Stories tagged “steampunk”

  • Part 3: The Belly of the Deep Sea Cavern

    Manuel activated his headlamp. He raised a hand to the captain and the navigator, signalling that the four explorers were about to dive into the sea. Carlos ensured the guideline was secure to the boat and was the first off the boat. Then, one by one, ...

  • Making Progress

    “I’m just saying,” Errol hollered over the clangs and hisses, “It’s bloody inefficient.” Denton blinked from behind his goggles and adjusted his grip on the wheel. He made no response but gave a brass outlet valve a ...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted almost 3 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • One Way to Derail a Conversation

    Sunset cast a rolling sea of smoke and smog in hellish oranges and yellows. Denton smiled, as he felt oddly at home. Errol disrupted the reverie, “Mind the cargo ship at 10:30. Looks like he aims to cut across.” The ship looked more like a ...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted almost 3 years ago.
  • Tension In Tandem

    Denton dove through the air and collided into Errol, grasping him close before pulling the cord of his minah. Flexible rods and fabric exploded from the pack and burst into a wingspan of roughly thirty feet that immediately groaned under their combined...

    • Author: memento
    • Posted almost 3 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Machination

    It strode into the workshop on smoothly articulated, massively powerful piston-driven legs; caught the light with brassed steelwork when it locked softly glowing eyes onto me. It was a crowning jewel of an achievement. Thick, angular plates protected t...

    • Author: HSAR
    • Posted over 2 years ago.
  • Part 4: The Belly of the Deep Sea Cavern

    Going down was the easy part, Manuel thought. Ten minutes later, and the team was 200 metres below the surface, at the mouth of the fabled cave. The sylph-elemental didn’t only help fill their lungs with pure oxygen due to a symbiotic process, it als...

  • Part 5: The Belly of the Deep Sea Cavern

    Thirty minutes had slipped by as the treasure hunters glided through the cave’s passages. Their headlamps did an outstanding job of lighting up the tunnels along the way. Up ahead, though, beyond a ninety-degree turn that his team had already cleared...

  • Part 6: The Belly of the Deep Sea Cavern

    Manuel stopped himself at the cavern entrance. The room was, indeed, filled with treasure. Dozens of wooden chests, ancient unrecognizable armours and weapons, and art objects in the shape of sea creatures he had never seen. The most impressive object ...

  • Part 7: The Belly of the Deep Sea Cavern

    Manuel scrambled for his backup lamp. He flipped the on-switch. A beam of white light cut through the deep darkness, and Manuel pointed it into the cavern. In the next three second of his life, Manuel knew it was all over for the divers. They wouldn’...

  • Part 8: The Belly of the Deep Sea Cavern

    All this, Manuel saw in three slow seconds. His lungs hurt as the sylph-elemental was expelled from his tank. Without the sylph-elemental, his body’s adaptability to the higher pressure at these depths was reduced significantly. The sylph-element...

  • The Basement

    You enter the basement over a small staircase you did not saw before. It is colder than in the rest of the house. Like a wave of sound you hear the clicking and stomping of hundreds of machines that worked already one thousand years ago. The staircase ...

    • Author: Brokkoli
    • Posted over 2 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Dirigible

    The dirigible floats a hundred fifty metres above red sand and twisted metal. Engines that haven’t fired in a dog’s age are corroded and quiet, and the craft wanders the sky aimlessly, the shifting air currents the only thing now to give it...

    • Author: Jim Stitzel
    • Posted about 2 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Avis E. Webb's Academy: P.E.

    It was cold, windy, and Mrs. Hyem was being absolutely insufferable. The wind was throwing my bolts off as they sailed to their targets, which made Mrs. Hyem scream all sorts of abuses. I hurried over to my target, which was a four-inch wide wood beam,...

  • Avis E. Webb

    Avis E. Webb had been a very distinguished lady of the sky. Manning a whole army of illegal airships by the time she was twenty. Her parents had died when she was nine years old and Avis had run away to join the circus a year later after hopping from o...

  • Audrey G. Burnett: Sketchbook

    Audrey made it to the top without breaking a sweat. This wasn’t the first time she had made the climb. She peeked through the door in front of her her and saw her only friend. Crow was standing, looking out the wrap-around window, with his back t...

  • Airships: Send-Off

    Meanwhile, Jerem paced nervously across the deck of the Silver Skies. Ten minutes, and still no word from Hawkeye or the engineers. By now, a messenger should have communicated the list of parts necessary to begin repairs. However, the only noticeable ...

    • Author: memento
    • Posted about 2 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Melancholy of Black Captain Cole (Mature)

    With a mighty thrust, the cutlass of Black Captain Cole split the heart of his rival, Admiral Flint. Cole flipped the toggle on the hilt, electric flux cascading down the blade, burning Flint black and crispy like a roasted duck. Finally, the dog Cole ...

  • The Blacksmith's Nightshift

    “State your name.” The gruff man said, blocking the entry to the train. David grimaced, “David Petite Castle.” David could see the man grin in the late-night shadow, “Well, Mr. Petite. Come aboard.” David rolled his ...

  • Race

    Grotesque. That was the only word Georgette could think of to describe the mountain of a man standing before her. The blacksmith-turned-airship-captain was a disfigured hulk, made all the more repulsive by the stub that was all that remained of his lef...

    • Author: Jim Stitzel
    • Posted about 2 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Fe2O3

    It was grotesque. It was beautiful. Even from this high up, the twisted mess is awfully beguiling. Dimming the flame, she brings the balloon closer. At the proper descent height, she steps off, adjusting her goggles to shield her eyes from the balloon ...

    • Author: pyrrhicv
    • Posted about 2 years ago.
  • Payload

    The weapons bay is a shambles. Steamer trunks are strewn about the floor. Many are broken, lids gaping wide. Most of the trunks are empty, the ordnance they once carried having long been delivered to their respective targets. A few, however, remain pac...

    • Author: Jim Stitzel
    • Posted about 2 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Logbook

    The book lies on a table. Its pages are torn, tattered. The ink is faded, in places almost nonexistent. What ink remains, however, tells a chilling story. On the left-hand page is a diagram, the chemical structure of a molecule labeled, simply, Nightma...

    • Author: Jim Stitzel
    • Posted almost 2 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Coil

    The encampment is little more than a desiccated husk. What remains of the few tents still standing are tatters of canvas flapping from poles bent and twisted by some cataclysmic event. Much of the ground here has been blasted into red glass and slag, b...

    • Author: Jim Stitzel
    • Posted almost 2 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Ember

    It is the faintest glimmering of a spark. It floats in suspension in a bottle, the field it generates holding it equidistant from the surfaces that enclose it. It is an Ember, and it pulses gently, hungrily. It has memories, of a sort, quantum states t...

    • Author: Jim Stitzel
    • Posted almost 2 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Anchored Between the Stars (Day 29)

    The city vanished as simply as turning a page. Where a snow-torn London once stood, a deep blackness spread out infinitely, splashed with swirls of cosmic color. Meredith continued looking out the window but her tail began to twitch back and forth.R...

    • Author: Robert Quick
    • Posted almost 2 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5