“Invisible Boundaries” – A Flash Fiction Sci-Fi

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Last month, I attended the SunLit Literary Festival here in Florida and entered their annual writing contest. Unfortunately, I didn’t win the writing contest with my sci-fi flash fiction story “Invisible Boundaries”. However, I wanted to share the story on my blog with you to read and critique, if you so choose. Here’s the story for your reading pleasure!

Invisible Boundaries by D. A. Smith

When I opened my eyes, light the color of cerulean filled the room. The placid blue light glowed against the surrounding walls and equipment of the lab. Faint humming came from the center of the room, where an enemy spy captured by the intergalactic federation hovered on his gurney. His eyelids twitched as the REM projection in his mind stimulated brain activity and immobilized him.

I sighed deeply, rubbing exhaustion from my heavy eyelids. I returned my attention back to my holo-screen and read the kill order from my superiors for the hundredth time. My patient’s Earthling name was Commander Reid Spruce, but I knew him as Marok-ta. I never expected to be in the center of a conspiracy to take out my home Andromeda out of orbit. The federation’s guards found Spruce tampering with our oxygen stores and even attempting to create mechanical failures throughout the shuttle. Marok-ta can’t be capable of something so heinous. Can he? But, what could I expect from someone who wasn’t a Martian? The Earth-borne alien lied about his identity to me, even after I gave him my hearts.

At this point, I had a duty to end his life. Reid never belonged here. As the final Earthling on the surface of the Red Stone, he needed to be taken out. The demise of the final threat to the Cleansing of Mars meant peace for my species. We are the true heirs of this Stone. Our land belongs to us, not the thieves from the Cerulean Stone planet Earth.  No more foreigners would claim what always belonged to us.

The intergalactic federation’s plan to force Earthlings into an invisible boundary meant that humanity will no longer be allowed to misuse space travel in order to conquer other worlds. Earthlings belonged on Earth. They became pests the minute they set foot on Mars. My father’s death during the Red Stone War would’ve been in vain had he learned I spent time with the foreigner.

My hand waved the holo-screen’s translucent image aside and a miniature gun-filled with a special vial of neurotoxins that liquifies the human brain came into view on my desktop. I reached into the silver case and drew the weapon out. I held the gun, between my two feelers, and glanced over my shoulder back at Spruce. The Liar. I turned at a ninety-degree angle and closed the distance between us. My feelers danced across the holo-screen monitoring his REM sleep, and I forced him awake.  

The machine hissed as glasses rose off Spruce’s face. His eyes flew open immediately. As his dark-green pupils adjusted to the light in the room, he turned his attention to me. Surprise was written all over his dark red face. He squirmed, and craned his head towards me, when he realized he’d been pinned by the anti-gravity gun, he quit struggling.

“It’s you, Iba-la. I’m so happy to see you!” He spoke in my native tongue. He used the informal -la ending, which translated into “my dear” in Earthspeak.

“You lied to me, Marok-ta,” I jeered. “Nothing that leaves your mouth I will believe. You are an imposter. A threat to my land’s safety and people!”

Terror struck him. He knew that I knew. Now, what would he say or do? Will he cower and beg for me to free him? The superiors promised me that his species were cunning negotiators. No Earthling that set foot on Mars should ever be trusted, they only wanted to steal our resources.

“Iba-la, don’t be upset,” he said and closed his eyes and added, “you deserve the truth.”

“Then, why didn’t you tell me the truth from the beginning? My family brought you to our home. My mother treated you as a son. I–I cared for you.” I managed to choke out.

Marok-ta looked at me distressed.

“I had to do this for Earth. The pollution of that world is much too great for our scientists to handle. Our ancestors damned us with pollution since the beginning of space travel. We had to escape the pestilence of our own making. We needed Mars as badly as I needed you.”

I gritted my teeth, a click of frustration reverberated along my second air-hole just under my throat and first set of lips.

“You didn’t care about me,” I said. “You used me.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t use you. Iba-la, we share the same blood,” he said, calmly.

“We do not!”  

“We both came from the Red Stone,” he said. “Yes, I’m human. But I was born here. Sending the humans of the Red Stone back to Earth is like forcing one of the Native Martians to live on an ice-cold comet. We are all one in the same!”

I grabbed his dark red arm, darker than mine. I held the three-needle points of the syringe just a feeler’s width away from his bicep.

“You have no right to be here. You should’ve never came,” I snapped.

“I can’t control where my mother decided to birth me. Neither could she control her mother. We came to Mars for sanctuary. We needed this planet. Your species should know what it’s like to be alone in this galaxy. You judge me. But your species didn’t populate this planet until survivors from the comet that crashed into its surface first appeared. Do you know what that makes you?” he asked.

“That’s ancient history,” I returned. “It means nothing, now.”

“It makes you a hypocrite,” he continued. “Your entire species consists of aliens that immigrated to a barren rock and turned it into their home. If you must kill me, make it quick. I thought you were different. I was wrong to think that the daughter of a warrior would be anything other than an empty-minded autocrat.”

My feelers loosened their grip on his arm, though the needle pricked his skin firmly. My feeler hovered just above the trigger. Commander Reid, no, Marok-ta kept his eyes focused on a spot on the ceiling. My hearts fluttered as memories of us spending time staring up at the moons, talking, and touching one another stirred tendered emotions within me like a violent solar storm surging across the crimson desert.

I retrieved the weapon and slammed the gun down. I shut the anti-gravity gun down.

He sat up, rubbed his forearm and looked into my eyes. 

“You’re letting me go?”

“I never wanted to imprison you to begin with.” I looked away. “I’ll tell the superiors that your body was purged from the ship. I never want to see you again.”

“Thank you Iba-la. You are a true friend. And, I’ve always cared for you.”

“Promise me that when you return to Earth,” I said. “You will tell them that a hypocrite saved you.”

“No, you aren’t one. I knew I could trust you with my life. I promise all Earthlings will know what you’ve done for us,” he said.

“What will you do about the forcefield the intergalactic foundation plans to activate?” I asked in a concerned tone.

“I plan to alert the governments of Earth of their plan. If there is a species that knows anything about walls, it’s the ones on Earth.” He said.

Let me know what you liked or didn’t like about my short story in the comments.

Indie Authors Thoughts Before & After Self-Publishing Their 1st Novel (Infographic)

I just self-published my novel Syphons. And, I feel like I have a better grasp of what it takes to be an indie-author. I will admit that the process had me equally tired and excited to create more works.

Hopefully, this funny infographic will explain my feelings about self-publishing.

Fellow indie authors did you feel the weight of the world on top of your head when you published that first novel? I’d love to hear your comments below!!

Stolen By The Ash is FREE on Amazon this week only!!

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In honor of the release of my debut sci-fi Syphons. I am giving away kindle edition of Stolen by the Ash A Fox Shifters Short Story>>> Read the Synopsis here!

And don’t forget to preorder SYPHONS out on Friday!

Available for Pre-order as kindle edition and on Friday as a Paperback.

Grab Your FREE Chapter Preview of Syphons A Novel – (Synopsis)

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Here’s my new synopsis for the back cover of my novel, Syphons. A hot new sci-fi available May 3rd, 2019. (Just in time for “May The 4th Be With You”.)

Here’s the synopsis again for your reading pleasure:

Curvy, Fierce AND A Total Riot!

Solstice Bellatrix already died once, and she’s not about to let history repeat itself.

After surviving a terrible girls’ night out on the town, Solstice awakens in the luxury penthouse of a handsome stranger with telepathic abilities named Alexander “AJ” Ward.

AJ leads her on a mission to save her bestie from a group of dangerous parasitic monsters know as Mindstalkers. They are not alone, professional agents, and fellow entities team up with them to take on a corrupt Queen and her host colony of parasitic Drone entities.

Will Solstice find her best friend in time? Or will she lose everything, including her mind, and the guy she’s falling hard for?

Sci-fi lovers, what do you think? Feel free to comment below!

Should You Write: Every. Single. Day?

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Did you ever step back and look at your collection of work or review your followers and email subscribers and say, “Well, guess I need to create another blog post otherwise I will remain obscure on the internet for the rest of my life.”

Yup, me too.

And, sometimes you end up getting into a routine where you’re writing, but it doesn’t feel right. It feels like it’s being forced. The words aren’t naturally flowing from your fingertips anymore. It’s just being thrown onto a blank page in a hasty way so that you can quickly hit that publish button and get a move onto the next writing project.

After so many days of writing like this, the real intense joy and love that you once felt with the activity starts to melt away and fade into oblivion. Does that mean you should ignore conventional writer wisdom and not write… EVERY. SINGLE. DAY?

What if you miss out on a day and you start to miss out on finding readers or loyal followers?

Newsflash: You’re not going to miss out.

Granted, you shouldn’t neglect your artform or writing no matter the medium. But, there’s nothing wrong with the occasional sabbatical. Those moments when you set the laptop or pen and paper aside is usually when inspiration and other creative necessities come to fruition.

I believe writing every day because you want to write, and you feel like you need to write, is a better reason to write, than to gain followers and likes. (Say that sentence ten times fast!)

What do you think? Do you watch the numbers on the scoreboard? Or would you rather play the game? Comment below.

Why You Should Write for Fun Instead of Funds?

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When I was growing up, I had the dream of making enough money from my writing career to be a self-employed adult capable of purchasing anything from a house to my own sports car. At 24, my dream lingers, I’m just more realistic, and I have a full-time gig.

Well, my work sucked when I tried to create literature just for money. My edit jobs were hasty. My book covers looked like they were designed through Paint (what could I say, I was 18 and balling on a budget). And, worst of all, I assumed that my books would sell as long as I posted it on Amazon, without any prior marketing.

I blame inexperience, ignorance, and youth.

The authors I looked up to were people who seemed to have these mystical ‘overnight’ success stories. When actually a large majority of them started working on their books way before I was even a thought in my mother’s mind.

So, why would anyone want to rush and create a product that is unwanted just for some dirty pennies? Creating work just for the money is like buying fast food. Nothing against fast food. But, I have yet to see a fast-food joint earn 3 Michelin Stars.

Writing should make you a profit if you create quality work. A reader shouldn’t feel cheated when they purchase your book. And, when it comes to writing, you shouldn’t cheat anyone as the author. Because what goes around comes around. And, bad reviews online, might lead to a lack of sales and respect from fellow writers and your readers during the next new release.

Like this post, let me know in the comments below. Don’t forget, I’m releasing a free exclusive first chapter of my new release, SYPHONS, A NOVEL. Get your copy here!