The One Who Sings the Worlds to Sleep

Submitted by Mary on Wed, 01/10/2018 - 18:11

Even worlds die. In a universe so vast, there is always, somewhere, a planet that is fading out and dying in the great darkness.
When a world begins to die, there are plenty of humanitarian organizations ready to sweep in to the rescue, evacuating the planet’s inhabitants and relocating them to a new home world in some other part of the galaxy. They are hurried away, and the world is left alone.
That is when I arrive.

Lofton's Battle

Submitted by GReynolds on Mon, 03/26/2012 - 13:40

This is the first sci-fi story I've written that has a clearly defined goal... which, in this case, is pure survival.. :D Hope y'all enjoy it.



He yanked quickly back on the control stick, pulling the sleek craft into a tight loop. A plasma bolt exploded into a blue-tinged fireball where he had been only moments earlier.

Captain Lofton breathed a quick prayer of thanks before spinning his craft into a tight Immelman loop.

Who Am I?

Submitted by Raine on Thu, 01/24/2008 - 18:44

Who am I?
I fly through time and space,
Adrift in a sea of stars.
Spinning, floating, falling.
Silence is all around me,
Pressing on my ears.
Infinity stretches on.
I am lost in a maze of stars.
I have lost all sense of myself.
Who am ?
A speck of light, drifting through space.
I am nothing.
Surrounded by this beauty,
This size, this wonder. . .
I am nothing.