Inhuman Resources: Chapter 1Cloud ComputingInhuman Resources: Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Yeah, Dobe," I replied. "Start it up."
The portable generator chugged hollowly for a moment before finally rumbling into life, a brief green flicker from the computer bank announcing its success. A curl of exhaust issued forth, and to my nose seemed to fill the whole office block with its petroleum stench. Even this, however, was nothing compared to the sensation that accompanied it; subtle, but far more potent.
The computer had not been switched on for some time, and a number of scheduled tasks had accumulated. In my mind's eye, I perceived them, though the screen lay cracked and broken on the floor: toppled, no doubt, during the evacuation all those years ago. Nevertheless, though mute, though silent, the computer spoke, and I listened. Almost imperceptible beneath the heady drone of data streaming through the air, I could feel a faint whirr from within my ribcage and a dull warmth from the cable running up through my neck. The machine had begun its work
Memories, Light the Corners of our MindsMemories, Light the Corners of our Minds1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Lucas Three sat in the coffee shop long after she left, long after the people that had watched the scene play out had moved on. He sat for hours after she'd calmly, mercilessly ended their three year relationship with a calculated precision of language that even he couldn't have delivered more succinctly.
"This has been fun, really, it's been fantastic, but you knew this was never going to last." She didn't touch her latte, which was never a good sign.
"You're never going to get old, and I'm going to age out and die. At some point you're going to leave me for someone younger, and by then I'll be too old to find anyone to love me and I'll simply die alone." Her hands flew about the space in front of her as she spoke. He often wondered if she were forced to keep her hands in her pockets, would she be able to speak at all? He smiled at that thought, and the smiling caused him pain.
"Already my friends find you 'quaint', and your friends look upon me as some kind of lesser thing. Janson Fo
Invasion fleetThe invasion fleet emerged from the oort cloud, adapted their shields to the heliosphere and merged with the debris of the scattered disc. In layman's terms, they were stealthily approaching earth.Invasion fleet3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Haro peered out of the window. The hive mind chattered in his head. It was only short range, about .35 of a parsec wide, but he spent a lot of his time tuning in. Sometimes he thought he could feel her out there, on the edge of his consciousness. The stars reflected in his glazed amber eyes. He sighed. Back to business. He focused himself on the voices close to him. There was a meeting in progress on the local channel.
It was not going well. Their objective was to attack Earth. The problem was that nobody knew why or how they were going to achieve it. General Langmuir only seemed concerned with blowing up landmarks and hovering in a menacing manner. Captain Coulomb had already attempted to infiltrate the human hive by laying thousands of eggs in the chamber of their Queen, but the humans had
Objects in SpaceThe general gazed pensively at the viewscreen. He was tall and slender, clean-shaven, his hair greying at the temples. His bearing was rigid, yet his posture betrayed some unease.Objects in Space6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"How far away is it?"
"It's just passing Pluto," said the science officer, a short, bald, bespectacled man. "At its current velocity, it will reach our position in approximately seven hours."
"And it's alien."
"Well sir," -- the science officer licked his lips -- "it doesn't fit the known trajectories of any comets or asteroids, nor does its composition match any of those. It's definitely man-made... except mankind has never made anything like that. Not to mention it's coming from the wrong direction."
"Seven hours, then. Initiate first contact proceedings."
Seven hours later, they assembled in the largest hangar on the space station: five men and two women. The general stood in the centre of the group, tall and proud, unmoving. Next to him stood the science officer, fidgeting nervously. The others were lin
Stranger in a CrosswalkIt was a daily routine, locking the bookstore at three each day to walk across the street to grab a cup of coffee. The wind was blowing hard enough to ruffle the hair on the crown of my head, and I clutched the collar of my jacket tight with both hands, looking both ways before crossing the two lane street.Stranger in a Crosswalk2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A woman stepped into the crosswalk not far ahead, her chin tucked down against a thick grey scarf, the earbuds of her iPod tucked firmly in each ear. She was oblivious to the world around her, not even bothering to check for cars as she stepped from the curb and into the crosswalk, her hands jammed into the pockets of her leather jacket.
As she neared, she glanced up and offered a shy smile before her eyes darted back to the ground at her feet. She was not classically pretty, but there was something cute, endearing even, about the small curve of her lips and the delicate point of her nose. She was a petite thing too, just over five feet tall thanks to the high-heeled boots she wore.
Finally In The ShitFinally In The Shit5 years ago in Settings More Like This
We were finally in the Shit. The first mission since training had begun. Never thought the day would come, but the Osprey's load ramp was lowering down onto the top of some building in the middle of the Pyongyang. The staff sergeant was prepping his M4A1 carbine before he looked up at the rest of us.
"Get some!" He shouted. "Move, move! Get out of this fuckin' bird! GO, GO!"
The ramp hit the deck and we ran off. The rotor-wash whipped dust and small flyers around; looking back at the Osprey I could see sparks from incoming rounds. The bird was taking a lot of fire from the building across the street from the DPRK Korean People's Army Ground Forces. Probably just NKorea Type-68 AKM-copies. The ramp went back up on the Osprey and the engines droned for power to get off the deck.
"Heavy-MG! Three o'clock!" A Corporal shouted.
Thirty light rifles and medium machine-guns opened up on the heavy machine-gun but it was too late; the Russian NSV heavy machine-gun opened up on the
FFM 08: Old WoundsWhen Tom Angelo and Hank Brewster first met, no one had ever heard of "Saint" Thomas or "Butch" Brewster. Nasmon hadn't recovered the art of Guncraft; the word Slinger didn't even exist. All of Westirn was still recovering from the plague, and the New Faith was spreading like wildfire amongst the survivors.FFM 08: Old Wounds3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Before all the drama and gunsmoke and betrayal, they were just a pair of young working hands in a little town outside of Boca. A local drover had hired them to replace the four Savages the plague had taken from him, and the two found their dynamic easily. Tom dubbed his co-worker "Butch" in light of the man's rough exterior and tendency towards drunken brawls. Butch had come up with "Saint" Thomas, citing Tom's devout spirituality and general serenity.
They were an odd couple, but they were quick brothers in the years that followed. When their employer's body was eventually consumed
The Five Hundred Worlds of UltramarFive Hundred Worlds of UltramarThe Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Macragge Konor Prandium Calth Espandor
Iax Quintarn Tarentus Masali Talassar
Parmenio Firestorm Gathis II Newfound Lorin Alpha
Mancora Ithaka Vilamus Honourum Orpheus Prime
Cyclades Epsilon Cyclades Kappa Armato Sabatin
Red Rock the InnocentBaxter stood in the atrium of Marpo One and gazed up through the greenery, through the clear observation port above and into the blackness of space.Red Rock the Innocent1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Three years he'd called this home, he with the sixty three other lost souls that had signed up for the one way trip to the red rock. They were a motley crew, all skilled in their fields; geologists, ecologists, survivalists, mediators, physicians, and each with nothing to lose by leaving Earth and everything behind them and living out their days as pioneers.
There had already been two births on Marpo, which wasn't supposed to happen this early, but confine men and women together and it's a practical inevitability.
Baxter would be happy if he'd just had a partner for some recreational non-procreational activity, but nobody wanted anything to do with him.
Something about him had changed, maybe the long sleep to get here, or the time spent in a self perpetuating cycle of loneliness. The more marginalized he felt, the more people left him alon
Little Pervert [Kisuke Urahara Drabble]Little Pervert [Kisuke Urahara Drabble]2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It wasn’t Kisuke’s fault that [Name] liked to wear baggy shirts that fell from her chest whenever she bent over to do something. It wasn’t his fault that his eyes were drawn to her [color] flesh every single time he was able to catch a glimpse of it. It was definitely not his fault at all.
Kisuke was currently watching [Name] help Tessai move a few boxes around in the shop, her [color] hair hanging down over her shoulders as she moved and her oh so lovely breasts showing through the opening in her shirt as she did so. Every time [Name] looked over at him, he would look off to the side, keeping his face hidden behind his fan. So what if he was enjoying the view? Kisuke believed that [Name] wore those baggy clothes just to tease him.
It had to be; why else would a woman wear clothes like that around men, right? At least, that was what Kisuke was using to justify his staring. After [Name] moved a particularly heavy box that had her bending over for quite some time, she s
CS8- MotivationHalis groaned as he sat up and reached around his surroundings as his mind began to shrug off the foggy hold of a lingering painful unconsciousness. The walls around him seemed to give way to his pushing and were relatively smooth and slick as opposed to the hard ground or maybe wood of a tree he had expected to find himself in. It was a small space too as far as he could tell, as the walls were easily within reach of him to either side. The long blonde haired elf opened his eyes but found his sense of sight to fail him as much as his sense of touch, wherever he had found himself was shrouded entirely in humid darkness. A pool of liquid could be felt lapping near his feet. Halis set about to search through the pack he wore for a light and abruptly stopped as realization hit him.CS8- Motivation4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The dridder. His now suddenly awake mind began running through his memory of the moments just before in a rush. She had caught his brother and then had caught him almost immediately afterwards when he fled. His
Head GamesThree years ago, Nate donated his memory to science.Head Games4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I say donated, but he actually sold it for $100,000. As his best friend, I advised him to consider the ramifications, of course. But the man has been hardheaded since we were teenagers. In fact, the only way to ensure he'll do something is to tell him not to.
A couple of months before that, Nate ran into some trouble. In the interest of honesty, I admit that I played a role in it.
Layla is everything a guy could possibly want in a girlfriend. She's not tall, but she's just the right height; I can tuck her right into the crook of my arm. She's fit but curvy in the right places. Most importantly, the girl's a genius, and her wit's sharper than her math pencil.
I fell in love with her instantly, but Nate got to her first. I never understood that: Nate, with his country-bred simplicity, doughy face, and absolute dread of anything with the slightest whiff of classroom chose a walking textbook. Worse, Layla chose him back.
It pained me to
MetapocalypseJust fifty-five words? No problem, decided the Writer. He'd have to write a story about a writer writing a story fifty-five words long.Metapocalypse4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But the topic of the story the writer in the story was writing about was also writing a story. The fabric simply wasn't strong enough. All associated universes were doomed to collapse.
Like a wallflower...Like a wallfower I blend into the background.Like a wallflower...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No one takes notice of me but I notice them.
The innocent murmurs and whispers of their conversations can be heard by me.
Their actions of what they have done can be retold by me in a solid,truthful memoir.
The gossip that is told to many curious ears is nothing without the pure juice of exactitude that I have.
Yet, no one is suspecting of me.
Like a wallfower I blend into the background.
People see me but don't truly acknowledge my existence.
The enlightenment I have of others I do not wish to keep to myself.
But since no one is to question me, than the knowledge that I hold is exulusive to myself.
Like a wallflower I blend into the background.
I have no pity or shame for what I am.
For I know that even though I am a wallflower that blends into the background, I am far more erudite than anyone I know.
And that, in its own way, does not make me a wallflower.
Shrinkville X:Enter the Belselion Invasion 1-2Shrinkville X:Enter the Belselion Invasion 1-23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Episode X: Enter the Belselion Invasion!
Synopsis: Taking place later in the Shrinkville series, our heroes are now reduced to the size of mice. What happens when they face a menacing foe that threatens the shrunken victims' very lives?
The succession of the widespread gender-specific mass reducing ray has become a total success. Vice President Mia and her henchmen shockwaved the entire world reducing all male population within the radius that the school and far beyond.
"Mission complete" Mia snickers to herself where she focuses her attention across the school campus. Her eyes watching with amusement at the school monitors others she took the liberty to set up herself.
"They're so small; they won't survive too long out there." Kouhai Haru notices with a hand over her mouth with concern over it.
"Nonsense! We'll take care of it! I managed to upgrade the city size and I believe now that we can fit the entire population inside and they can live there for the rest of t
The one that got away - part 1The one that got away - part 1The one that got away - part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was a pleasantly warm evening at the foot of the Ascarlin Mountains, the sun was slowly starting its descent, turning the sky slightly red. This world, known as Felarya, was full of such natural beauty, but there were also many deadly predators, like the Dridder family living in the forest a bit further south from the mountains. They lived in a huge, thick leafed tree, with branches big enough for the two parents and their seven children to live in it. In the past, the couple used to change their place to rest regularly, almost every night. They spent many nights in trees, because they couldn´t find any abandoned dens or other things to rest in. After they became used to live like that and because a tree is by far less suspicious, they chose this tree to live in, when they found out, that the wife was pregnant. Right now, the children were tired from the games they had been playing all day up in the tree. Their parents rarely allowed them to leave
Can You Hear MeCan you hear them?Can You Hear Me5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They lurk, in the deepest corners of my mind. Their laughter drifts on the winds of thought, and I hear them. Those mirthless barks, edging me closer to the fringes of insanity... How much longer can I last? How many more nights can I lay awake, listening to them argue in my head, trapped, beating against my skull, slashing, burning, breaking, hating tearing screaming crying biting-
You must. The noise is too loud to ignore. Even from within their bone-prison, you must hear them. From every corner of the earth, you must.
When I walk past you, do you fight the urge to turn and stare, to look for the voices? I know you do. I can see it in your eyes, the way they slide past me almost automatically. But it's obvious you're trying too hard.
It's not just you, either. Its everyone. The crowd slices and splits around me, hardly daring to enter that perfect circle of protection around me, for fear of catching them. For fear the voices will get them too.
Rin's Adventures: Chapter 21Rins Adventures: Chapter 21Rin's Adventures: Chapter 216 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Rin watched Frost Pak slowly become visible as she left the swamp. Clouds hid the peak and strong winds blew down, carrying a flurry of snow. Looks like bad weather, she said to Kiki, who was riding on her shoulder.
Yea, good thing Ive got a nice, warm place to stay, the fairy smiled as she dove inside Rins cadet uniform.
Hey get out of there; that tickles! Rin laughed as Kiki moved around under her cloths.
No, its nice in here, came the slightly muffled voice of Kiki. Besides, its a better hiding place that your hair, and itd probably itch if I tried your ear.
I guess youre right, Rin replied. Once she reached the foot of the mountain reached into the pack shed carried back from the swamp and pulled out a signal light. Flipping the switch at the base of the shaft a brilliant blue light began shining from the end.
Whats that for
Damn KidsGraham Banyon was enjoying a television retrospective, "2012: The Mayans Were Right and Other Crackpot Beliefs", when a tremendous explosion rocked the house. "Damn kids," he muttered. With a weary sigh he rose from his chair and walked to the back door. He looked up at the moon hanging low in the sky. The last orange rays of the sun waned lazily in the west.Damn Kids2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"What the hell are you kids doing out there," he half heartedly bellowed at a scarred and slightly smoking tool shed. The shed had a slightly guilty look he thought.
"Just a little experiment in cold fusion, Pop," said the shed amidst a flurry of childish giggles.
"Cold fusion does not go "BOOM". What are you kids up to?" Graham noticed that several shrubs and a small tree were also smouldering slightly. The tree did not appear to be happy about it's current state of thermal affairs.
"Nothing, Pop," the shed replied, as it shuddered from what appeared to be a smaller secondary explosion, "Um... would you get us some more uranium?
Timeline of the PolarisverseTIMELINE OF THE POLARISVERSETimeline of the Polarisverse5 years ago in Drama More Like This
Points to be considered
"Starship Polaris" takes place in the mainstream Star Trek universe. It features one main line and one "pocket universe", the latter incorporating the ENT era. I say "pocket universe" because I see ENT that way, being created by Picard's time jump in "First Contact". As "canon" for the past, I accept Masao Okazaki's timeline and starship designs.
In the following timeline, I reckon with the "sliding timeline" used by Trek, that is, modifying dates and events to fit real-world historical occurrenses. Star Trek is fiction, thus creating a fictional historical background different from ours is completely acceptable by me. I try not to contradict elements from the Trek history by creating the "past" of the Polaris-Trekverse. I might make deliberate errors to correct some canonical, though ambigous elements. Also, I attempt to create a history that can explain events such as World War III and the Eugenics Wars, as well as the rapid space
Best friends ... foreverTo sit on the shoulder of somebody that was a imagination she never thought that it would become real one day but this day was there. She was looking beside into the face of Jade but the giantess was looking straight forward and her eyes were emotionless than ever.Best friends ... forever6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Since a half week she was now traveling with Jade and the most time both were sitting there in silence and following the own thoughts. Lira was a little disappointed; she really hoped that Jade would start to talk a little with her new small companion but she preferred to be on her own, she never gave Lira a real chance to start a chat and while they were walking she had to be careful that nothing would cross their way that could become dangerous.
Her search for gems Lira forgot all the time, she never looked down to her small computer, there were more important things to think about, like the question why Jade wasn't so cold to her and what she was looking for in such a world like Ferendar. The whole planet was a big
Herobrine's explorationHerobrine stepped out into the light of the world he had been lost from for eons, he felt a mix of emotions stir in his stone cold, coal black heart.Herobrine's exploration4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Joy, loss, fear, and ...pain?
It was at that point Herobrine realized the sun was causing him uncontrollable pain.
Like the monstrous creatures of the above, he realized with a start, he couldn't bare the sun.
Panicked and in ungodly pain Herobrine ran. He ran until the pain stopped.
He looked around and saw that he was in a cave just outside of the sunlight.
Enraged at this atrocity, that something the OTHERS had done to his world in his absence had made the sun toxic he began digging furiously, taking his anger out on the rocks.
Finally when his rage had subsided he looked around at what he had done.
His cave now dug down all the way into another cavern.
Herobrine examined his surroundings when he heard the clinking of bones on stone flooring. He turned around to see a skeleton approaching him bow raised.
It fired a bolt at Herobrine. H
The worlds most strangest travel Ch1Chapter 1The worlds most strangest travel Ch13 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The school day had been long and hard. I had gotten a lot of homework's. I went through the door and my sister yelled
- Hello John! How was your day?
My sister is 10 years old and I`m 17 years old. Our dad works in France and got home every weekend. Our mom worked in Astra Zeneca. It was Friday in Sweden.
-What are we going to do? Mom doesn't come home until 11 pm. Beata said.
- We can look at a movie. Which one do you want to look at? I asked. Because when our parents were gone and come home late we did always look at a movie.
- I want to see Gulliver`s Travels with Jack Black. Beata said with a big smile. Gulliver`s travels was her favorite story. I understood her. I liked that story too very much. We decided that we were going to watch first Gulliver`s Travels with Jack Black and then Alice in Wonderland with Johnny Depp and then to finish the evening with Dinosaurs and maybe Tangled after that. But just maybe.
We took forth the popcorn and started to pop them.