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Galaxiki Community BlogSubscribe via RSS ALIENS, GO HOME!March 07, 2010by dakotastrange Empress Anthium rapidly tapped her twelve finger-like appendages on the table before her. Her folds of fat so characteristic of the Epithian race seemed to ripple down from her frowning face to her small pudgy feet. All encased in a gloriously bizarre gown of tiny rotating wheels mimicking the intricacies of the inner mechanics of a clock. It should be explained at this point that the Epithians while having a high degree of intelligence where a particularly odd sort for their behavior was lacking in any desire for exploration or even travel. They had no need for vehicles, flight would certainly be considered a folly, and just the thought of any type of sailing vessel would be considered useless to these creatures of such sedentary lifestyles. It wasn't that they were lazy but due to climatic conditions there were long periods of drought and winter when foods were not just scarce but non-existent, so when supplies were plentiful they indulged themselves storing nutrients in fat which their bodies reserved for these long periods of strife. And it cannot go unnoted, the Epithians are obsessed with gadgets...yes, gadgets of every description and use or none-use...gadgets to attach to gadgets. Gadgets that hardly followed any design rules of form following function for many of these gadgets took more time to operate than the time it would take to perform a task manually. Perhaps, this fondness for gadgetry began as a status symbol, or even necessity, but it had been nurtured for so long that it had far passed the point of absurdity. "Well, Minister, when-in-the-hell are they leaving?" Empress Anthium bellowed while methodically attaching a pen holder to her writing pen which was connected to her electronic writing pad which was attached to a computer-like instrument which when in operation copied the original text to paper. Hastily unfolding his portable kneeling stool and then lowering his large frame on it, he nervously replied, "I attempted to get an answer, dear Empress. Of course, trying to be most diplomatic so as not to besmirch my sovereigns' sense of hospitality, I queried them several times but without success...but, my lady, the Captain has requested a moment of your time, and I suspect, it is in regards to this very matter." The Empress released a loud huff of desperation. She was tired of these aliens who had so abruptly plopped themselves in her land. She had been as curious as any Epithian as to who these reed-thin creatures were and what they were about, but the amusement had long disappeared for it was now over a Epithian year and they made no effort to take their leave. Their attitude and bearing has always been one of aloofness and arrogance, but she had made every opportunity to entertain them, offering up hospitality above the norm, but they seemed to prefer keeping to themselves in their strange vessel and had only recently started erecting some sort of tower along side it. Well, this certainly seemed evidence they were taking up permanent residency and this she would not allow. No, no, no. This she would not allow! The language translating device strapped to the Captain's chest squawked and screeched as he engaged it (as it almost always did). "Most honored Empress, I must humbly apologize for not offering sooner an explanation for our lengthy stay...but, you see, it is most embarrassing. We who have traveled among the stars...our race is unrivaled in it's abilities to explore the Universe...our scientific knowledge goes beyond any other which we have ever encountered... Your majesty, we had no intention of coming to your planet. It was only after a sudden burst of energy, the source remains unknown, blew our ship off course and...well...it's so embarrassing...but, to get to the point...we are lost." On hearing this, the grand lady erupted...some would say she just "lost-it." Throwing her head back she railed in torrents of laughter. She could not control herself. She just could not stop laughing. The startled Captain composed himself and fell into the humor of the moment, but as his amusement subsided the Empress's great mass started to tremble from this outburst of uncontrolled laughter. He immediately summoned her aides who, at first themselves amused by the infectuous laughter, soon became alarmed as the honorable lady's expression became one of panic and agony while the screams of laughter spurted from her lips. The royal medics were called in and their perplexed attempts to halt the Empress from laughing proved fruitless. As other members of the Court gathered and no one ventured an idea of their own as to how to bring the lady back to normalcy, the Captain asked if might try one idea. Given the go-ahead, the Captain approached the Empress and with the most intense pressure he could apply soundly pinched the lady. "Aaaahhhh!!!" The supreme royal cried out and immediately the laughter was to subside. After several gulps of air she whispered a weak 'thank-you.' After several more minutes of gathering her senses she spoke as a broad smile flashed across her face, "The reason the Captain and his crew are still here is because they are lost!" And so began, again, the laughter...but now the Empress was joined by the entire assemblage. Well, the Captain had no other choice after the laughter would seemingly never end...so he started pinching everyone and encouraged the ones that had stopped laughing to pinch the others until all were back to civility and calm. Now, this episode might well soon have been forgotten if the Epithians had not immediately took note of a need for a pincher gadget. These gadgets would soon be trading for high sums and would be the essential core on which the Epithian economy would be based for the next two decades. The aliens completed their communications tower and were immediatley elated when they were able to contact a sister ship that enable them to set the coordinates necessary for finding their way home. A joyous celebration attended by almost all the Epithian nationals sent the aliens off. In the palace as she watched the ship rise in the sky, the Empress Anthium smiled and turned her attention to the array of pinchers spread before her. A lovely gold embossed pinching gadget caught her eye and with a sigh and a smile she said to herself, " Well, everyone needs a good pinch from time to time."
0 Comments - Read comments - Leave a comment Winterwolf TalesJanuary 04, 2010by rodenbough Elieb spoke to his wife Mirjam about the worst he seen and faced in the Geddi War. He spoke of the savagery of the fighting, the no quarter asked or given by the Geddi, in space or on the planet surfaces he had been. He had been in in ten campaigns in a war where the soldiers were killed by the end of their fifth fight. Elieb was wounded nine times and had to be hospitalized six of those times. When asked what was his worst fight, he looked into the horizon blankly,then he answered,"It was Diamis, in the Antisolios System.I very nearly bought it there. It was ugly and it didn't involve the Geddi directly. We had been sent to evict a Geddi garrison from the planet. We saw a platoon of Geddi soldiers all dead and torn to bits and we saw what did it to them. They were wolves native to Diamis' northern latitudes and there were several species of them. Some were as big as bears and others were smaller leaner like wild greyhounds which ran like the wind.We found out later that some of wolves were as smart as men and they dominated the others through their intellegence.At least it seemed that every other species of wolf and wild dog did the bidding of these sentient canines." Mirjam placed her hand on her husband's shoulder, and she saw the nasty scar by his neck. It was not a wound by a beam weapon or sharp object it was jagged like his flesh was torn. Noting his wife's touch, Elieb said," That was a wolf's embrace, with it's jaws. It went right at my juggular aand barely missed it.You can say I was lucky, most of my company didn't make it.
0 Comments - Read comments - Leave a comment The Geddi WarDecember 31, 2009by rodenbough The key event in my galaxy is the Geddi War which raged between the Ximeraa Empire(the Geddi people) and the Shamashite Alliance. The two belligents had pursued opposing policies in the century leading up to the war. The Geddi had pursued a policy of ruthless,often genocidal conquest of neighboring star systems. The Alliance, a more mecantile people used trade and diplomacy to bind together the Alliance. The Alliance permitted the member systems to explore and utilize their systems while only colonizing uninhabited solar systems. The Invasion of the Solios/Antisolios System was the casus belli of the war.The Geddi tried to conquer a system protected from colonization by the Alliance becuse the system had an indigenous "First Century" civilization. In each of my contributions and personal solar systems, I have stated the political affiliation of each system on whether they belong to the Alliance or the Empire.
1 Comments - Read comments - Leave a comment TOMORROW'S WORLD #1 (Story Excerpts)November 06, 2009by stevenelson1 Excerpts from the novel TOMORROW’S WORLD by Steve Nelson TOMORROW’S WORLD is a Hot Scifi/Love novel by Steve Nelson. A man from the 20th Century awakens from a high tech hibernation experiment centuries in the future. In this future world nudity is the norm and sex is the passion. …”HELLO” he said. “My name is Vin147, I am the Administrator here…The nearest we can figure is that you’ve been in your Dream Machine for about 200 years”. I was stunned! “ We are very sorry to say that all who knew you are now dead and gone. But look on it this way” said Vin. “You’ve been given a new chance. Our way of life is very nice and you’ll see it soon.” * * * * * * I WAS AWARE of others that were there helping me along on the wheeled hospital bed. I also saw that they were all naked and bald, with a small gold chain and badge around their necks. They had wrist devices and some type of rubber slippers on their feet and that was it! I took special notice that some were women; and they all had big beautiful tits! “I’m in Heaven” I thought. * * * * * * THE RISE IN HEALTH and strength that my cock has received is astounding, not to mention the beautiful nurses that have helped me with toiletry and showering. I’ve wanted to just reach out and have a big taste of their lovely big tits for days now. * * * * * * VIN PAUSED and smiled, “I have a treat for you, then.” He stepped to the door and came back in a moment with an extremely lovely woman in tow. “Arthur, I want you to meet, ‘Female401E’. She will be your assigned companion to help you through your transition to our, or your, new way of life… Understand now, she is not your slave or your servant. Female401E is a qualified nurse.” 1 “From now on you are officially known as ‘Male501E’” said Vin. “Male501E, I believe you’ll be happy to know that Female401E is your downstairs neighbor.” * * * * * * “I AM VERY PLEASED to meet you” I said. “Please don’t be too formal” she said. “I am Female401E. I am here to help you with everything you may need. I’ll be by your side always unless you tell me to go away.” “Are you kidding?” I said. “I don’t think I’d tell you to go away if I live to be 100.” “Your new apartment is our first destination for today” she said. “Do you feel up to it?” “Lead on Honey, I’m sticking with you!” “Please, my name is Female401E!” she said. “Ok sorry, but the number part sounds to me so official and unfriendly, how about, ‘My Female?” I said. “Just Female’” she said. “As I am not yours.” “Ok. Deal. Female it is then” I said. “Male501E, you must understand that it is my job to help you learn and adjust to our ways, to make them your ways.” “OK. And I have an adjustment for you, then” I said with a smile. “When we’re together, you just call me ‘Male’, OK?” She thought a moment then said, “OK. We have a deal, ‘Male’.” ************ I SAT BACK on the hospital bed and gazed at her. She wanted to speak again but I shushed her. “Do you know how beautiful you are?” I said. “You remind me of a female I saw in a publication back in the 20th Century. Your eyes are simply delicious. I feel I will melt when I look at you… I just love that bronze skin tone you have… You are slim with nicely rounded hips and your ass is just gorgeous!” * * * * * * “Now Male, are you through enjoying my body?” she asked. “Never!” I said. 2 Female 401E spoke again in her sweet voice. “First I want to help you with what you’ll see when we exit the Medical Center. You will see females mounted on males as they go about their business. It is customary for females to mount a male for trips here and there. Females do not do a lot of walking in our society they simply mount a male if one is handy.” “As you’ve seen I am sure, the males here are incredibly strong in the legs and arms and of course you may also notice how large and strong the male’s cocks are.” * * * * * * “OK, YOU’LL ALSO see couples from time to time along the way and on the commuter trams making love. Do not stare. You see, in our society, beauty and love and making love are life-long desires we all have. Love and making love is what our society is all about. It is what we’ve been genetically engineered to do. We celebrate healthy living and sex. It is our way.” “No worries Female. I understand and agree fully.” * * * * * * TRUE to her word, as we left my room at the Medical Center hand in hand, I saw females here and there being carried about while mounted upon muscular males. I also saw couples here and there making love on couches and other soft pedestals which were placed along the way, as Female told me, just for that purpose. I also felt warm air circulated about me, in this beautiful domed city of love, so that walking about naked felt quite normal and comfortable. * * * * * * INDOOR HALLWAYS of the building are carpeted and outdoor ones are not. There is a nice pastel color décor for each level. As I walked along the hallway of level 2 of the building, a female came out of her apartment and was surprised to see me walking alone. 3 Hi, I am Male501E” I said. “I just moved in.” “Oh yes, I’ve heard of you. I am Female289E. You’re the male who has come to us from the past.” “Yes that’s me” I said. “I’ve been here only a short time and I’m just finding my way around.” “Well, come right in. You can pleasure me while I wash a few dishes” she said. So in I came and did as I was told. * * * * * * Female401 said to me a few minutes later as we lay there in an embrace, “Now, don’t you go and finish on me just yet, Male. You have a job to do down at the Medical Center.” “Ok, whatever you wish, Female” I said, sitting up. She wrapped her legs around me. “Are you sure you can do this?” she asked. “I believe I can Female” I said. Now, with strength I’d never before known, I rose up with her mounted on me. I walked out of the apartment as Female289 was saying, “Goodbye. Come and fuck me again won’t you?” “Yes Female,” I said. “I always do what I am told.” * * * * * * I WALKED PROUDLY with Female401E nicely mounted upon me like the other males did with their females. This was a wonderful moment for me, taking my place in this beautiful society as one of them. I walked with Female mounted on me all the way to the waiting tram on the street … “Now, what’s my job to do at the Medical Center?” I asked. Female told me that I must make a donation at the Sperm Bank. …”That sounds just super” I said, as I tasted her lovely tits. 5 ***Please see a nice write up at: www.myfavoritenudes.com In the ‘Our Friends’ section… Under the heading, ‘Erotic Literature’. The nice pics are put in by The Beachcomber Webmaster, they’re really swell! Read the nice review in the 6th BLOG section as well! *** Tomorrow’s World #1 is Spiral Bound, Self Published, Over 41,000 Hot and Exciting words and 8 ½ x 11 in size. For Ordering info please go to my nice website at: www.tomorrowsworldscifi1.com ALOHA ****CHECK IT OUT! Go to my site: www.tomorrowsworldscifi1.com and click the NEW link form You Tube and see my nice Slide Show about Tomorrow's World #1. It is Super! And Brand New!!
4 Comments - Read comments - Leave a comment ConfessionAugust 04, 2009by dakotastrange The planet has tilted some 20 degrees, you see. The full extent of the affects to what this extraordinary event will incur has not been realized. While the gaseous moon, Ideo, has began to visibly wobble, the gravitational pull of the other six moons have increased the height of tides and led to massive flooding. The northern-most hemisphere seems destined to remain in darkness, and here, Mammastar tracks across the southern horizon casting a dismal eerie light throughout the day. Yes, in the future the great scientific minds will offer up a rational explanation for this impossible event, but I know it was the work of them. Okay, let me take you back to some time ago. I had just come into my inheritance of a small estate just outside a small community. My family home had been built some 200 years ago by one of my illustrious ancestors. The ensuing generations had also prospered, but the last several had not, so I had inherited a stately abode filled with antiques but with little else in assets and a tiny stipend of cash. Wishing to familiarize myself with the surrounding community I took a drive, stopping at the many small shops, and introducing myself to other locals. Late in the afternoon as I made my way home, a sign by the road caught my attention. "ESTATE SALE-INVENTOR'S LAB; Scientific Instruments, Telescopes, Furnishings...All must go!!!" It seemed a good way to cap off the day, so I turned into the narrow drive. The popular items had been sold earlier, the sales manager explained, but looking and picking through what remained could prove interesting. I was a bit disappointed that the telescopes had gone, but I browsed about while really not knowing to what purpose of use most of the items had. I was puzzled at first by a strange cabinet, until I recognized that it was some sort of computer assemblage crafted from very rare wood. The sales manager explained the late inventor had built the system himself and foregoing the usual hi-tech mass produced metalized casing, had skillfully encased the electronics in this marvelous wood frame. Unfortunately, there was little interest among the buyers as without warranties and complete knowledge of the complex components it would prove to be something of a "white elephant." "Take it if you want it," the manager had said. "Everything must go...or go to the dump, and it is getting very late in the day." Oh, my friend, how I regret my rescue of this odd item. For it was to be in my first perusal of its programs that the monitor's screen burst into a dazzling display of digital squares. Squares pulsating, changing colors, moving about in some outrageous synchronized dance, and at the very center was an abyss of swirling black (there is no other way to explain it)...SMOKE. I know you will have a very difficult time in believing me. I wish it were a dream. I wish it were not true, but it was realty. As if through familiarity or habit, I placed my long finger into the vortex of black smoke, and I was as unconcerned or troubled that my finger passed through the plane of the screen as eating breakfast. At this time the printer began to print page after page of what I would later find to be nothing more than continuous letters, symbols and characters. Mesmerized, hypnotized, my finger and body entrapped...whatever it was, at this point they flooded my thoughts with scenes of coming events. Events that would soon come to pass, dear reader. Oh, these predictions in this first session seemed of a local scale...a severe thunderstorm, the good luck of a nearby neighbor winning the National Lottery, the meeting of my future wife. No, I did suspect, nor would I soon realize, that these predictions would all lead to tragedy and misery. I rationalized that I had entered the spirit world. Indeed, it was clear, I had become clairvoyant and I was dealing with ghost, the dead. I gave great thought to this newly found power and, of course, made pledges to myself to use this power wisely and justly. It was a few days later, when my good neighbor received word of his new fortune, and in great hast he made his way to the Lottery's headquarters. But, as he was ascending the steps to the Lottery's offices he took a hard fall which fractured his skull and, thereby, he died instantly. O, mon ami!! How stupid could I be in not seeing the dangers? And within days, an unexpected storm developed over the community. Bolt after bolt of lightning struck house after house and soon mile after mile of home after home were ablaze. Like an addict in need of a fix, I returned to my sessions with them, the other world. Ream after ream of paper passed through the printing machine. Prediction after prediction came to me. And, yes, their predictions always came true. Why, why, why...I asked myself. Why did I make no effort to contact the media to alert others to the coming events? Was I ashamed of my power? Was I afraid they would not believe me, and I would be harassed? There was something preventing me from revealing these things, but what? Could it be them? Shamefully, sheepishly, I walked down the narrow streets lying raw in the dismal aftermath of the fires. My heart hurt from the saddening sights, and in my deepest despair there she appeared...ah, ah, ah, love. her face so skillfully etched with intricate patterns of scar tissue, her ebony eyes like glassy orbs glistening with reflected light. She was certainly not the type to interested in an oaf such as me, I had thought, but with no hesitation she enlisted me in conversation and I was soon to take no notice of the devastation around us. What a fool, what a fool! Yes, mon cher, we were married the very next day. There was no honeymoon for her pursuit of the new and modern became evident right away. She said she couldn't live with all of this old stuff in my house. She was to a rent a storage place and have things moved there, out of sight and out of her way. But, I knew, deep down I knew there was no storeroom, but I looked the other way, and so as not to raise her ire, pretended there to be such a place. Item after item, memory after memory, heirloom after heirloom was sent away, all the while her wardrobe grew and grew. The house soon was almost bare except for necessities. Don't worry she had said, for she had plans to refurnish our home with the very latest things...modern things, useful things...not dusty old junk. My love for her could not be doused, even, when in moments of anger she spat out venomous, hurtful slurs, such as the fact she had only married me for money. She truly believe she deserved only the best of things. So being in this state of mind and circumstances, I warmly greeted an elderly fellow who arrived at my door. He introduced himself to be Kharppa, brother of the inventor from whose estate I had attained the odd computer. It was very important, he explained, that he know of any strange or unusual occurrences which may have transpired with my use of the apparatus. At first, I revealed little, but soon his persistent questions led me to tell all. He listened attentively to my stories, and with painful grimaces shook his head as I told of the spirit's predictions. He then told me he had been reading through his brother's papers, and that it was not the spirit world that I had contacted but ALIENS. Well, perhaps they were alien spirits he mused, but whether from another dimension or from within the known universe they were dedicated to bringing havoc and disaster to the planet and its lifeforms...perhaps, even destroying all. Kharppa's brother had become suspicious of their actions, yet, under some sort of spell or power he could not tell anyone...however, he could write it all down. Yes, these were not predictions but were well perceived schemes unleashed through some unknown power. It was dangerous. Okay, comrade, I have asked you to believe in the supernatural, but now I must ask you to forget that and now believe in these unseen aliens. I do not lie for that I have no reason. Kharppa pleaded with me to allow him to witness a session. With him standing nearby I called up the dancing digital squares and placed my finger into the swirling black smoke. As usual, the printer began its frantic pace of printing, but shortly after they had entered my mind, my visitor pulled the power plug from its socket and the machine went blank. I stared down at the nub which was once my finger. Only two joints of its five joints remained. There was no blood, no scar, but only a clean surface as if I have been born so afflicted. While apologizing profusely that his act had resulted in the loss of most of my finger, the good soul excitedly pointed out that it was his brother's doing that enabled the aliens to gain entrance into our world. The machine and papers must be destroyed at once. Well, you know, I wanted my finger back and another session seemed the only way, but Kharppa's persuasive and urgent words soon made me realize that now we had likely angered them. I recalled just before the power was turned off that they had just begun to tell me the planet would tilt. So we loaded his vehicle with the instrument and boxes upon boxes of printed papers. Yes, yes, yes, he would immediately have every paper and ever scrap of the machine incinerated. A great relief seemed to arise in me as I watched his vehicle exit the drive. She really needed no excuse, but the convenient mishap to my finger was the one to which she latched herself. She could not tolerate such a disfigurement...it was creepy...it was horrible...it was sickening. She left me and immediately filed for divorce. As I roamed the sparsely furnished rooms, I knew she had ruined me both spiritually and financially, but, in confidence with you, I admit if she returned that very day I would joyously welcome her home. I suspect it is something that they instilled within me. So, you now see, the planet has tilted on its axes, and I sit in my cell awaiting my execution. Gullible, naive me. I trusted the kindly stranger to destroy the machine and now I have been convicted of his murder, although, no body has ever been found. But I know. I know he has gone to join them. I know. After all, the first three joints of my finger were found in his workshop. My prints were so easily traced. I told them every detail as to how the events had transpired, just as I told you. I did not kill anyone. Why don't they believe me? You believe me, don't you?
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