SCOTT GEORGE

“Damned If You Do ” by SCOTT GEORGE

Isaiah Friedman looked up at the social engineering construct—or SE construct, as it was usually called—with eyes akin to a parent watching their child walk upon the graduation stage. It had done much for the intergalactic community in the three short years since its activation. It had stifled conflict, prevented insurrection, and boosted economic growth. As its principal architect, Isaiah couldn't help but be proud of its accomplishments, even if it was just a machine.  And now it was going to help them again.  His assistant, Barr...

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“To Plant a Garden. ” by SCOTT GEORGE

🏆 Winner of Contest #193

 Thornton Gombar lifted his gaze to the sky as a hovercraft zoomed over his home. Based on the rosy pink tints that adorned its exterior, Thornton surmised that the vehicle was a pleasure craft, likely filled with a small group of men and women engaging in gross debauchery as the self-driving vehicle propelled itself across the sky. The craft jerked and jolted in an arrhythmic manner as it flew to the heart of Homasoro City, where even more such activities awaited them.  Thornton shook his head and turned his attention again to th...

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“The Afterlife Machine” by SCOTT GEORGE

Submitted to Contest #186

"Whoa. Where am I? How did I get here?""You're at the Yenabgon City police station." "Police station? Why am I at a police station? I did nothing wrong.""I know this must all seem confusing to you, Jason. It's normal to feel disoriented and confused at a time like this. Try taking slow, deep breaths." "Okay."  "Is it helping?""I think it is.""Good."  "Jason. My name is Detective Brian McLeod, and this is my partner Saul Nicholson. We just have a few questions for you.""Questions about what? I didn't do anything....

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“Altered Perception” by SCOTT GEORGE

Submitted to Contest #185

Singleton Monroe had to suck in his stomach as he crept between the crates haphazardly packed into the Butcher's storage unit.  Man, he thought sardonically. I need to lose some weight.  However, as Monroe continued to squeeze through the metal crates and boxes, he began to give the thought some real consideration. His coat continuously caught on the pointed corners of the packages he tried to pass. Absent-mindedly, he gripped onto a box for stabilization. As his hand slid away, the sharp edges of the crate tore into his glove, e...

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“A Ravenous Hunger” by SCOTT GEORGE

Submitted to Contest #100

The terrain of Geneshtra's surface was grey, cracked, and dry. The soil crunched under Arawn's boots, the sound so resonant that it nearly drowned out the electric hum of his plasma rifle. The planet's stale, sulfuric wind caused continuous torrents of silvery dust to spurt forth from the ground, the phenomenon making it appear as if he were cloaked in a thick and impenetrable shroud of fog. Rigel's voice erupted through the Arawn's earpiece. Due to the interference of Geneshtra's dust clouds, his voice was soft and staticky. "Did you hear t...

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“A Days-Long Journey ” by SCOTT GEORGE

Submitted to Contest #99

The small alarm on Jerry's Perpetual Stopwatch let off a small chirping sound. The noise was so soft that it took Jerry a full minute to wake up, but, when he did, he quickly shut it off and removed his blindfold. A barrage of white sunlight immediately assaulted his vision, and Jerry had to blink and rub his eyes until he became accustomed to it. After two weeks on the road, he had gotten used to this procedure, but that didn't make it less annoying or uncomfortable. When his vision cleared, Jerry, as usual, found himself in the interior ...

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“Waters of Tisiyyon ” by SCOTT GEORGE

Submitted to Contest #98

Waters of Tisiyyon By Scott George Peter trudged through the thick, emerald waters of Lakhish River with a cautious and squeamish expression. Lakhish River was notorious for its putridity. The smell of its Balucium pollutant lingered throughout Tisiyyon, the odor of which was akin to that of spoiled milk. The smell was especially strong in Jackson, Tisiyyon’s capital, for there the river winded and coiled around the city’s sky-high buildings like yarn on a knitting board.   Everyone had gotten used to it by now. Little did the ...

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