http://slow.writerscafe.org/Reservoir The original writings of author Reservoir en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776040273 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This is the last voyage of the starship Kelvin... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/1124766/ This is a Star Trek fan fiction; or, more to the point, a fan fiction loosely based off of the 2009 movie. Call it fan fix, fan wank, whatever you wish - this is simply my version of the story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/1124162/      I stood there, head slightly swimming and my stomach still brimming with hunger. Grumpily, I realized that Master Fulgarth had likely forgotten his promise to bring me food after we were all done. I found myself forgiving him, though, despite my stomachs protesting. I ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/992716/ Our introduction to Sisterprior Challene taBois, the 'verse proper, and her Quest! Rated Mature for up-and-coming material. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/989390/ Me trying my hand at fantasy. Much inspiration from Elder Scrolls and Dragon Age, likely the only fantasy games I've played that I actually enjoyed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/989199/ Who would've thought that our first contact with an alien species would involve their invading fleet occupying Earth? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/951700/ This is a FANFIC for a Sega Saturn/PS1 game of the same title. However, being the person I am, I'm heavily modifying the whole thing to make it more...modern. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/951648/ When an race of ancient aliens threatens the human race, humanity turns to its most desperate measures - two warriors, bound with nanotechnology far into the bleeding edge. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/726185/ Just random shortness. Multiple stuff in one place. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/636265/    It wasn't safe to go into the woods anymore. Not since the mountain had sprayed darkness into the heavens, raining down an ancient evil on the land below.   Footknight Aiken Coldsight patrolled the town's border along the borderwall, his armor grinding against itself as he mov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/618240/ Venturing deeper into the apparent war zone, she seeks shelter and instead finds nothing but information and a possible ally...or enemy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/614946/ He's lost everything - his home, his job, his family. Now he's out to kill the five men responsible for everything that went wrong. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/611530/ It's been decades since the war - the war between those who were to serve and those who were to master the servants. She does what she must to survive - but even that may not be enough... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/610714/ Seeking hospitality from the exile her kind must endure, she finds shelter amongst what should be an Outpost of strangers. But when the Outpost is found empty, the signs point to danger... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/602901/    In the beginning, there was the War of the Four.   The first was Lyreon, Lord of the Skies.  His lighting cracked the earth and electrified the sea, while his winds killed the fires below.   The second was Wellow, Queen of the Seas.  Her waters drenched the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/538233/ Imagine this as a slow, melodic, melancholy Tool song. It's about being imprisoned inside yourself, and finding the power to break out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/529560/   "Director", the intercom smoothly chirped.  "Doctor Finnagan is heading your way.  Says it's important...again."   Director Sarah Kingsley sighed for yet another time today.  Sittingwith her shoulders slumped, she casually keyed the intercom's replybutton.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/529171/ Two years have passed since contact, and life is continuing on Station 31. But when a discovery is made that conceives the idea of possible allies, the stakes raise high for the survivors... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/517665/ Humanity is facing extinction. But in one remote outpost, the arrival of alien allies may become the harbinger of the counterattack... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/517658/     A breeze gently blew across the evergreen grasses, creating the loudest sound that Everett had heard all day.  He stood on the porch, dressed in jeans, boots, and a blue long-sleeve shirty, overlaid by a black wool trench coat and matching wool toboggan.  A lit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/464972/ War?  War is dead.For millennium, man has fought man on countless battlefields; Egypt, Europe, China, America, France, Mars.  It didn't matter where or how, with sticks or guns, or rocks or bombs.  Man fought himself.  For a while, he was content.And then the Enslavers a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/461956/ So, I've been thinking as of late.Thinking of nothing so blissfully.And, in the background, I hate. So, I've been dreaming as of late.Dreaming of revenge, so sweet.And, in the background, I still hate. So, I've been burning inside, as of late.Burning with the de.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/460491/     He groaned, struggling unaided against the weight of the Power Armor.  It, detecting his movements, attempted to restore power, and for a few moments only partially succeeded.  Eventually, however, he found himself capable of moving again, power fully restored.  He .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/457782/ I lay there, dreaming of smokey whispers and ghosts of dreams that I have long passed and lost.  The taunting jests of past failures and mistakes, all bearing the sounds of a voice that I've known since the day I became aware of the universe.  Sometimes I know that my dreams.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/454639/ Essentially, this is all the random history, facts, and stuffs about the story, people, and places surrounding the universe that Of Serpents and Saints treads. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/454294/ He was falling.  At least,that's what it felt like.He had to be dreaming.  Everythingaround him was pitch-black; he couldn't even see his arms in front ofhim.  The only real reason he knew he was falling was the unmistakablesense of one's innards floating towards t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/447015/ It's time to end the self-imposed malady, the catastrophe of a past banshee, the wailing of an self-spineless me. It's time to change, time to rearrange, time to send my baggage downrange. It's time to rise. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/437764/ Just me, being angry at myself. Poetically, of course. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/436918/ A sci-fi/fantasy crossover involving the secrets of the magick/technological multiverse, the destruction of our universe, one human, and his quest to stop it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/432432/ Imagine the zombie apocalypse through the eyes of an invincible, thinking zombie who justifies his actions. Through metal music! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/431909/ Short, sweet, to the point. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/431814/ Just something random about when one lover hates the other. A sad song, violent in the end. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/428612/ Well, here I am.  Hesitating on every step I take.It could be my last.In the end, what will I leave here in my wake? I thought I'd really come so far, in this Minefield,"How naive, child."Part of me, even now, wants nothing but to yeild. Despit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/428384/ Now that I just did some cheesy junk with "Firestone", I think I'll go...somewhere else. I'm not sure yet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/427640/ No, not some tribute to some s****y Firestone tires. In fact, it's actually based on the idea of bullets being shot at someone, and just how it feels like. *No people were harmed in the making of this idea.* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/427633/ This is my main sci-fi arc, the one that's been rolling around in my head FOREVER. In the 45'th century - 4438 to be more precise - mankind has conquered dozens of solar systems, alone in the Big Picture. Content with what he had for the moment, mankind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/427605/ Just something I came up with, spur of the moment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/427141/ Anderson yanked the combat knife out of his boot sheath with an angry yank.  Her fatigues were soiled with dirt, water, and blood, and her combat gear was frayed from the frantic fighting. Normally, she would just shoot the Kalhunian soldier.  At least, that's what Coalition soldi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/425960/ Man came so far; traveling into space, founding new colonies, establishing world-states...but when man played with subatomic fire, he burned himself and nearly everyone around him. Over a century later, in 3843, many worlds are still internally divided. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/419154/ A superhero of WWII, forgotten by the newer generations, must don his alter ego one more time for the fate of humanity - but at what price? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reservoir/414456/