Lord Peters, you sir, are well and truly screwedThe scandalous images of Lord Baptiste and his lover would confound and disturb the general public, leading to uproar, something Lord Peters couldn’t help but cackle about as he sat in his office. They had not held the vagabond in very high regard before, but surely after such a scathing article about him and his male bedmate, whatever respect they had for that fool would be gone! He would lose all his suppliers and his company would crumble, leaving room for him to swoop in and buy it on the cheap! Suffice to say this had Lord Peters very pleased. He spent that afternoon grinning ear to ear like a child on Christmas morning, but by nightfall, something did not feel right, and a cold shiver began to crawl down his spine. Dinner was set out, he did not eat, his bed was left made up, he did not sleep, something was bothering him, not guilt or remorse for his actions, but a feeling of dread. As dawn broke the next morning, and the paper was brought to him alongside a cup of his favoLord Peters, you sir, are well and truly screwed5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Untitled Sci-Fi Experiment Part 2CHAPTER 5: RAVENUntitled Sci-Fi Experiment Part 21 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"You'll have to name it, Raven, " Balthazar Edburg stated with a smile. "Barclay will be teaching you how to ride when it is broken."
"Is it a boy or a girl?"
Balthazar laughed. "You know, I'm not sure. This is a newly discovered species. Sexual dimporphisms haven't been determined. However....ummm....let's see....based on other, similar, species....the coloration and crest size indicate female."
Raven beamed with excitement. "Where did she come from? How was she caught?"
"I wasn't there to see her captured; you'll have to ask your mother about that when she's home next. The note she left with the animal says she was caught on Ra, a desert planet that's just being colonized....by humans anyway. Speaking of deserts, how did your report go? "
"Oh, it was OK. Sudan isn't a very interesting country. Can I pet her?"
"I think Braclay should tame her a bit first."
Raven stomped her foot. "What's the point
The Chronicle of Salem Fay (Installment 1)The Chronicle of Salem Fay.The Chronicle of Salem Fay (Installment 1)3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Prologue: Dates of interest – The Great War
April 18, 2000: An archaeological dig in a once submerged Greek ruin, off the coast of modern day Crete, discovers a large, uniquely well persevered sealed Obsidian jar with gold inlay depicting the sealing of the first non-immortal beings.
May 4, 2000: Inscriptions on the jar show two forces. Existing before the Titans, they came in all shapes and sizes, due to the nature of their creation both races could each to some extent could shape the world around them. On one side the forgotten; a twisted and demonic race that wanted to turn against the gods. And the other side the Arcanum; a pure race that sided with the primordial gods against the forgotten. Between the two Forces the Arcanum were stronger and with the assistance of the gods began to win the war. However it shows that something happened to the forgotten, they became stronger and began to push back. Knowing that they would lose the Arcanum sacrifice
Bone SmokeThere is smoke in my bones. That is how I feel when I stand between the worlds and wait. In that nonexistent place, the purgatory of the multiverse. I can feel the tease of that smoke curling round and round my skeleton. My limbs twitch at its touch and each twitch is a world, a time, a person.Bone Smoke3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Besides the smoke there is nothing. Other walkers see the inside of their heads, nightmare woods or childhood homes. I see nothing, not even blackness, only blankness and lack. No words can describe it because to that place no word comes. They say I see the between place as it truly is, but I know that it truly is not.
I think of turning and of walking forward. I think of reaching for a world, not a green and grey marble, but all the weaving life and death and history, all the complexity that makes up a planet. I think of pulling myself to that world.
And I am there, standing on pavement in a sea of concrete. The nothing that is less than nothing is like a dream that I can dream again. This worl
fate- by sciencelets pretend that when time began there was a super computer with infinite computing power, and it knew where every particle in existance was, exactly where it was. it also knew every single trait of every single particle, it knew how it would behave and all of its querks. this computer understood all of the laws of physics as they truely are, not how humans precieve them. it tracked them all and drew patterns from all of them and by studying the patterns that each particle followed, theoretically, could this supercomuter tell the future?fate- by science4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Letter to All S. Mundi Network Users The moment of transition was 7:34 AM today, July 17th, and this one was unique in that nobody saw it coming. Haverforth Diedeli finally stirred awake thirty-four minutes after his alarm clock began to buzz at him, and at the moment his eyes popped open and his brain started to churn out thoughts, he was the main man. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Haverforth was the single pivotal human out of the entire species, and in a span of seconds, we are sure you all noticed.Letter to All S. Mundi Network Users4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We would like to apologize for any inconvenience and offer this explanation:
Transitions like this are usually prepared for by S-Mundi network administrators. The Mindshare Protocols most often focus on a single human for a few decades, since they automatically route into the most intelligent human brain hooked into the network, and that doesn't change as often as you’d think. Ninety-five percent of human intelligences fall naturally into the range of below-average through super-geni
Untitled"How R U". It's written on a computer screen, sitting on the shoulders of a blue painted woman. Her hands are in her laps, she is sitting, waiting, looking outside the bar window. Sun hits her screen face. It's Sunday in 2045, silver dogs are walked by their over aged owners. Hundred year old men and women in an old people community, all trying to look the same fashion they did almost seven decades ago.Untitled4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
An old man walks into the restaurant. He is in his forties, no glasses, looks about twenty years younger than his age. The woman with the T.V. head looks at him. They stare. Then she looks back at the people outside.
The old man walks to the bar and sits on a stool. The bartender asks the man what he wants to drink. The man says "water".
"What kind of water?" asks the bartender.
"That's pretty rare these days... how about 2023?"
The old man shrugs. The bartender shrugs back, grabbing a glass. The girl keeps looking. She is a robot.
CiliciaI do not know the name I was born with for I was born a slave. I do not know the family I was born to for I was born a slave. All I know of the home where I never lived is the carved ivory mask and shells around my neck.Cilicia5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I follow no gods, I control my own fate and fight for none but myself and those I call brothers.
My name is Alastor given to me by the man who freed me and raised me as his own. Here I am among equals. We are pirates, some call us the enemies of the world we know ourselves to be nations of our own, we sail and fight under our own standards. We acknowledge no Empires, no rulers but the ones we choose.
We may die fighting but we have accepted this. We will die with a blade in our hand, and die free.
I am Alastor the son of Alkandros by adoption. I am a slave no longer. I am a man despite the darkness of my skin. I am heir to a proud warrior tradition. We are the enemies of world? Perhaps…
But we are so to Rome. I wear Roman coin
SW: Kaira, Dreams at DawnKahan stirred restlessly from his slumber, shifting to look down at Aira-ty as she slept against his bared chest. Her long green hair lay across his skin like a thin veil, brushing against him with a ghostly touch that set his skin tingling as unbidden memories of the night's escapades came to mind. He licked his lips and looked over at the chiming com panel, reaching out and smacking the audio only option.SW: Kaira, Dreams at Dawn1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“What is it?”
“I'm sorry to distract you Master,” Leroi said apologetically. “I know you and Mistress Nokta are taking time to recuperate from the past week's excitement but we are being hailed.”
“By who?” Kahan asked as Aira-ty opened her eyes and looked up at him sleepily, nuzzling up against his chin and kissing his neck tenderly.
“She identifies herself as Master Potkin and she wishes to speak with you...in person.”
Kahan felt Aira-ty stiffen as she sat upright and glared at the com panel, her golden eyes narrowing.
Rapunzel The small group marched forward in loose formation, swaggering with the confidence that their training would kick in when needed. The sandy landscape offered no threats, no hiding places, no life.Rapunzel1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Their destination: A lone tower, hidden in a secluded valley lined with flat, open rocks.
“Looks like it was built to last,” commented the leader.
The tower stood a hundred feet high, pale sunlight illuminating its simple apex. The rusty surface silently boasted of the hundreds of years it had stood untouched and promised tenfold more.
“It’s just up there?” asked the navigator, rubbing his hands.
The leader nodded, “Should be a stairwell. And don’t get excited, we don’t know what the security’s like.”
They soon located a door leading to a winding stair that filled the entirety of the tower’s innards. It opened to a dark room and the group of mercenaries froze, alert for booby traps. The
Little Red SyretteI am the wolf, come out of the forest.Little Red Syrette1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
No sheepskin for me: my disguise is the stiff suit of a diplomat. My claws concealed behind gifts, and my fangs outshone by compliments.
The humans really do have a relentless fortitude for continuing when they are not wanted. Our atmosphere incinerates their ships. Our plants poison their bellies and our air festers in their lungs, but they don’t stop. They build new ships, import more food, and devise new masks to give them breath. The very life of our planet rejects them.
If not for their clever remedies, daily measured injections of controlling medicine, every human to set foot on our land would be eaten from the inside before long.
Their leader—an old woman by their standards, and an invading tyrant by ours—meets with me this morning. I bear a basket, overflowing with fruit, drink, and shiny treasures that the humans so enjoy.
She welcomes me with smiles. She keeps bodyguards, but not too close. After all, we have already be
Like Aurora Gone WildThe three men stood in a circle, whispering and throwing glances at the vacant-eyed girl seated against the laboratory’s far wall.Like Aurora Gone Wild1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“How is that even possible? How could you not know they had people here?”
“They don’t! They test on reptiles! Don’t act like this-”
“Shut up, you two! What are we gonna do with her? We can’t take her-”
“We can’t leave her here. What the hell do you think they were doing to her?”
“Don’t look at me, I said I don’t know!”
“I said shut up!”
The last one to speak rubbed two fingers along his temples. “Okay. I’m gonna talk to her.”
He took measured steps towards the young woman and knelt down in front of her, palms raised. “Miss? Can you hear me? What’s your name?”
She stared over his shoulder.
“My name is Stefan. Do you have a name?” As gently as he could, he patted her wrist and then snatched his hand
SW: A Feud is BornAira-ty Nokta stepped out of the bridge turbolift and approached the massive cloaked figure whose back was to her as he gazed out at the stars.SW: A Feud is Born1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“It's done my Lord.” she said courteously, ever careful of Skywalker's temper.
The cybernetic dark jedi turned his deathly mask towards her, his voice an electronic crackle that sent shivers down Aira-ty's spine.
“You are lying Commandant.”
Aira-ty tensed but remained where she was, her helmet under her arm as she starred back at the black voids.
“I executed my mission sir.”
“You let the jedi go.” Skywalker snarled, coming towards her.
Aira-ty remained where she was, staring at Vader's chest defiantly.
“There were no jedi down there Skywalker, just some renegades.”
She remembered the look on Dio's face as she'd let him and his small band of rebels go. After what had just happened to Guo-Jia...it seemed the least she could do for him...and technically she was right, Dio had never been m
H2N5E3 Alien VirusH2N5E3 Alien VirusH2N5E3 Alien Virus1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I can barely be certain how long I felt this way. It seems to be a fairly long time.
I have the persistent sensation of being empty and disoriented in our world , as though I don't belong here. I remember since my later childhood that I felt alienated but I had not the same sensation that I feel now.this sensation is the feeling that I am in another world, alone, and uncertain of where I am exactly. I am among other humans, physically, but I feel at distance from them, alienated and unable to relate. I feel aloof as though I am higher in altitude. Like looking at the world from space. Furthermore, there is the persistent feeling that my energy is sifted. Something is draining it. I feel constantly tired and listless, although I move and think normally. Additionally, I feel that I should not be here but in that or another world, much the same way as my childhood.
The sad thing is that I have no means to leave here for that world. However, when I sought pro
The Outlanders This is a short story I wrote a long time ago, but one I really enjoyed writing. It tells a story of a race of tribal humanoids from the planet Gurga: The Gurgons and their first encounter with an 'alien' civilization that takes place around the mid 22nd century. I hope you enjoy itThe Outlanders 1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The mighty orange sun that irradiated strongly in the sky was suddenly cast away, as sinister storm clouds gathered, bringing with them strong chilled winds that gusted and raged its way though the busy village. As if this act of mother Yew wasn’t strange enough, soon powerful thunder lit the darkened sky as cracks of lighting whipped its reddish scars in the blacked clouds.
The villagers were simultaneously awe-st
Mission Regain Control and DoodleDerp Write Pokeyoo continued with its glaring and generally immature expressions directed at the utterly innocent wall for several seconds. Perhaps even minutes. Whatever the case was, there was indeed several of some form of time measurement involved. Eventually it decided to leave with much prissy princess muzzle pointed up in the air though.Mission Regain Control and DoodleDerp Write1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Finally left with the Qwuedeviv declared, Foul Earth Wuff Menace once more, Spork rummaged through a most ominous looking assortment of equipment it had placed on the table with its tail. Meanwhile Mr. Wuff whose name was actually Wolfieface and beyond that, actually Lowell, but we are ignoring that fact with run on sentence, did nothing. Primarily and specifically because he could not readily get up—which is likely why he had stayed there any length of time. That or he was just dumb, both entirely possible. Anyway He watched with eyes—his eyes as a matter of fact. His very own pair of eyes of light blue color. The last fact of whic