#sciencefiction-story

[they-loved-in-2075]

Science fiction. The master who knew all (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1400247234-science-fiction-the-master-who-knew-all?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Javid117&wp_originator=MPRtxINMqSL67dZHAGUs1QtMOmq4HkMxvr5Ps4Q%2FNtFCMVydYJRHo0GtNPY7rFGAa2UA863eKUD6rXYgm8fXqI5WMc%2FOsisb%2BLIbikU%2Fc5Nzl%2BEDyyfRwDKJpZepfQFW This short scifi story is about a boy who gets assigned to a master who is supposed to teach him the way universe works. But it turns out that his master can actually make the reality disappear. To know how the young pupil interprets these incidents associated with the disappearances of reality, please read this science fiction story.

[notpulpcovers]

[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

Damon Knight (editor) - Worlds To Come - Coronet - 1972

[icarus-raymondepines]

~*~*~ Christopher Menke is my TF2 BLU Engineer OCs, and be's become kind of a self insert of sorts by now. Here is my TF2 Chris and ICARUS Chris talking about me. I wanted to make this as sort of a reminder for myself, draw these two versions together, and possibly let other artists know that it is ok if you don't draw your OCs all the time. It is okay that you don't have time, motivation etc to make content about them. They won't disappear. If your OCs are as important to you as they are for me, don't beat yourself up about not being able to make content about them as often as you'd want to. Sometimes life is like that. Let's be more forgiving to ourselves. ~*~*~

12 years ago (2012) I started writing and drawing about my TF2 OCs, and many years I wanted to do something big with them. I envied the people who had a big fan base on their TF2 content, comics and stuff, and I wanted that too. I never had it, but I've had small fan bases on other fan content. And I've always wanted to write an original story, but I never had a good enough idea for it.

After deciding I didn't want to, or need to, share my original stories/writings about my TF2 OCs, I figured I could do something else with them, something that's not TF2. And here we are. ICARUS is on the works, and all the OCs I use in it are my TF2 OCs.

*~*~*

If you are interested in my fanfictions, I can be found from AO3.

I also have a TF2 short story collection right here - I have gotten inspirations and ideas for ICARUS from my short stories as well!

[offbeatworlds]

Prince Jorzyn of House Sartoza, original character from my scifi / space opera story Nebula Prime!

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[eampro-blog]

Writing Prompt #59 Life in a Jar

[You live in a super structure skyscraper. A large number of humanity lives in this man made mega tower unable to leave due to the Earth being full of toxins. Each floor contains a mega city with its own name which runs under its own government.]

Write a short story based on the writing prompt. Challenge your writing abilities and see where your imagination takes you.

[ultramagicalternate]

ULTRAMagic Chaos Chapter 17

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It was a glorious sight to see the Arbiters of Droom stand united. Even though a literal rogue god was manifesting before them, a good amount of the citizenry had made their way to the walls to watch the confrontation. Osbeorn got out his mace, Beorhtric readied his bardiche, Waltheof held his greatshields firmly, and Cyneberht prepared his deck of cards. Wynstan stood there, nervously shaking as he gripped his rifle. It was intimidating standing in the presence of his fellow arbiters like that.

“So… who are we up against again?” Wynstan asked as the rogue god took shape.

“It appears to be The Shadow God” Beorhtric stated.

“Well I’d dare say this confirms what our spies have told us” Osbeorn pointed out.

“...that Dunja invoked this one to create the Shadow Ord.”

Wynstan quickly realized something. “Wait, a spy? Aren’t we all 6D and above? Since when do we need spies?” The Shadow God promptly laughed at him.

Osbeorn gave a frustrated chuckle. “Well, kid, there’s one of your answers.”

“It’s a truly terrifying idea that these entities can interfere with us like that” Cyneberht said with a hint of dread in his voice.

Looking at the god again, Wynstan noticed a distinct lack of action from it. “Why isn’t he attacking?”

“Good question, son,” Wulfric said, getting his sword ready. “Alright, buddy. We can do this the easy way or the hard way.”

The Shadow God had finished forming, resembling a fiery, black and red shadow brought to life. “Ooh! How about the ‘middle of the road’ way!? HAHA!”

Wulfric looked confused, then turned to Eadlhelm. “Is it always like this?”

“The Thundering God came close. Shadow God, pardon my asking, but what did you mean by that?”

He laughed. “Do you have potatoes in your ears!? It goes like this!” The Shadow God summoned a great fireball over Droomopolis… only for it to fizzle out. “Now you try to attack me!”

Osbeorn and Beorhtric took a breath to steady their nerves and charged forward. They swung their weapons only to miss and fall to the ground. The Shadow God danced around laughing, as if it were all a game.

“Okay, maybe not like The Thundering God as he actually tried to attack us…” Ealdhelm observed.

“HAHA, see?” The Shadow God continued to dance around. “Middle of the road!”

Wulfric growled. “A wise guy, aye?” He ran forward, ready to swing his sword. “TAKE THIS!”

The Arbiters watched as Wulfric tried to slash at The Shadow God over and over again. Wulfric was one of the best swordsmen in the Realm of Chaos, but the god dodged every attack. No one wanted to admit it, but the scene was actually quite comical.

The Shadow God was full of taunts. “Too slow, just missed it!... Where did you learn to swing?... Sun Tzu says you missed!... Close, but no cigar!”

Back at the wall, Raisa was growing concerned. “Should we go help Uncle Wulfric?”

Delphine was deep in thought over it. “I know how you feel, dear…”

“Oi, that god’s slippier than a freshly molted snake” Hannibal remarked. “Could we even help in the first place?”

Sigmund stroked his beard, contemplating the issue. “A good question, Hannibal. Right now I say protecting the city should be our priority. We don’t know what this god has up his sleeves.”

“Stupid, braindead cult…” Tusk moaned. “It’ll take weeks to grow my bark back! And right before my wedding too…”

Razor tried to pat him on the back. “Don’t worry, Tusk. Doesn’t Donia have…” he was cut off by a low, threatening growl. “Ok, sorry, sorry…”

Quasar was picking up on something in relation to the bout. “I don’t think that god wants to fight, guys…”

Leonard nodded. “Duly noted, kiddo. I was ready for a fight to the death, but this feels like we’re dealing with a child.”

Ultimatum pondered it further until he had an idea. “I’m going to go see if I can help.” He then teleported to the arbiters. “Ealdhelm, any developments?”

“Not really…” he replied as Wulfric ran back and forth, chasing after The Shadow God.

“Get back here!” Wulfric ordered, running out of steam. “I’ll run you through!”

“Do you have something in mind, Ultimatum?” Cyneberht inquired.

“Maybe…”

“Whatever it is, it’s worth a shot,” said Beorhtric. “Especially given the stalemate we’re in.”

Wulfric finally stopped to catch his breath. “Okay, I’m done. You guys deal with it…” He then teleported to the wall.

“Aw come on!” The Shadow God complained. “I just got warmed up!”

Ultimatum stepped forward. “Shadow God? Are you aware of who you’re working for?”

“Eh, kind of? That crazy dame of a queen, Dunja, called on me to make some orb doohickey, two actually… but that last one was requested by someone else.”

Osbeorn leaned over to Beorhtric. “That’s not good. Make a note of that” he whispered.

“Noted…”

“Are you affiliated with The Crimson God, Shadow God?” Ultimatum asked.

“That creep!? Absolutely not! He cramps my style and is an utter bore to hang around with.”

“Well that’s a start. Shadow God, let me break it down for you: Milosh? He’s a bad man. Dunja? She was lost and confused. The Running God? He’s nothing but a swindling con man. I think you should hang with us and have a cold one instead.”

The Shadow God tilted his head, then danced around a little. “Can it be root beer?”

Ultimatum snapped his fingers and created a huge mug of the soft drink. “This suit your fancy?”

“Ooh, nice…” The Shadow God took a quick swig. “You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Biest. Deal!”

“Biest?” Wynstan questioned.

Ultimatum chuckled. “It’s part of my original name.”

The ground then shook, with a pair of mangled, stone pillars rising from the ground. Out of the twisting portal stepped The Madman, looking quite happy. He was followed by The Automaton, who looked cautiously optimistic. The Arbiters bowed in respect as they approached.

“At ease, gentlemen,” The Madman said as he stopped before Ultimatum and The Shadow God.

“Hello, Madman,” Ultimatum welcomed. “Here over him I presume?”

“Most certainly, my boy. I just so happened to be in the neighborhood when…”

“Hold on a second!” Wynstan interrupted. “You were on your way here? What took so long!? Don’t mind us, just dealing with a threat to the Cosmos!”

The Automaton cleared his throat. “Actually, Wynstan, we were dealing with The Vermillion King’s old army. It got pretty messy for The Madman, Terrus, and I, requiring us to call in Ignatius for help.”

“So that’s why my brother had to step away like that…” Ultimatum muttered to himself.

“Oh, my apologies…” Wynstan admitted.

The Madman laughed. “Don’t worry, kid. Your first rodeo is always a wild one.” He then turned his attention back to the matter at hand. “Now, Shadow God, you’ve been quite the troublemaker recently. Normally we’d do something like sealing you away, but God is forgiving and I am in a very good mood right now. How about you come with us and set things right, yes?”

The Shadow God nervously sipped his Root Beer… only to run out. “Angel boy, can I have a refill?” Ultimatum snapped his fingers again. “Thanks. Um, what’s in it for me, stone man?”

“Returning to the light, helping people out, and maybe even becoming a true god like you were originally supposed to be” The Madman proposed.

“Hum… can we also go to the Reverse Dream Falls in Somnium?”

The Madman laughed again. “We’ll tour the entire Dream Realm, if you wish.”

After some thought about it and one more sip, The Shadow God nodded. “You know what? Fine with me. Let’s go!” This received a round of applause from the arbiters.

The Automaton relaxed and smiled. “Very good, very good. Take notes, Wynstan, that not all rogue gods need to be beaten into submission.”

He nodded. “Right…” Wynstan was a bit frazzled to say the least.

“Let’s roll, gentlemen!” The Madman said as the three stepped towards the portal. “Arrivederci, everyone! Have a good one.”

“He has to be mad to be that cheerful all the time…” Ealdhelm remarked.

Waltheof chuckled. “Well at least he got The Shadow God out of hair and away from that bumbling cult. Now I could go for at least a month’s vacation. What about all of you?”

“Absolutely, dear friend,” Ealdhelm replied as they all began to walk back to the city. “Ultimatum, that was a stellar job you did. If you ever want to join the Arbiters of Droom, please let us know. You got the kind of ingenuity we’re looking for.”

“Thanks, Ealdhelm. I’ll keep that in mind.”

The Arbiters were met with thunderous applause and cheers as they returned to the city. Annoyingly there were still some ruckus inside as some of Milosh’s cultists had managed to sneak in. There were five in total, accompanied by two, 10 foot tall shadow constructs that were distinctly bulkier than the normal ones. Tusk, Randalph, Mayhem, Razor, and Mizuki ran off to deal with it only to encounter Sir Gebhard confronting them.

“I may have failed my men, but I shall not fail this city! HURRAH!” The Knight charged forward, his blade glowing with brilliant sunlight. He cleaved one of the constructs right in half, leaving the cultists shocked.

The other construct began to retaliate, but was struck down by a beam of roaring, crystalized magic. It was the mage Tusk and the others had last seen at the Northwind Archive. He was looking quite proud of himself and seemed like he had new meaning in his life.

“Master Audawakrs, HOW COULD YOU!?” One of the cultists barked.

“YOU TRAITOR!” another yelled. “GRATIANA WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD FOR THIS!”

Audawakrs scoffed. “Be gone.” He snapped his fingers, causing the five to vanish. “That waste Milosh never actually saw me for who I was…”

“Well done, friend,” Gebhard held out his hand and Audawakrs shook it.

Tusk laughed as he and his friends approached. “Well you two just saved us a lot of trouble.”

“Mr. Willfort!” Gebhard walked over and gave an apologetic bow. “I am so sorry for how dismissive I was when you first arrived. I heard about your accomplishments and they make my attempt look like a joke. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?”

Tusk smiled. “Water under the bridge” he said as they shook hands.

“Hey, Gebhard, what happened to your men?” Razor Inquired.

He sighed. “The ones that survived left me, pretty much dissolving the Vestergaard Knights. And honestly? They made the right choice. I’m not fit to be a leader…”

“The path to the brightest mountain top starts in the lowest valley,” Mizuki stated. “Perhaps it’s time for you to start over.”

Gebhard nodded. “Agreed, Miss. Humility is a foolproof whetstone, my father always told me. Truthfully I should’ve listened to him more.”

Randalph and Mayhem went over to inspect the remains of the first construct. “This isn’t good…” Randalph concluded.

“Just what are these?” Mayhem wondered. “I’ve never seen constructs like these ones before.”

“They’re Shadow Golems,” Audawakrs explained. “The outsiders Karnage and Anne brought in have been experimenting with new types of constructs, separate from the ones Dunja created.”

Tusk groaned as he lightly kicked the head of the dead golem. “That implies there’s another Shadow Orb running around…”

“Do you know anything else, Audawakrs?” Gebhard inquired.

He shook his head. “Sadly no. The info I have was overheard by chance. I don’t even think Dunja and the Blades fully know about what Anne is up to.”

Randalph finished collecting some samples and stood up. “Not good at all, Tusk. We’re going to have to tell Englehart about this as soon as possible.”

“Agreed… but first let’s go see what’s up at City Hall and then go relax.” He twitched a little. “Jeez, I can feel Gratiana’s lightning bolt…” The others chuckled sympathetically.

“Tusk, I’ve heard about The ULTRAMagic Guild and it sounds very fascinating” Audawakrs stated as they all started to walk. “Are there any openings at the moment?”

“Like I say with the others: If you have the patience to achieve ULTRAMagic, absolutely.”

“Then count me in too,” Gebhard added enthusiastically. “It’s about high time I made my family truly proud.” 

Next: Chapter 18

ULTRAMagic Alternate © 2022 William Ford II (ChaoticTempleKnight)

[chaotictempleknight]

3 LORE ENTRIES!?!

Hold on to your horses, because I got three new lore entries for ULTRAMagic Alternate incoming.

Two of these are remade combinations of 4 obscure characters and 1 is a new character set to appear in ULTRAMagic Interval (book 6)

They are:

Lore Entry 21 - Abezithibod and Heinrik

Lore Entry 22 - Elaine and Leonardo

Lore Entry 23 - Jackson Woodall

Don't worry when you see these, and you can check them out without spoiling any current ULTRAMagic Alternate books. I highly advise checking out Lore Entry 19 for 21 and 22 though.

[dwcmarshalarts]

“All I wanted were answers.”

Original art and story by DWC Marshal Arts.

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[they-loved-in-2075]

Science fiction. The sky less world (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1399273475-science-fiction-the-sky-less-world?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Javid117&wp_originator=jznwlLw8e3UbRZx8vSpWm6eOfwgv1xy3uTVbNygoHOdEr7LzQRB3h3X6lSJP6PChlUG6XNVDGERE83E3CwYxfoLCuSZpkftj5rsOiT7QTWeXhVNL9%2F9ctjQFmASXwpTo This short scifi story is about a civilisation where a person named : Siopi the Silent, steals time from other people and trades it with the elite members of this civilisation. However, one day he happened to cross someone in the market and he began draining his moments of time, after sometime, this person realised something was wrong; and he wanted to prevent his moments of time from draining into the infinite river of time controlled by Siopi the Silent. To know whether he was able to claim his memories and his time from Siopi the Silent, read this short and highly interesting scifi story.

[authorbettyadams]

Kickstarter https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/humansareweird/flying-sparks-volume-1-science-fantasy-novel

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“Flying Sparks”

Science Fantasy Novel

100K Words

Drake is sworn to keep a secret he doesn’t understand, but whatever pulled him out of the flood, isn’t quite done with him yet, because even if you leave nothing but footprints, the things that walk the forest can still follow you home.

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#FoundFamily #ScienceFiction #SciFi #Aliens #NationalParks #novel

[sci-fijimmer]

[jrtstories]

jrtstories

Short story: The Harrowing Truth.

A small group investigates a dangerous presence hunting them and others in a mysterious town.

Serials: Sylon: Realm of the Enchanted

A teen boy is summoned to another world to fight a great evil.

Rebel Kinetic

A group of motorcycle riders meet a young psychic woman because of a prophecy. They have to navigate a hidden world.

Romance Killer

When an assassin can't find work in her regular career, she finds jobs in her second as a relationship coach.

Tower, Hero, Life

A writer is summoned to a Tower along with millions of others. They will have to survive using a system.

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[numenskog]

"I didn't think the end would be like this, when I signed the contract. Exploration, reaching beyond the stars, a childhood dream.

And then reality slammed. Me. All of us.

Even when we can't walk any more, the suit does it for us. It makes us the perfect scouts, the perfect soldiers. How can you kill what's already dead." _____________________ I never thought I'd end up having a series of drawings of space/scifi suits and skulls, but here I am.