#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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[ultramagicalternate]

ULTRAMagic Interval Chapter 19

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It was certainly a delight to hear Will talking so enthusiastically about the lecture and his chat with Infinity from the day prior. Umuka was a little concerned given that Will was starting to sound a bit overconfident, but at the moment all that mattered was him being happy and safe. And given that Milan and Aelia were present, what better way to spend the day than going on a patrol? Faustus chided Umuka on the way out for being a workaholic, but Mayhem wished him luck regardless.

Umuka went from shadow to shadow of the bustling city. It was the usual fare of people walking down the sidewalk for one reason or another while cars passed by on the streets. Usually he liked to listen in on any conversation to get an idea of what could have been going on, but a screaming match had erupted between a cab driver and a rather arrogant, rich-looking woman. Given that people were starting to gang up on the cab driver, Umuka went and tapped an officer on the shoulder before heading off. He never understood why most humans were so quick to anger, especially over such mundane things. Will getting mad was understandable, but other people? That required a bit of pondering.

Having noticed Yale zipping around the city, Umuka tried his best to follow him. It was difficult given that the dire fairy was so small and quick. Annoyingly something distracted the ghost, causing him to lose track of Yale. There was ruckus coming from a nearby restaurant. Peering into what appeared to be a family owned establishment with an Italian aesthetic, Umuka could see a somewhat burly man chasing something around with a broom. It was certainly a hysterical scene, with some customers cheering the man on.

Umuka phased through the window and got a good look, finding out that it was a rogue squirrel who was causing all of the issues. It was frantically running across the tables in his direction, so he got ready and grabbed the squirrel once it was close enough. There was no concern of getting bit given the nature of his being. He then opened the doors and let the scared critter out, with it racing off towards a park. Umuka smiled and turned around to make sure everything was alright only to see everyone staring at him. He was confused until he had realized that he had gone visible to catch the squirrel.

The man walked over and patted him on the shoulder. “You’re certainly a strange fellow, but you just saved us a load of trouble,” he said as he indicated for a male employee to bring something over.

Umuka gave a nervous chuckle. “Oh well, I just figured I’d lend a hand given that I’d hate to see the squirrel and the restaurant harmed…”

“You have my thanks. Here, on the house” the man said as he handed him a cannoli.

“You’re very welcome. Have a good day” Umuka said as he made his way to the exit.

“You too, stranger.” Naturally everyone was weirded out when they saw the odd person disappear outside with the cannoli vanishing into nothingness.

The Male employee took a second to process that. “Boss, was that a ghost?”

He put his hands on his hips and shook his head. “If it ain’t one weird thing it’s another with this city as of late, ha!”

Umuka hated accidentally revealing himself, and it had happened before, but helping people out was worth it. Still feeling a little peckish, he took a freshly prepared hot dog from a roadside food stand. The cart owner was a bit startled, but did not complain when a dollar and 25 cents appeared out of nowhere. Umuka was halfway through his tasty, ketchup-mustard-relish hot dog when he sensed someone he did not want to: Valentin.

It was only a matter of time before Valentin was back at it again following the failure at the construction site. Umuka quickly noticed something odd as he approached the area, however. There was a young boy heading in the direction of where he was going. From what he could see, the boy had hair and eyes that was a light shade of turquoise. While rare hair and eye colors were not unheard of, something about this child provoked the ghost’s curiosity.

Shoveling the last of his food into his mouth, Umuka hurried down the dingy alleyway. The boy was now peering out from behind a large, dirty dumpster while Valentin could be seen pouring strange liquids onto an even stranger pentagram. Doing his best to conceal his presence, Umuka crept forward. He could only begin to imagine what his enemy was up to, especially given the pungent odors coming from the materials in use.

On the brick wall was what looked like a window peering into another dimension, revealing a realm of twisted, contorted, screaming faces that could not vocalize. Looking through the portal was a truly terrifying entity in bright, yellow robes. Its head was a hollow skull with crown-like horns and haunting, blue eyes shone out from the voids within the orifices. All of the terror and fear Will had ever felt felt like it was trying to escape Umuka right then and there.

“Thoust better hurry, dearest father,” the entity stated in a raspy, yet gentlemanly voice. “We don’t have all day…”

The entity then shifted to resemble something along the lines of a ghostly assassin with green eyes. “Stop calling him father! He is our creator. Nothing more, nothing less… imbecilic suck up…”

What could be described as a bestial berserker from an alien planet with red eyes then appeared. “Father? Creator? Who cares!? Just tell me when we get to MAIM AND KILL!”

“There will be time for violence, Xanthous King,” Valentin assured as he put the finishing touches on the ritual. “That degenerate German won’t know what hit him…”

Umuka was beyond scared and had no idea what to do. Did he go tell Zoltan and Milan? Or did he try to stop the ritual? The pressure was mounting until the tension had broken when Valentin cried out in pain. A stone had struck the side of his head. Umuka was startled and looked over to the boy to see that he had fired it from a slingshot. Valentin was livid as his injury stung given that the rock was quite sharp.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?” he yelled, quickly noticing the boy.

“A little boy?” The blue-eyed form questioned. “How queer indeed…”

“Where did he come from!?” The green-eyed form demanded to know. “Valentin, you daft pillock!”

The red-eyed form laughed. “Are you kidding me!?! Let me at him, I’ll squish him like a bug!”

Valentin already had one of his cards ready to go, looking like he was going to kill the boy. “I don’t know who you are, but you are going to regret messing with me, you little brat!!”

Umuka was about to leap into action when the most terrifying thing imaginable happened. The boy opened up his body and revealed something Umuka could never possibly describe, even with his wildest dreams and imagination. Whatever it was had The Xanthous King laughing in a bout of panicked hysteria. Valentin screamed at the top of his lungs, like he had seen the scariest specter imaginable and ran for his life. The Xanthous king also fled, causing the window to completely vanish.

After composing himself, the boy got to work ruining the ritual by scuffing up the chalk lines and dumping the vials of liquid here and there, most certainly in ways Valentin had never intended. “I… I think I need to go and relax. I’ll be at Bellanger Park if you need me.”

Umuka had to do a double take on that one as the boy left. Was he aware of him the entire time? Either way he needed to get back to M.A.I.G. to tell everyone about what had just happened. Trumna and Antares were relieved to know that Will was not involved this time, but this also meant the situation was fairly serious. Fortunately GRENADIER soldiers were arriving at the base and were ready to go. 

The tricky part was convincing everyone to let Umuka take Sam and Will to the park. Trumna was confused, with Umuka stressing that he needed the two to go see the boy. He had the strangest feeling it was the right thing to do. While Trumna was hesitant, Bellanger Park was a fairly public place and out in the open. Plus the boy was most likely going to need protection from Valentin, so a retrieval made sense. He approved it, but as long as Jackson and two GRENADIER operatives went with them. With the permission secured, Umuka went straight to Sam and Will to inform them. The two were surprised and confused to say the least.

“I mean, that’s strange and all, but how does it concern us?” Will asked. “Can’t the soldiers handle it?”

Sam was not pleased with this response and love tapped him upside the head. “Boyo!” she scolded. “There is a kid out there in need of our help!”

“Sorry, sorry, good point. Lead the way, Umuka…”

Jackson was amazed by what he was told on the way to the park. A kid with that much grit was unheard of. Upon arriving at Bellanger Park, Umuka asked Jackson and the two soldiers to wait at the entrance. Jackson wanted to go with Will, but noticed some of the park officials were getting worried, so he figured it was best to quell their concerns. With that out of the way, Umuka went invisible and led Will and Sam to a series of benches overlooking a peaceful pond.

Will noticed the turquoise-haired boy at the third bench. He looked about 10 years old and was wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and a pair of colorful sneakers a kid his age would typically wear. The smell of a freshly baked bread wafted towards Will as he could see the boy finishing a large, soft pretzel. Truthfully it made him a little hungry.

“Hey there, kid!”

The boy was a little surprised. “Oh, hello, mister…”

Sam flicked Will in the head. “Boyo, that is an incredibly awkward way to greet a child,” she cautioned.

“Ow, sorry…”

“Don’t worry too much about it, Boyo. Just work on your social graces. You don’t want to look like a weirdo, do you?” Sam then shifted her attention to the boy. “Hi there, I’m Sam and this is my boyfriend, Will. What’s your name?”

“I’m Orion,” the boy answered. “Hey, would you two happen to be Samantha Devilfay and William Ford?”

“You’ve heard of us?” Will questioned.

Orion nodded. “I’ve been looking for you two…” A weird feeling then overcame the couple. “I’m looking for parents to adopt me. Would you two be my mom and dad?”

“Of course we can, sweetie…” Sam replied, a little out of it.

Umuka was beyond confused as he watched Sam and Will continue on like they were half asleep, but went along with it to see where things went. Orion did not seem malicious after all and he had helped them out a great deal. Jackson was also confused over Orion’s request. He looked at Umuka, who nodded in confirmation. The soldiers raised their concerns, but Jackson was a little tired of the twists and turns at that point. If things went south, they would just call for reinforcements.

The interview at Shining Mountain Orphanage was not going in Orion’s favor. Sam and Will were not married, did not have a stable income, and Will had a massive target on his back. Orion could see the disapproval in the interviewer’s face. He knew the staff and the strange ghost would not approve, but Orion snapped his fingers. Just like that, the interviewer approved the adoption.

Jackson and Umuka felt their brains melt as they all left the orphanage, with the other orphans and staff congratulating Orion on getting adopted and saying their goodbyes. Jackson could tell that Orion was well liked, so why was he so eager to get adopted, aside from the obvious? Eventually he just threw his hands up and figured Trumna and his father could deal with it. His job was to protect Will, not be a nanny for random kids off the street. The trip back to M.A.I.G. headquarters went without incident, but Trumna definitely had some things to say when Sam and Will got to his office.

“... So let me get this straight,” Trumna said as he stood up and placed his hands on his desk. “This kid just walked up, foiled Valentin’s plans, and just so happens to be an orphan that you two adopted?!”

“We adopted him?” Will asked. He looked at Sam, then to Orion, who nodded. “Er, yeah, we did.”

“JUST WHAT IN THE SAM HILL IS GOING ON HERE?” Trumna cried, facing away from everyone.

“Well this is all levels of bizarre, isn’t it?” Reynard remarked. “While unexpected, I have seen stranger things happen.”

Jackson sighed and spit his gum into the trash, getting out a new stick. “Kid’s got nerves of steel, stuff I’d expect from a soldier fresh out of boot camp and ready to fight.”

The eerie entity from earlier was still bothering Umuka, so he spoke up. “Trumna, Reynard? What is The Xanthous King?”

They both stared at him in terrified disbelief. “Wait, WHAT!?” they exclaimed in unison.

“The Xanthous King?”

“Code Orange?” Reynard asked.

“Code Orange!” Trumna confirmed.

Reynard pressed a button on his watch, causing special alarms to go off, worrying the others. “Jack, take Umuka and Orion to the Anomaly Containment wing. Boys, tell the scientists and operatives there every minute detail possible about what you saw.”

Jackson nodded and began leading the two out. “Don’t worry, guys, the people in Anomaly Containment are cool dudes…”

Will seemed to be panicking a bit. “Guys, what’s going on?”

Sam began rubbing his back to calm him. “Agreed. Is this something we should be worried about?”

“The Xanthous King is a gestalt entity Valentin created some time ago by fusing 50 wicked souls together,” Reynard elaborated. “We believe this was an attempt at artificial ULTRAMagic and we’ve been hunting down the entity to get it contained for a while now.”

“We’ve also been enlisting the help of The ACF, given that they specialize in this kind of work” Trumna added. “The king is a dangerous entity, but also very finicky and stubborn. And given that Orion sabotaged the ritual, I doubt it will show up. We’re safe, for now.”

Will let out a stressed sigh and slouched in his chair. “Jeez, and I thought the alien life forms that we apprehend at The Liger Brigade were bad…”

“Wait, say that again, Boyo…” Sam interjected. “Aliens?”

“Yes, aliens from other planets trespass all the time… Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Are… are the Men in Black real then?”

Will nodded. “Yup. It’s not like the movies, but yes, they do exist.”

“Fascinating…”

“Jeez, and I thought those missions were dangerous…”

“Annoyingly the Unlight is not much better in that regard, Boyo,” Sam pointed out.

“Yeah, but isn’t the ULTRAMagic Guild capable of dealing with that stuff?”

Sam shrugged a little. “Well yeah, but even they run into things they have trouble dealing with…”

“Hold up, the ULTRAMagic Guild?” Trumna interrupted. “What’s that?”

“You haven’t heard of them?” Reynard questioned. Trumna shook his head.

“Infinity told me about them and Sam’s been alluding to them,” Will answered. “Want me to tell you about them?”

“Sure, go ahead,” Trumna replied. “Besides, a casual chat should ease our nerves…”

Next: Chapter 20

ULTRAMagic Alternate © 2022 William Ford II (ChaoticTempleKnight)

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Writing Prompt #100 Decay

["So, what's in the backpack?" "That's none of your concern." "Look, the group is worried. We have a right to know whether your carrying something that can endanger the group." "Hey! I could care less about this little group of yours. I was promised safe passage, no questions asked, GOT IT?"]

Write a short story based on the writing prompt. Challenge your writing abilities and see where your imagination takes you. Brainstorm and share your thoughts to where the story could go.

[chaotictempleknight]

Read ULTRAMagic Alternate today!

Man, all these series to check out, but they all cost money, are locked behind streaming services, or take forever to get you once you order them... but not ULTRAMagic Alternate. This fun and epic, Science-Fantasy Adventure series about the quirky and intrepid Blood-Wraith Raynot and his adventures with the mighty ULTRAMagic Guild is just sitting here, begging to be read!

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Wait, there's 7 books and counting!? Where do I even start? Well with the first book, clearly... but there's another option for you: Interval. ULTRAMagic Prelude is the start of the series, but you could also start with ULTRAMagic Interval! Interval is ongoing at the time of typing this, but should be finished in February, assuming the heat death of the universe doesn't come early!

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

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

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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.

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[chargeaznable]

My science Fiction Story "Take Me With You" was published by Metastellar on their website last year.

This year it was reprinted in an anthology The Best of Metastellar Year Two."

The print version of the book

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-best-of-metastellar-year-two-aeryn-rudel/1143852377?ean=9798223999294

The ebook version

 https://books2read.com/u/bxBq56