Zeeper

I am. I zeep. I zeep energy. Infinite pulses of colours, pounding my mind. I cannot remember how long this has been so, it just is. I zeep time. Without it, my mind could never string two thoughts together. I zeep complexity. I discern patterns, but make no sense of them. I spend the next … Continue reading Zeeper

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Sonic Crab

Victor heard the sonic-crab. The short bursts of ultra-bass tones echoed across the night-bound, dead quiet city. He suspected the auton may have already detected his presence when he entered the supermall district. No matter how discreetly he travelled, these autons were sound sensitive. As well as emitting audio, these things detected it. Listening. One … Continue reading Sonic Crab

Proxathlon

Agent Nasani felt the impact on her chest. The freefall suit could withstand a beating, but the human catapult formed by Team Artemis smashed Nasani so hard her weightless body was sent back to the periphery. Thirty seconds. The crowds standing on the arena’s inner surface went into a frenzy. The Proxima supporters counted down … Continue reading Proxathlon

The Sargasso Void

To his chagrin, I volunteered straight away. Emmetrius wanted nothing else but to lay low and wait this out. Stranded fifty megaparsecs away from civilisation, I couldn’t understand his logic. I guess he didn’t trust me one bit, believing I would make some pointless attempt to escape his custody. “It’s your fault,” I told him. … Continue reading The Sargasso Void

Permian Spring

Apparently, they aren’t even reptiles. With skin covered in scutes, boasting a vertebral sail and powerful jaws, this thing looks like a fat, bear-sized lizard, but Russell Hansard seems to think the wildlife around here predates the dinosaurs by fifty million years. Out of the two thousand surviving passengers on board the Cruise Ship Eudora, … Continue reading Permian Spring

Offshore

This flash fiction piece took out the inaugural Punk Out: Wattpunk Contests and Prompt challenge. When the electrical generator housing got crushed, the power ceased, killing the lights and the offshore installation manager’s hope of sending a warning out to the other drilling platforms. “There’s a satellite phone in my quarters,” said Owen Browne, the … Continue reading Offshore

Sub-Level

Narkvosu just wanted to survive. At least long enough to complete his quest. He cared little about the tunnel war raging beneath his sub-level. He cared less about his home city. Alone, he explored the last obstacle to his journey, an ancient cavern carved out long ago. Concrete and steel now dust. Bedrock exposed. Nothing … Continue reading Sub-Level

Dead Drop Society

Mateus Fiel knew of the fierce territorialism between rival scanbob gangs in the area. He chose to ignore it, the score proving too lucrative to pass up. Venturing outside of his home exurb constituted a risk. Many did so to engage in leisure activities, many more did so for business opportunities. Mateus did it for … Continue reading Dead Drop Society

Ice Hangar

This short story won 1st prize on TheNextBigWriter → Locked Door Contest The ephemeris data seemed healthy enough. The storm, on the other hand, ripping across space from the comet’s horizon, appeared hazardous. Transiting through the comet’s coma the shuttle vibrated slightly. Carl Reagle knew the outgassing from the bright-side lacked enough violence to cause … Continue reading Ice Hangar

Sell-outs

What if I were to tell you that a vast galactic civilisation exists, much older than ours, that this space-faring society was a great consumer of things? Art, food and resources… …that we Earthlings are a newly discovered delicacy and that a vast market waits. Is this a bad eventuality for mankind or a good … Continue reading Sell-outs