Space The Final Frontier Novels & Stories

The segment shifted. "We now disclose the defendant, Quin Olson's final memory segment." In the bedroom. I stepped out of the bathroom, my hair still damp. Joseph hugged me from behind, whispering in my ear. "Honey, please, I'm begging you. Helly really needs this kidney. I've gone everywhere with her looking for a match these past few days, but we couldn't find any. Her kidney failure has reached the final stage. If she doesn't get a transplant soon, she'll die."

I couldn’t keep still as my eyes wandered while we walked through one of the streets of the space dock. I didn’t expect that there would be so many space creatures scattered throughout the galaxy. Everything looked incredibly advanced, yet had a primitive edge. I wasn’t scared of the many different beings we mingled with here—they were strange, but I wasn’t even surprised anymore. Maybe this is exactly what I imagined when I used to watch old sci-fi movies. No pollution, no factories, and everything I saw was made of silver chrome metal. It's shiny—everything here shines on its own.

The floor-to-ceiling doors on the second floor opened. The man who had been sitting in the shadows finally stepped out. I lifted my head, filthy and covered in egg yolk, and met his eyes. Ten minutes remained before the moment I died in the crocodile pit in my last life.

Both of them understood that 2027 would bring a confrontation that had been building for months. Both of them understood that they were approaching the moment when Marcus would finally reveal his true objective

I refused to feel anything. I almost succeeded. Almost. Because on the first morning of my reassignment, moving through the inner corridor of an imperial flagship with my documentation folder and my furniture-face and my brutal determination to be nobody important to anyone — I passed a viewport. Through it: stars. Thousands of them. The particular density of deep space between systems, where the galaxy shows itself without the interference of atmosphere or planetary light, where it simply is — vast and cold and entirely indifferent to what happens in the small warm spaces humans build against it.

This will be Summer I, II, and III. After that, the monsters and the sprites encounter each other. And they begin clashing with one another. Soon it escalates, and the trees and bushes will reveal themselves as warriors. And war will break out. Everyone will fall over, and Marie (the last survivor) will collapse and die from her injuries. The war will be in Autumn. The peak of the war and Marie's end will be showcased in Winter I.

They wanted people to see them be buried in space, never get a chance to step-foot on the earth’s land. On the spaceship, Sarah and Grace hugged each other’s tightly. Also, with the rest of their crew. With tears running from their faces, they knew that the final moment will be over soon for them. No words uttered from their mouth, what they are feeling was just beyond anything it can best be described. It was the moment of their final journey.

she said. "You can still go to the space station, located off the outskirts of C-space. They are quite good at what they do and you'll be able to spend some time as you prepare for your mission," her father explained. Christine’s tablet beeped and she saw a classified file appear. "Your reputation is going to be your biggest asset, Christine." "Did you say C-space?" she asked, looking at our orders. "They have been at war for a millennium. They aren't also a part of the Federation." She was worried as she read through the files.

Alex, ever drawn to the unknown, accepted the challenge to investigate the anomaly and find a way to seal it before it consumed everything in its path. Equipped with state-of-the-art technology and a spacecraft specifically designed for the mission, Alex launched into the vast expanse of space. Lightyears away from Earth, they ventured into uncharted territories, guided only by their instinct and the unwavering determination to protect their home planet. Navigating the intricacies of interstellar travel, Alex encountered cosmic phenomena beyond imagination. Nebulas painted the cosmos with vibrant hues, while asteroid fields tested their piloting skills to the limit. Alex pushed the boundarie

Adrian stared at it. “…That’s not just a response.” Lyra swallowed. “…What is it?” Adrian spoke slowly. “It’s a probe.” Lyra blinked. “A what?” “A scout.” The map zoomed further. Something small was moving through deep space. Heading directly toward their planet. Lyra groaned. “I swear I just finished saving the world.” Adrian’s voice remained calm. “It will take time to reach us.” “How much time?” He analyzed the trajectory. “…Two years.”