Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday (SFFSat) is a place where a bunch of us post snippets from our written works and also shoot the breeze a little. And before I get ahead of myself, thanks and appreciation as always to those who stop by and leave fantastic comments.
A little preamble for those who don't know: Two characters on an old ship that looked like it originated from the 1960s. They discover a creature that looks suspiciously like a dinosaur, but more like a dragon...they scramble.
You can catch the previous ones:
Part 1: here.
Part 2: here.
Part 3: here.
Part 4: here.
Part 5: here.
Part 6: here.
Part 7: here.
And now for this week...
The beast barreled into the doorway, the metal frame bent and spread wider and the distinct sound of old corroded metal snapping and screaming terrorized the air. Mason made a pining noise, his eyes riveted to the drop ship’s open hatch, his legs pumping across the deck. Unable to stop myself, I kept looking back; the dragon seemed stuck, but with a heave forward, it burst through, roaring with indignation. I made the pining noise now.
A hot rush slapped against our ankles, the bitter scent of smoke and char spurred us on. Mason dived into the drop ship first, like a rugger player slamming into the scrimmage. I followed, uncaring if I landed on him.
“Shut the doors, Elmo!” The computer’s name. “Take off now-now-now!”
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