The Twentieth – World War 2.1.01, by Savo

The Twentieth – WORLD WAR 2.1.01, by Savo

Kevin Savage, 1st FanFic Festival entry posted July 1, 2006 at 1:11 AM

15 January 2021 01:10 GMT.   The first warning came when the medical telemetry began screaming.  The Mission Control doctor monitoring the panels reached up without really looking and pressed the reset/test button. Five seconds later, the time taken for the computers to self test, bounce the signal to the moon ordering a reset/self test on the astronaut’s neck implant and return, the monitor began screaming again.  Then another one started, and another, and another, quickly follow by more.  The doctor’s mouth hung open.  She blinked, but otherwise was frozen by what was happening.  Finally, fumbling for her mike, she called the Mission Controller.

Wireless – Tygertim8

Jane was stepping down the stairs wearing only her “Madame Butterfly” robe, her heaving bosom bouncing with each step.

The Surfer – Lobes

The surfer sat astride his board, legs dangling in the cool pacific water.

My Heart Will Go On – Savo

Manny and Larry were sitting in a bar in Reykjavík.

Cry Havock – Mr The Rhino

The observation room was separated from the thickly padded room by two inches of sound-proofed and mirrored glass.

The Wave – Alan Moore

(Hawaii. Crowded. FLASH. Darkness. Space? Oh god…)

Kids! – Oldsinger

Mrs. Zazbog skittered down the hallway of her plasma yurt.

The Long week – GirlClumsy

Shaun drew on the joint, breathing the rough smoke deep into his lungs.

This Golfing Life – Dr Yobbo

David Lawrence had lost a few things in the two years since the Great Stellar Shitfight.

The Rodent – sibeen

The hub-bub outside the conference room went up a notch and as Major Gen Gillespie raised his head Howard strode into the room.

…and taketh away – Guru Bob

The Lord giveth…

Dear Mrs First Lady – NoWhereBob

It seemed that half the nutbags and fruitbars who had survived the Wave considered First Lady Barb Kipper a back channel to the President.

The Heaviest Duty – Uno y Dos – Jose J. Clavell

W+20

On the patio – Matt Keith (again with the not so short …)

As the shadows lengthened and the foothills of the sierra shone purple in the gloaming the four of them were sitting out the back of Karsten’s house on an assortment of plastic garden furniture arranged on the patio.

Russian Roulette – sparty

Lieutenant Colonel Nabrakov of the FSB was a worried man.

The Wee Men – savo

The lights flickers as the big generator cut in, it’s low rumble vibrating the air throughout the compound.

It’s…. – Barnesm

“So Barnesm what do you think caused The Wave”?

We Few, We Brave Few, We Band of Cheeseburgers – DArkman

Stephen Francis Murphy ran past the bodies of the Cheeseburger irregulars, spun around and yelled “Rhino, Havoc To Me!”, mustering the last of fanbase.

Wichita Falls – Brian C (not so short …)

At the time of the Wave Damien had been married for 5 years and was experiencing some marriage troubles.

Schrödinger’s Damned Cat – Barnesm

Toni laid the king down on the board.

Scapegoat – MickH

Gary Kovak lifted the whisky glass unsteadily off the bar, spilling a little of the goldern fluid and earning a silent frown from the bartender.

Equal Rights – Barnesm

Julie turned and asked, “pass us another tray of seedlings, Granny”

Tastes Like Chicken -Samuel C.

Randy Green was getting off work at his job at Microsoft.

April Fool – Sweet Jane Says

This is an April Fools thing – right?

Stavros – Paul Nicholas Boylan

When Stavros was in Seattle, he stopped for lunch at Roxy’s Diner on 36th Street.

Destiny – Madoc

Destiny.

Blue Screen of Death – Mark R. Whittington

Craig Cram was one of the millions of Americans who had suddenly found themselves exiled when the wave wiped out much of North America.

Whidbey Island – Trinity64

This space reserved for Whidbey Island

Thommo and Derek – drej

Thommo and Derek, college freshmen fortunate enough to be vacationing in Alaska when the wave hit.

No More Heroes- Chaz

The night was warm and humid for a change

Agent Frellman – Abe

Agent Frellman had just finished his weekly meeting with Raoul Castro. Secondment to the DGI in Havana was agreeing with Frellman, as it was helping him hone his sausage-making skills in his spare time. When he wasn’t chasing down Cayman Island money launderers and rogue credit derivative traders, of course.

Alien Space Bats – Guy Roberts

Francis put down the telephone and turned back to the computer screen in front of him.

204f – NoWhereBob

204f braked against the gravity of a large yellow star. If a simple robot could, it would have been bored spit-less, but as this was its purpose in existing it just did its job with a minimum of fuss.