no science fiction
When I was a little boy
When men appeared as immortal giants
It was they whom I idolized
Their lives I wanted without knowing their plights
My dreams were blessed with ignorance
Now I am a young man only slightly wiser of the nature of life
I now know the truth of these men
I listen to the wisdom of these sages
They warn me of every misfortune I would come upon
I didn’t listen, because I know… Continue
Added by william landis on October 13, 2008 at 9:34pm —
3rd in the installment. At this point it still flowed but I was running over on my word count.
Her hand was clamped tight over her mouth. She had been startled when the lid had hit the ground and could not help jumping. Now everything on the other side of the crates had gone quiet. They had heard her. Did they know where she was?
Then the heavy stomp of boots bounced echoes off of the walls around her. They stopped on the far side of the crate she was hiding behind. Their… Continue
Added by Night Manager on October 12, 2008 at 12:29am —
“This has got to be the dumbest thing I’ve ever done” said Maricus. Isn’t there another way to figure this out?
“Well this is the most accurate way we have” said Dr. Langdon. “If you have a better way of figuring this out, I’d be glad to hear it.” Maricus sat quietly for a moment.
“No I don’t have a better way, but I was just wondering do we really need to know?” asked Maricus after a moment. Dr. Langdon pondered.
“Yes” he replied after a while.… Continue
Added by william landis on October 5, 2008 at 8:15pm —
Again this is now part TWO of the 1st story I had written for the BSFS anthology but I thought the one I did submit was better.
REBIRTH OF SLICK part 2
“You had me bring three Rangers for ‘dis?” Wade kicked a crumpled soda can across the warehouse floor. He resisted an urge to chase after it and kick it again.
“She’s a murderer; very dangerous.” Wilson answered. They were both dressed in neat business suits, both Air Force blue. Wilson was walking along one long row… Continue
Added by Night Manager on October 3, 2008 at 3:30pm —
WINTER GHOST P 6
Footsteps in the storm
I let her legs go and push us up until I get my feet under me, but I don’t stand. Instead I crouch and peer off into the storm in the direction the shadow went. My eyes search but the snow won’t let me see. My ears listen but the wind is all I can hear.
It went… that way.
I turn, grab her legs and pull them out of the snow once again.
We’ll go this way.
I hop through the snow. We’ll cross the street… make to the houses… Continue
Added by Night Manager on September 26, 2008 at 3:30pm —
I know this isn't sci-fi ya'll, but bear with me and I'd love a little feedback.
by B. Sharise Moore
for a white house.
through a white womb
is only recognized
and he is… Continue
Added by B. Sharise Moore on September 22, 2008 at 9:25pm —
Last Night… in my Dream…
I must have fallen asleep on my couch because that’s where the dream begins. Something was wrong with the book I was trying to read because the words were all jumbled. Before it became frustrating enough to wake me there came a loud rumbling from outside my window and then a banging at my door.
But the banging was not to rouse me or to get me to open it. It was too strong, violent and the door shook on its hinges. Suddenly it burst open and in stomped… Continue
Added by Night Manager on September 13, 2008 at 12:40am —
This is 1st part of the short story I WAS going to enter into the BSFS Anthology but the whole story got too long and another Idea sparked to me anyway.
REBIRTH OF SLICK
Oblivion isn’t nothingness. It’s a great weight that presses upon you from everywhere at once. Oblivion isn’t blackness. It’s a stark white light that falls away from you, pulls at you… Continue
Added by Night Manager on September 13, 2008 at 12:39am —
I write everyday. I sit down and I bang out notes and thoughts and essays on social and political philosophy. When it comes to writing for my career, I work every day, with very few exceptions (some Saturdays I'm hung over ;(, some Thursdays I'm tired). I am on the tenure hunt and loving every minute of it. I haven't stopped writing fiction, it gets written. It just doesn't get completed.
I just started a new fiction project from some old notes. And the potential that was there four… Continue
Added by VD DeVau on September 2, 2008 at 7:20pm —
Dr. Phil Brooks stood in a soundproof room surrounded by military brass that wanted answers and they wanted them yesterday. Dr. Brooks handed each of them black files stamped TOP SECRET/BIOLOGICAL WARFARE. “This is what we have been working on here in the labs. I am sure you will understand the seriousness of the situation at hand.”
A grunt came from the Chairman of Joint Chiefs Brigadier General William Marks but he let it go.
Studying the file, it took General William Thomas, M.D… Continue
Added by Roderick Cooks on August 30, 2008 at 3:27pm —
I thank you guys for putting your money where your mouth is. I am coming completely out of pocket for all this because it has to be done. My son is not the only young black child that needs for positive black toys to play with. Second fiddle and sidekicks just won't cut it for him. I have to take a few months to get my skills up to par while the action figure is re-done and the storyboards for the comic book get drawn. The 3d Movie should be ready by Fall 2009.
I had a flub… Continue
Added by TheDigitalBrothers on August 29, 2008 at 3:56pm —
WINTER GHOST p5
The storm comes on again like an explosion as I turn and leap off of the steps. It’s so strong… pushes me sideways and we almost fall. It’s so loud that I can’t hear if the door opens behind us.
I don’t look back.
The deep snow pulls at my pumping legs but the storm wind pushes at me from behind. I don’t dare turn. Just run. Keep running. Don’t drop her.
The twin bushes rise up ahead of me, still whipsawing snow all about; the wind seems to… Continue
Added by Night Manager on August 29, 2008 at 3:00pm —
He's BaRack'n the House. This is the stuff of great books.
Added by Diane on August 28, 2008 at 9:47pm —
My novel, Sunny and the Leopard People
, has just been acquired by Sharyn November
at Viking (for the harcover) and Firebird Books
(for the paperback). Both are imprints of Penguin.
About three years ago, I met this spunky little gangly girl. She was the daughter of a family friend. They were visiting from Nigeria. She was also strikingly albino. Imagine a girl… Continue
Added by Nnedi Okorafor on August 28, 2008 at 5:00am —
Murder In Nufrika (Part III)
Diana’s family home was in the middle of a Uganda safari, miles from modern civilization, although civilization was very evident in this well established mansion. Its structure was fashioned after the American White House. The house itself was deep purple, black and gold. Carter would joke that it could be seen from the same distance of a satellite. The front lawn was divided by a path… Continue
Added by Dredwalker on August 27, 2008 at 10:15pm —
Murder In Nufrika (Part II)
I slammed the phone down on Calhoun’s ear. His arrogance has made my blood boil. Although I am the Sergeant there is a level of respect that I got at the precinct that I could do without. Although they never made it blatant, half the officers resented didn’t respect me due to my American ancestry. I was not going to bring my son down to be subjected to Calhoun’s or other’s scrutiny. Not… Continue
Added by Dredwalker on August 27, 2008 at 10:06pm —
Murder In Nufrika (Part I)
Atabra, Sudan. February 23, 2216. Five days before the first centennial of “New Africa”, as the elder politicians still call it. The average citizen chuckle and scoff at the archaic pronunciation. The term was now “Nufrika” coined by the young and those who resist the conformed. Even my 15 year old son, Carter G.W. Danjuma (Because he was born on a Friday)
finds such people… Continue
Added by Dredwalker on August 27, 2008 at 9:59pm —
I am here to day to tell you
Of a step forward
Or maybe one backwards
In space age technology
When you here what I say
You may shutter
The coal powered space shuttle
You’ll get were you’re going
Just as fast
Its modern technology
Who needs potent liquid
When you have black rocks
It’ll be just like grilling in space
But in any case
If its good enough… Continue
Added by william landis on August 26, 2008 at 10:25am —
This comment is for every single member on this page. I am proud to be a member of this page. It is beautiful to come into this site and see all the new members from all over the world joining in. The sENERGY that this page produces is radiating cosmic-ly. It is wonderful to connect to such creative people with amazing diversity. POWER to the members of BSFS. And from me I send nothing but beautiful, loving ENERGY to each and every one of you. Let's keep it going strong.
Added by Jeanine Wright on August 25, 2008 at 6:30pm —
Three hours earlier, Admiral McCray and First Officer Thorvald were ferried back to their ship on board the NeoAfrican cruiser, Douglass.
Admiral McCray and the cruiser’s captain, Anita Johnson, had a pleasant conversation, while Thorvald looked on in his usual silence. When McCray and the captain parted it was with good cheer and the two Unity Expedition officers walked through the docking tube connecting the Douglass to the Admiral’s command ship Swiftstrider.
“This is intolerable,”… Continue
Added by Ronald T. Jones on August 23, 2008 at 11:35am —