale is safe of Parts 1, 2, and 3 spoilers. This is, essentially, an episode from a hypothetical “Part 0” or “Part -1”.
== Imposter =
It was the birthday of Chiya Flower and Earl Bendek alike, two people who had yet to meet in this day and age. As of this day, Earl was a war criminal who had fled from Korea and now brought himself to Mute City. At the age of 18, Chiya had escaped Mysteria and found herself in the Lower City of Mute City—as a bum. Both future companions had destinies ahead of them, but on the planet of Port Town, a major event was about to unfold; one that had been prepared for years by none other than Black Shadow—the Emperor of Brutality.
On the planet of Port Town, where major shipping, prostitution, and construction occurred, the universe's most renowned superhero isolated himself from the public. Captain Falcon was a man of great fortune and strength, he possessed the blood of Dark Million—