The Zephyr

Knock. A loud noise rang through the cabin, followed by a smaller knock, almost apologetic, as if it was trying to say sorry for the volume of the previous one. A bright light had flickered against the window before abruptly flickering out, the owner of the flashlight turning it off.

Knock. Forest groaned when the person on the other side of the door tried again, rubbing her eyes and swinging her legs over the edge of her rocky...

A constant shuffle of footsteps moving across the narrow aisle of the plane as people of all shapes, sizes, skin colors, religions, gender, sexual preference, etc. attempt to find their seat in the vast sea of rows upon rows of seats that don’t seem to recline far enough, the occasional flustered “sorry” people quickly spit out when they accidentally bump their bag against a seated passenger, the goosebumps that seem to grow f...

Flint had always heard stories of doorways. They could be hidden anywhere, small as the head of a pin or large as the sea. One person had even said that their doorway was the sea, but they knew that Matti was a storyteller, if anyone was ever quiet enough to listen to his tales. The doors led anywhere, everywhere, to exactly where one was needed and where one needed to go. Everyone had a doorway, somewhere. They just had to fi...

The soldier was worried. Haha. Understatement of the year. In fact, they were scared out of their skin (almost literally). The alien creatures were simply too much for the force to handle - would even a single one of them survive this threat?

The attack had been incredibly sudden. Some sort of attack vessel (they had thought it was a piece of debris - it was cleverly disguised) had attached itself to the side of the colony ship...