Science Ficiton – Page 11

Trouble

I watched Inspector Wittkower ignore the throng, offkey sirens, and acrid stench of a train burning. No. Fairness demanded noting a train wasn’t burning. A lone engine belched smoke not steam. A small one. Hardly worth fussing.

Still Wittkower ignored all and the responders parted about him and the lady he spoke with. Her genteel clothes didn’t belong here. Jacket, bustle, skirts. All screamed breeding. This was a place of poverty.

He could hear everything, but dare not open his eyes

Noise

Bolts striking, metal and crete cracking, voices screaming to each other. Jannes could hear it all. The different scents of flame melded into a cacophony of odors. His shoulders tensed with the desire to look, to search for danger, to protect himself.

Dreaming

Terry blinked as the screen came back into focus, the clacking of keys rang around him, furious in pace as his lives depended on getting a few more words out. Which considering placement depended on the scores…He glanced at the timer jerking backward at the swiftly diminishing numbers.

Focus

I jerked as my headphones where yanked away. “Hey!” I swiveled my chair around. Oh. Rick stood gripping my head phones tightly. Rolling my eyes, I turned back. I ‘d flick them back later.

“I wasn’t done with you.” Rick said behind me, his words a rumbling mess of sounds.

It

A click. The sound had been innocuous when entered she’d not noted it in her rush. Dr. Nilan’s behavior hadn’t warned her either. He’d sat watching as she swept across the room.

Restricted Space

Sirens screamed drowning out the other noise on the deck. Chase tightened his grip on the stick. It wouldn’t be long now. Slowing his breathing he watched the numbers ticking down. Just another run. Launch, reach target, and return to ship. No sightseeing.

Ticking

Nikolas hunched over the workbench and an open watch. Gears surrounded the watch as a halo. The second hands ticks stretched out echoing wrongly. Too little time. A last tick resounded as the door clicked open echoing the noise.

Nadia

Everything about her was a lie. Oh, how I hated it.

She strode through the club oblivious to me, lights beating to the music. Though how the Zemt called this music I’ll never understand. Aliens.

The merits or lack thereof weren’t today’s concern.

They've got him and now they're coming for me

Skittering

“Kev?” Static buzzed from the speaker in response. “Kev?” I tried again swallowing the lump in my throat. Static again. They had him. I glanced around the room desperate. Nothing was here that could help though. Only if Kev had reached his position. But he hadn't.

Rumbling

As a rumble built I resisted the urge to look. Staring at the train belching steam and rumbling toward you wouldn’t get you out of the way. Nor would my lollygagging or gawking. Rose’s screams to hurry from the plane’s cockpit weren’t particularly helpful either.

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