Everett Scaife
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I have always enjoyed writing and I have always dreamed of publishing my own series of science fiction books
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Beginners Luck: The Outsiders
Migoene arose from his slumber feeling the weight of the day before him. Sitting up on his bottom arms, he swung his legs down the side of the bed. With his top arms he rubbed his six eyes gingerly and then slapped his face. Standing up he stretched his body to his full height of two and a half meters tall. He marched forward to a mirror and examined his dark gray skin and white hair for any flaws. Each of his eyes were able to observe his reality from the electromagnetic spectrum and beyond. Starting with heat, he then switched to electrical field, and finally visible light. Everything was in perfect order, as was his duty as a Steward Initiate.
By Everett Scaifeabout a month ago in Fiction
Beginners Luck Intro: 5
Fluke watched as the Librarian went to the shore and sat down in a meditative stance, on the surface he appeared relaxed as a shaman, yet his muscles and breathing exuded the tension of a compressed spring. The sky shifted again in its colors, now only red remained, casting a brilliant crimson across the island. In any other circumstance such colors would be picturesque, but with the knowledge that every change meant death was on the horizon, the severity of this moment could be felt in Fluke's bones.
By Everett Scaifeabout a month ago in Fiction
Beginners Luck: Intro 4
The Librarian and Fluke were overwhelmed by the presence of the goddess. Everything about her begged them to give her their attention, but the sharpness of her teeth, and the fierce lines hidden behind the exterior beauty whispered warnings of consequence. The deity raised an eyebrow and relaxed her weight onto a hip, crossing one arm across her waist and placing her other hand across her mouth to stifle a laugh.
By Everett Scaifeabout a month ago in Fiction
Beginners Luck Intro: 3
Jogging to keep up with the Librarian, who was now making his way towards the peak that flattened into a plateau, Fluke had thousands of questions but no words to articulate his curiosity. There at the peak, was two stones for sitting, and an old weathered treasure chest. The Librarian let out a prolonged sigh and sat on one of the stones, gesturing for Fluke to take the stone opposite of him. As Fluke sat he took a quick 360 degree look at the area round the village. They were on an island, forest towards the rising sun. A stream ran from the hills down to the ocean, and on the opposite side of the forest was what looked like a stone field and quarry. The sky was a canvas of magnificent colors, painting an idyllic morning coast. Racing across the sky was what looked to be a glowing ripple of magnificent colors changing from blue, yellow and a hint of red. They slowly churned off into the distance beyond the horizon, where in the distance there appeared to be dark rain clouds forming.
By Everett Scaifeabout a month ago in Fiction
Beginners Luck: Intro
Fluke awoke into his world like any other human being: as a young adolescent, clothed in a long sleeved white shirt, and brown pants. No memories to guide him, no parents, no developing years as an infant then toddler. Just him, the knowledge he was ‘Fluke’ and that he needed purpose.
By Everett Scaifeabout a month ago in Fiction
A Dung Beetles Dream 1
Since the exodus from Earth, humanity and its fate have been in the hands of corporations. These corporations, for better or worse, drove innovation and necessity for every piece of equipment that made it into orbit. One of those earliest corporations was a small mining and drilling company that had managed to come up with one of the greatest innovations to space travel: Omni Sphere Drives. These engines when powered by a stable fusion reaction provide for just about any change in course and direction, making them ideal for mining in the ever-changing conditions in space around asteroids.
By Everett Scaife2 years ago in Fiction
A Dung Beetle's Dream 2
"Behold." The young strong voice of a woman resonated inside the highest room of the Stepping Stone station. A man groveling face down on the floor refused to move out of fear. The young woman was staring out into the stars, waiting for a subtle noise that indicated the man had lifted his gaze. She waited in absolute silence, to no avail. Despite herself she allowed the slightest turn in her head to see if he had obeyed, only to be disappointed. She fought the urge to roll her eyes.
By Everett Scaife2 years ago in Fiction
A Dungbeetle's Dream 3
Humanity throughout the ages has had some major setbacks. The burning down of the Library in Alexandria, the dark ages, the abrupt and mysterious end of the Bronze age. All of these required humanity to pick itself back up and relearn hard lessons. Painful eras of disease and destruction inflicted on the generations that were unlucky enough to come after these abrupt halts to progress. Even now in these days some two hundred or more years since the 21st century, humanity was once again needing to relearn secrets and technologies long since forgotten. Though humanity was still inexorably bound to technologies, some technologies had been, for lack of better phrasing; misplaced. Databases of top secret information, or even patents were left behind in the Sorrowful escape of the planet Earth. Misplaced is the better term than forgotten, or lost, because all it takes is the right person in the right place doing something illegal and suddenly a terrifying application of obscure technologies suddenly appears on the horizon.
By Everett Scaife2 years ago in Fiction
A Dung Beetle's Dream-4
History is written by the victors... but most of history is lesser evil conquering a greater evil. That's how the 'good guys' always win, but then later can be considered a villain to everyone else. Sadly, even the whitest of knights will succumb to evil on a long enough timeline.
By Everett Scaife2 years ago in Fiction
Mana from the Skies
“A man has only one death. That death may be as weighty as Mount T’ai or it may be as light as goose feather. It all depends upon the way he uses it. It is the nature of every man to love life and hate death, to think of his relatives and look after his wife and children. Only when a man is moved by higher principles is this not so. Then there are things which he must do. The brave man does not always die for honor, while even the coward may fulfill his duty. Each takes a different way to exert himself. Though I might be weak and cowardly and seek shamefully to prolong my life, yet I know full well the difference between what ought to be followed and what rejected. How could I bring myself to sink into the shame of ropes and bonds? If even the lowest slave and scullery maid can bear to commit suicide, why should not one like myself be able to do what has to be done? But the reason I have not refused to bear these ills and have continued to live, dwelling among this filth, is that I grieve that I have things in my heart that I have not been able to express fully, and I am shamed to think that after I am gone my writings will not be known to posterity.”- Sima Qian
By Everett Scaife3 years ago in Fiction
