Sci Fi
Building H34
Building H34 was the same as H33 and H35 on either side, formed from concrete and glass, perfectly cubic in every aspect. The grass that fills in the gaps between the buildings is shorn flat as a table every Saturday at 12:01 AM on the dot. There are no doors, for what use did a civilized world have for them? There was no crime, no distrust.
By Audrey Kaye Blue5 years ago in Fiction
Lost and Found
Do you believe a place has a spirit? I always thought it was nonsense. But now? Now there are so few places left. Alone, in the darkness of the old radar station, I can feel the press of them – spirits of houses, streets, cities with nowhere left to go, all vying for possession of this concrete relic.
By Debbie Bambrick5 years ago in Fiction
In the end…
Somewhere in a remote town in Virginia “400…… million ……. 400 million people dead. I can’t believe it. It was just 1 week ago they were discussing about this unknown virus in tomatoes. TS-15 Hmmm.” Khalan was shaking his head as he was mumbling to himself. He wore a brown t-shirt that matched his caramel skin complexion. He stood about six feet tall but was crouching among some bushes across the street from the Global Virology Network building. It was the perfect opportunity to enter the building as the very last of the cleaning staff were about to leave. A Caucasian woman in her late 20s with dark brown hair walked out of the building and locked the building doors with a key. Khalan waited for a few minutes until she drove off in her red Toyota Corolla.
By Tammy Oruwariye5 years ago in Fiction
Servant of Chaos
BIRDS™ sang in the TREES™ decorating Lovelink Plaza. LB78-MFL sat alone on a bench, clutching something in his hand. The plaza was elevated, giving him a good view of the sprawling city. Staring out at the silver-blue buildings of Sunland Metro, he watched the auto-trains coursing through the transport tubes, snaking around, over, and through the skyscrapers.
By Mack Devlin5 years ago in Fiction
Earths Final Hope
According to all salvageable records the apocalypse was slow and painful rather than an explosive event. Their actual take over occurred in just one day. The alien invasion force had been making clandestine soft-landings for weeks increasing their numbers on the ground in preparation for their offensive. They had already infiltrated the offices and staffs of many of our military and political leaders before we were aware of their existence and the existential threat they posed. The most vulnerable proved to be those that worked in mass media like internet and television due to their heavy exposure to the signals. The mysterious signals of course which have been blamed for debilitating the thought processes of all humans who were exposed. Millions of people were apparently affected daily, for months on end, before the Iranian Sheikh convinced his military counterparts in their government to release the discoveries of their cyber teams to the rest of the world. A foreign signal had been detected layered in our satellite transmissions, and it was not from Earth!
By Steven L. May5 years ago in Fiction
What Must Be Done
“Welcome to Rebirth," an intercom announced in the barren room. No artwork or decor adorned the cobblestone walls. Kari woke up a few seconds ago in a cramped cottage. She rose from the lumpy bed and placed her bare feet on the cool, exposed earth. A pair of stark white sneakers were perfectly staged beside the bed; perfect size and matching the rest of her tailored athleisure outfit.
By Adam DiFusco5 years ago in Fiction
Overgrown
His girlfriend always used to tell him that when humans went extinct, plants would reclaim the earth, and it would be beautiful. As he stared up at the stars through the gaps in the canopy he wondered if she ever considered what would happen if they reclaimed it while we were still here.
By Carlos Carthage 5 years ago in Fiction
Decoded
When I heard that Med-Stock was low in supply, my dreams of the end nearing were confirmed. Over the past month, sector-wide blackouts have incre ased exponentially; blips, as I prefer to call them. For most, the high-frequency surges induce sleep attacks. For glitches, like me, they’re telegrams of activations and energetic downloads. Med-Stock, the supplier of our mandatory medications and supplements, is advertised as the backbone of our society, claiming that they keep our internal systems healthy and our performance optimal. I’d agree that from the House’s perspective, medicated functioning is optimal, though I’d argue that it’s due to an increase in susceptibility that facilitates such conformity and “order.”
By Sema Melek5 years ago in Fiction
To Where You Belong
A blazing orange varnished the sky as the young woman peered through the broken window. The moon was much closer to the earth in this world. It was adorned with shades of vermilion and titian. It radiated enough light to deceive one into thinking it was daytime. She released a sigh of frustration.
By The Sisters Wrenn5 years ago in Fiction
Anomaly
Black eyes. How strange, Charlie thought. Why do her eyes have no color? He had light pale blue eyes. Her mother had brown eyes. Their grandparents a mix of blue and brown and even green. Charlie had expected her eyes to be blue. He just had a sixth sense that his little Alexandra would be a girl and have blue eyes. He was fifty per cent right, he thought. But, again, how strange to not have any color. Are all babies born this way now? Do all babies have black eyes?
By KingSanIII5 years ago in Fiction
