The day I die, I’ll be too busy thinking to notice” he waved his hand as he left the ship.
- Nelson Moon, shipwright and designer of the Altered Moon. Current location: Cantankerous Base, Planet Tarris, Arzian Alliance
Mots clés science-fiction sci-fi altered-moon az-kelvin nelson-moon rise-of-the-altered-moon
What will I do if I find myself with a heart?" "Lose it constantly, I imagine.
Gregory MaguireMots clés fiction science-fiction fantasy-fiction
Tomorrow morning, he decided, I'll begin clearing away the sand of fifty thousand centuries for my first vegetable garden. That's the initial step.
Philip K. DickMots clés inspirational science-fiction
The Walker towered over him like a half-built skyscraper with a bad attitude. Its bulbous silver head was home to so many weapons that Nick couldn't even count them. He couldn't even name half of them.
Peter James WestMots clés science-fiction information-cloud tales-if-cinnamon-city
I couldn’t help but notice how hot he looked tonight with his strong build lining his t-shirt. He should never cover his beauty with clothes and such things. - Ariel
Victoria H. SmithMots clés humor romance college science-fiction science-fiction-romance new-adult upper-ya
But a thought swarmed in me; what if he, this yellow-eyed being – in his ridiculous, dirty bundle of trees, in his uncalculated life – is happier than us?
Yevgeny ZamyatinMots clés science-fiction dystopian-fiction
When I was small, I never wanted to step in puddles. Not because of any fear of drowned worms or wet stockings; I was by and large a grubby child, with a blissful disregard for filth of any kind.
It was because I couldn't bring myself believe that that perfect smooth expanse was no more than I thin film of water over solid earth. I believed it was an opening into some fathomless space. Sometimes, seeing the tiny ripples caused by my approach, I thought the puddle impossibly deep, a bottomless sea in which the lazy coil of a tentacle and gleam of scale lay hidden, with the threat of huge bodies and sharp teeth adrift and silent in the far-down depths.
And then, looking down into reflection, I would see my own round face and frizzled hair against a featureless blue sweep, and think instead that the puddle was the entrance to another sky. If I stepped in there, I would drop at once, and keep on falling, on and on, into blue space.
The only time I would dare walk though a puddle was at twilight, when the evening stars came out. If I looked in the water and saw one lighted pinprick there, I could slash through unafraid--for if I should fall into the puddle and on into space, I could grab hold of the star as I passed, and be safe.
Even now, when I see a puddle in my path, my mind half-halts--though my feet do not--then hurries on, with only the echo of the though left behind.
What if, this time, you fall?
Mots clés imagination fantasy science-fiction time-travel childlike-wonder
If you don't leave room for the unexpected to express itself in your life, you close yourself off from the possibility of miracles.
Robert StikmanzMots clés humor fantasy science-fiction
He was pale as only one state on Bhast dictated—not lacking color necessarily or vitality, certainly. Fey white was more comparable to a pearl; the color subtle and the luster soft, but still vibrant. In spite of the tragedy that could come with it, it was not a dying state. It was a state of living…sometimes much more brilliantly than people could cope with, including the Fey individuals themselves.
T.A. MilesMots clés science life death science-fiction living strangeness dying thriller fey strange-angels genetic-state
You're stuck with me Skyguy-Ahsoka
Dave FiloniMots clés science-fiction
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