All Entries in the "Creative Writing" Category

Sine of the times

“Are you sitting down, Jeremy?” Barbara’s voice asked. Jeremy sighed – he hated that question.

“Yes, he is,” Jeremy’s assistant Theresa answered. He grumbled and waved her off – her narrating his movements over the link was a habit he despised as well.

Isolation

By Jared Vaillancourt [creative writing bureau chief] No one would ever see the name “Tania Becky Tolstoy” in the history books. Not that such things mattered to her, of course. Tania was what one would call a gifted child. From the time she could hold a ratchet, little Tania would be into everything mechanical, tearing [...]

Neoborg

Time and space bent before him. What was the entrance to the chamber became a fountain, its bright blue water spouting in great spires and arches in the twilight glow of a bright moon. The bridge grew large enough for him to enter. With a single step, he was three hundred light-years away; alone and isolated. Time and space mended behind him.

Unfamiliar Logic

T’rut quickly blinked her inner eyelids, her fine scales retracting to match the copper sands of her homeworld. Larek was fortunately halfway through his blink and missed her quick flash of uncertainty.

The Good Water

The lone tree’s location is far away from anything or anywhere I was supposed to be going, but as soon as I left the village I was compelled to see it at once. It became a thirst for me, an insatiable lust of wonder connected to the Old World—It was as if I sculpted it myself, or with precise strokes coloured its existence there on the mountainside.

Wish Upon a Wayward Star

His ship was unnamed. He closed his eyes and considered it; centuries had gone by. Traveling at the speed of light, time didn’t move for him. Millennia had passed with each blink, as time and space took its toll on the immense explorer vessel he not only called his home; he called it his body.

Shifting Ice Chapter 16: Spheres Of Conflict

The latest chapter in Jared Vaillancourt’s “Shifting Ice”

Humanity Revisited

“Hey, Jane, can I ask you a question?” Kris asked. Jane offered a non-committal nod over her shoulder, her boots crunching the odd plant-like things underfoot. “What do you think of those things we discovered a few weeks ago?” he ventured. Jane shrugged and sneered at some dead thing.

Synthetic Gods

started life as a time saving mechanism. Basically it was my duty to handle all of the immense calculations required to run a stellar empire. It’s funny, I guess; once you expand a species beyond the limits of their home system, the resources, censuses and factors even the most brilliant of organic minds couldn’t conceive become matters of mathematics too difficult for such minds to comprehend.

Shifting Ice: Chapter 15

Vintis was the first home that night. It charged up the feeding lights as it cut fresh fruit, setting the table as it waited for Klezyp to return. It examined its credit coin as it sat and waited; it reported that the Pyryx had paid it overtime for its entire shift that day. Vintis sighed and ran the coin over the table’s reader, authorizing the extra funds for a local charity.

Opinion: An examination of Canada’s failed bid on the Security Council

Meet the Kwantlen Political Science Society (KPSS). They have hijacked our political column. Every week they will talk about a different political issue and explain how it relates to you. Every week will feature a guest columnist. Check it out.

Forced Perspective

This was the third planet her benefactors had spirited her away to, and once again they were making a mess of things. Buildings burned in the background as blood ran like rainwater through the streets, splattering everything a hue she no longer found sickening. Plants and the bodies of animals burned wherever she looked; her benefactors had a policy to leave nothing alive.

House of Worship

Between 2040 and 2052 many people killed one another. Those left behind simultaneously cleaned up the resultant environmental disaster and created a new world religion. Each achievement managed to out shine all previous expectations of what humans could do when they worked together.

Oblivion

He shoved the bodies away, finding that he no longer winced at the way they lifelessly bobbed against the walls in zero gee. In the small radiation safe room, it wasn’t long before he had to shove them away again.

Shifting Ice Chapter 14: A Kingdom For A Foxhole

Vintis was awoken by the sound of the door chime. It stirred awake, reaching over for Klezyp but failing to find it. It took a second for it to remember that Klezyp was off to the southernmost settlement to count the local Oulu. Groggily, it got out of bed, stretched, and then donned the specially made robe that allowed its back fins to be exposed to the feeding lights strewn throughout the ceiling. It switched those lights on as the door chimed again.