WIP SciFi StoryWith a hiss, the capsule lid retracted; the white mist within spilling out onto the metal floor before dissipating. Inside the capsule, a young teenage boy began to stir as the effects of cryosleep began to wear off. Just as he awoke, metal restraints around his wrists and ankles snapped open and he stumbled out of the capsule onto the floor. He picked himself up but the sudden movement caused his stomach to start performing somersaults. "Oh crud," he said, his voice croaking with misuse, as he doubled over and vomited up the contents of his stomach. The boy sat still for several minutes trying to regain the strength in his legs and the stability of his stomach. As he sat there on the floor, he noticed something written on his forearm out of the corner of eye.
For a moment, he was confused. What was that doing there, who had written that on his arm with a marker pen? Then, slowly, an unsettling thought wormed its way to the front of his brain. Was that his name? Ever since waki
Dimitri Antonov - ProfileI've led a pretty interesting life the short time I've been alive. Interesting in the Chinese curse sense of the word that is. "Chinese curse," now there's an understatement. I'll explain that in a minute but I suppose I should introduce myself first.
My name's Dimitri Antonov. If you're a crime buff you might recognise the surname. My mortal stepfather, another thing I'll have to explain later, is Petyr Antonov. He's the head of an organised crime syndicate, one of the biggest on the East Coast. Yeah, my old man is a big time Russian gangster. Growing up in that house surrounded by mafia flunkies wasn't easy, let me tell you. For example, officially I was supposed to be home schooled by a tutor, in reality my "tutor" was one of my old man's men whose job it was to keep me out of trouble and make sure I toed the line. You see Petyr wanted an heir to take over from him one day and apparently being his son made me the prime candidate. As soon as I was old enough to tie my own laces he st
Elemental Inheritance Part 1Sarah Tanner looked up as the front door opened and her son walked in. "There you are Deegan, dinners almost ready."
"Yeah, sorry I'm late mum," the boy said, closing the front door, "lost track of time. Is dad home yet?"
"He'll be back in a minute," she said turning back to the stove, "so go get washed up and then come down and set the table."
The house where he and his parents lived was small and in one of the poorer neighbourhoods of the city. It wasn't much but it was cosy and after moving around so much when he was younger, it was nice to have a place that was starting to feel like home. Deegan picked up his skyboard and started climbing the ladder into the attic. When they had first moved in, his parents had told him that he was too old to share a room with them anymore. At first, he hadn't understood where he was supposed to sleep. Apart from the cellar and the attic, there was only the main room, a single bedroom and the pantry, all on the ground floor. Deegan was told that fro
Arashi's Last JobThe sun had already dipped below the horizon when fourteen-year-old Arashi finally returned to the shop. He had run himself ragged during the day, carrying dozens of messages and parcels across the city. He was exhausted and the summer heat had left him parched, his skin burnt from the harsh sun. Arashi pushed aside the curtain and stepped into the shade of the shop, squinting into the darkness as his eyes adjusted. "You're late," the gruff voice of his master said from the shadows.
"Sorry, master," he said approaching the counter and keeping his eyes on the floor. He could tell him that he'd had to go around Sakura Way because a group of Dragonblooded were making a ruckus. However, slaves don't give excuses and they certainly don't lie to their masters, so Arashi said nothing.
His master grunted impatiently and Arashi quickly unhooked his backpack and emptied its contents onto the counter. The man picked up the delivery receipt, gave it a cursory check, and proceeded to count the coin
Elemental Inheritance PrologueA lone boy sat on a rocky ledge looking out at the sky. His feet dangled over the edge with the ground, a mile below, hidden by the dense cloud cover. The sun was approaching the horizon and the waning light of the day painted the clouds black and orange, in the setting sun they looked like rolling flames and smoke.
Leaning back and letting out a deep contented sigh, the boy closed his green eyes and let the warm breeze blow through his dark-red hair, which stuck out haphazardly from underneath his bandana. From here, a couple of hundred feet below the top of the floating island, he couldn't hear the sounds of the bustling port city up above. Here, it was quiet and peaceful and for a short time, he could forget about the stresses of school and family.
A shadow passed over him as a skyship approached the docks and the boy opened his eyes to watch it. It was 75 feet from bow to stern, single-sailed with dual-levitation crystals, probably a courier or trader from the Succession States or