Salvage Duty
It’s been five hours since I saw daylight. To be honest, the darkness is starting to get to me--I’m seeing things circling me, even though my scanner’s trying…
SpecArt Storytelling
My birthday is coming up. February 2nd, to be exact. And guess what? I want stories. So here's what I want you all to do: 1. Go to this website: http://www.reddit.com/r/specart 2. Find a picture that inspires you. 3. Write a ficly about it and submit it to this challenge. 4. Once you publish your ficly, copy and paste the link to the picture as the first comment on your ficly. It shouldn't be too hard to find a picture that captures your imagination. Your story doesn't have to be limited to one ficly. Also, if you can, please link to the picture's website rather than linking directly to the picture. (This won't always be possible, but it's good if we can see who the artist is.) For example, you would link to this (http://richarddorran.deviantart.com/art/Sky-Port-305085711) instead of this (http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/150/c/c/sky_port_by_richarddorran-d51n1n3.jpg). Alrighty then! Have at it!
Challengers
8 entriesheart throb
they are an ultramarine glow, deep sea dancers floating and gloating in silence radiant and comforting the connection of two hearts, two hands, two bodies love…
Anchored Between the Stars (Day 29)
The city vanished as simply as turning a page. Where a snow-torn London once stood, a deep blackness spread out infinitely, splashed with swirls of cosmic…
Just Wait and See
Trapped Beneath immutable lines Every highlight Another’s choice Frozen In a world without color Without freedom To change But one day I’ll break these bonds…
by the light of a dying star
I. we’ve got 20 minutes left to the supernova and we’ve got front row tickets to the end of the show and I’m very excited and I’m excited indeed it is strange…
Construction
Staples hold the wall up rusted metallic brown scabs that conceal wounds beneath. Behind the netted veil and nonchalant whirs of throbbing engines fluorescent…
what if
Once, there was a boy in a tower who fell for the moon. He loved it as little boys were wont to, obsessively. While his father studied the birds’ flight, he…
Welcome Party
I swung around for what seemed like the thousandth time, visor optics clicking and whirring in the silence of my climate-controlled helmet. The hyperspectral…