Thursday, June 28, 2018

Teryls Tales of Whim~

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Teryl’s Tales of Whim~ @Teryl_Pacieco

“This is a travesty,” the dwarf muttered into his wine goblet, standing beside the buffet table.

An old human nearby jerked her head and hissed, “How can you say that? Haven’t you ever seen two men more in love?”

The dwarf’s face reddened as he grumbled dourly, “It’s… not THAT at all… it’s…”

“Because one’s an elf and one’s an orc?” accused the human.

“What, no! …Though what DOES K’ord have that I don’t?” sniffled the dwarf.

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Teryl’s Tales of Whim~ @Teryl_Pacieco

“Are demons always bad?”

I looked over to my youngest, eyes filled with the youthful belief that I knew everything.

“The common definition of a demon would suggest that’d be the case.”

“What if a demon promises to be good, with pinky-swears?”

“Anyone can be good,” I said, bemused, “As long as they mean it and put effort in.”

“Okay!”

“Any other questions, hon?”

“Where’s the best place to find a few drops of ’sagrafizzle’ blood?”

#tootfic #microfiction #writing #terylstales #urbanfantasy

More here - mastodon.social/@Teryl_Pacieco

Posted with permission from the author.

Sunday, June 3, 2018

All Cliff Hangers

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Elite Dangerous image by Stefans02 - CC-BY

Madge chewed furiously as the escaping air whistled past her ears. Then she slapped the wad of chewing gum over the hole and the cold of space immediately froze it into place. She grabbed a roll of duct tape from her utility belt and duct taped a nice X over the patch. Speaking into her log she added “Standard emergency patch, chewing gum and duct tape.”

“That was close.” she thought. “If that hole had been a half inch bigger the air would have sucked her gum right out into space and there would have been a Madge patch duct taped to the wall.”

“Navigation report!” said the Captain.

“We’ve got problems.” said the navigator. “You know that little asteroid that just punctured Madge’s cabin? Well, it’s mama is following right behind.”

Madge looked out her porthole and sure enough. There was one mother of an asteroid heading straight at her. She didn’t know what to do so she crawled under the bed. Her whole cabin shook when the asteroid hit.

hairylarry posted on 2018-06-02 at 23:22 Central Time.

A start of a story on Collab. Join Collab and add your cliff hanger to “All Cliff Hangers”. All of the stories on Collab are CC-BY.

Sunday, May 27, 2018

Science Fiction artwork by Răzvan Rădulescu

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This Science Fiction scene is used with permission of the artist, Răzvan Rădulescu.

I made the image smaller so it would fit on most screens. Here’s a link to the full size artwork.

Here’s a couple links to some more of his work.

razcore on mastodon.art

razcore on artstation.com

Enjoy!

Tuesday, May 1, 2018

The Owl Princess

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The Owl Princess by Deevad on deviantart. CC BY-SA

Deevad aka David Revoy also does Pepper and Carrot previously featured on SFF Short Stories. Most of his work is available with Creative Commons licenses some free culture and some non-commercial no-derivatives.

Saturday, April 28, 2018

The Chaotic Diaspora

The Chaotic Diaspora
by Larry Heyl CC-BY

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Rocket ship artwork by metalandrew on Pixabay Public Domain

In 2061 three of the nations top astronomers took the news to the president. The next day the ambassador spoke at the United Nations. There was no doubt. The orbit had been calculated and checked. In 960 days a comet was going to hit the earth.

Astronomers all over the world confirmed the observations. The internet burned up with possible solutions that quickly became two. “Save The World” and “Get The Hell Out”. Generally speaking the East wanted to STW while the West wanted to GTHO. PTP or “Populate The Planets” was quickly seen as a death trap but a few small nations still chose PTP.

To STW nuclear rockets would be launched to land on the comet nose first and to move the comet sunward just enough to miss the earth. To GTHO nuclear powered generation ships would be launched carrying the seed of humanity out to the stars. This is considered to be the most important event in the history of man. It has been called The Chaotic Diaspora.

In The Chaotic Diaspora many tales were told.

This is the start to this story on Collab. Collab is a social network for collaborative writing. If you want to contribute to this or other stories on Collab you can create an account here.

Collab, a collaborative writing game.

Sunday, March 4, 2018

Micro SF/F stories by O Westin

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O. Westin writes micro stories. Short tweets. Great stuff.

Click here to go to his Mastodon page.

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Apocalypse Bingo

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Bingo Balls phot from Pixabay. Public domain. CC0

I was planning a separate apocalypse for each prompt, but so in amongst the one-offs there are two series:

a. The United Empire of Earth
1. Inception
2. Let’s Talk

b. 1. Mixed Luck
2. Change Can Begin Slowly
3. Manouevers in the Dark

- rix_scaedu
Apocalypse Bingo

Friday, January 5, 2018

Story Seed Vault

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Photo of Lotus Seeds, Public Domain, courtesy of Pixabay.

Read micro stories based on real science at Story Seed Vault. The short explanations of the background science are often longer than the stories.

The Vault began as a collection of Twitter science-fiction based on research articles by Alex Massey, published @tinystoryseeds. Inspired by the Global Seed Vaults, Alex sought to create a collection of stories, sourced from the imaginations of a diverse collection of writers. Today, the Vault has grown into an independent publisher of micro-science fiction, with writers and readers from all over the globe.

- About Story Seed Vault

They accept submissions.

Friday, December 29, 2017

Damn dragons, get off my lawn! by Lyn Thorne-Alder

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Thanks to Sodacan for drawing this Red Dragon Badge Of Wales and releasing it CC-BY-SA

Here’s a super short by Lyn Thorne-Alder.

Damn dragons, get off my lawn!

I think you should go read it.

Friday, August 4, 2017

SFF Webcomics

These are not free culture or Creative Commons but they are free as in beer and you can read them on the internet all you want.


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Order Of The Stick is based on Fantasy Role Playing. Lots of inside jokes and out of the box humor. Great Stuff. Artwork used with permission.

http://www.giantitp.com/comics/oots.html

You really have to start at the beginning. There is a phenomena when you first read Order Of The Stick where you begin to believe you will never run out of episodes. Enjoy the illusion while it lasts. After you get current they don’t come fast enough.


Questionable Content has robots. Nuff said. Well almost. Current day alternate reality with AI in robots soap opera. Somehow very satisfying.

http://questionablecontent.net/

This link takes you to the new episode. Be sure to click First and read it from the beginning.


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I’ve covered this before but so what?. For your free culture webcomic there’s always Pepper and Carrot. CC-BY So artwork above by David Revoy, www.davidrevoy.com

https://www.peppercarrot.com/


I love webcomics so to get your favorite webcomic listed here send me a link. hairylarry@deltaboogie.com. Thanks.

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Stellardrone - Between The Rings

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Stellardrone - Between The Rings

https://stellardrone … ck/between-the-rings

The tags say it all.

tags: ambient ambient cinematic electronic soundscape space music Lithuania

Note the cinematic.

Here’s the song titles.

1. To The Great Beyond 05:34
2. Breathe In The Light 05:02
3. Rendezvous With Rama 06:13
4. Northern Lights 05:05
5. Between The Rings 05:07

There’s a definite SFF theme going there.

These songs are CC-BY so if you need some music for your Science Fiction movie, here you go.

Friday, June 2, 2017

Zero Sum Game by Sl Huang

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Zero Sum Game by SL Huang

This book is CC By-NC-SA.

Hat tip to deejf for turning me on to it at unglue.it

Here’s an excerpt from the first chapter.

Chapter 1

I trusted one person in the entire world.

He was currently punching me in the face.

Overlapping numbers scuttled across Rio’s fist as it rocketed toward me, their values scrambling madly, the calculations doing themselves before my eyes. He wasn’t pulling his punch at all, the bastard. I saw exactly how it would hit and that the force would fracture my jaw.

Well. If I allowed it to.

Angles and forces. Vector sums. Easy. I pressed myself back against the chair I was tied to, bracing my wrists against the ropes, and tilted my head a hair less than the distance I needed to turn the punch into a love tap. Instead of letting Rio break my jaw, I let him split my lip open.

The impact snapped my head back, and blood poured into my mouth, choking me. I coughed and spat on the cement floor. Goddammit.

“Sixteen men,” said a contemptuous voice in accented English from a few paces in front of me, “against one ugly little girl. How? Who are you?”

“Nineteen,” I corrected, the word hitching as I choked on my own blood. I was already regretting going for the split lip. “Check your perimeter again. I killed nineteen of your men.” And it would have been a lot more if Rio hadn’t appeared out of nowhere and clotheslined me while I was distracted by the Colombians. Fucking son of a bitch. He was the one who’d gotten me this job; why hadn’t he told me he was undercover with the drug cartel?

The Colombian interrogating me inhaled sharply and jerked his head at one of his subordinates, who turned and loped out of the room. The remaining three drug runners stayed where they were, fingering Micro-Uzis with what they plainly thought were intimidating expressions.

Dumbasses. I worked my wrists against the rough cord behind my back—Rio had been the one to tie me up, and he had left me just enough play to squeeze out, if I had half a second. Numbers and vectors shot in all directions—from me, to the Colombian in front of me, to his three lackwit subordinates, to Rio—a sixth sense of mathematical interplay that existed somewhere between sight and feeling, masking the world with constant calculations and threatening to drown me in a sensory overload of data.

And telling me how to kill.

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