Sci Fi
Lessie
August 10, 2043 The two halves were opened up. On the left side, a picture of her twin brother Jessie, and an image of her mother Ruth on the right. Despite the dismal state of things, Lessie never imagined this would be her reality, Jessie dead, her mother missing, and herself stranded on an island. It was her first time leaving home and here she was, by herself in a strange place, completely terrified. The monotonous sounds of the tide were the only thing giving her solace. A moment later, she heard rustling in the jungle behind her.
By Hollie Brown5 years ago in Fiction
The Three Worlds
By 2102, the polar ice caps have melted, and sea levels have risen, forcing the earth to become a watery wasteland. Floating around the outer atmosphere, the Horizon space station is shaped like a giant circular tower with sections dividing the departments. A large glass donut section is one giant swimming pool. Another Section has several small windows for the luxury suites. A large greenhouse section is the farming and livestock department. The main hanger bay is the large middle section connected to the planet with a cone-shaped elevator. The station rotates to simulate gravity. Robots manage the cargo bay because there is no gravity due to its connection to the elevator.
By Art Sotelo5 years ago in Fiction
The Rain
The muddy rain soaked through her wool coat. Her hair was matted and stuck to her face. Her shoulders shuddered with a shiver or sob; it was hard to tell which. The rain made it hard to see and covered everything in a thick layer of sludge. She hated him right now.
By Glenda Beecham5 years ago in Fiction
The Stamp
That’s the thing about the Fore Fellows, it’s as though they can still feel through their memories, even if not in flesh. You can see it flash in their eyes when they tell the stories of the time before chains. Before the dragons awoke. Dodden says not to trust them, that they’re programmed with lies to give us false hope; make us believe we came from something greater than this so that we stay strong enough to keep feeding the web. But I don't think so. Maybe I’m naive, maybe I just want to believe, because nothing else makes sense. This misery, this endless suffering.
By Cressida Lavinia Vega5 years ago in Fiction
The Instrument of Emanations
Nysa ran her fingers over the pitted silver of the locket around her neck. It had become a nervous habit. If she were playing a round of poker with the vandal kids in the mess hall it would be her tell. She’d kick herself after losing the few credits she had managed to hold on to and swear to never play another round with them again….but this wasn’t a poker game. She wasn’t in the mess hall, tucked safely away underground with the rest of the resistance and the stakes of this game were much higher.
By Helen Ward5 years ago in Fiction
The Shift
One of the Fallen lay splayed across the tiled floor on its back. Its eyes looked ready to pop out of their sockets and its body, if you could call it that, looked about as broken and unrecognizable as he had come to expect. It began dragging itself by its only remaining limb along the floor. Every move was strained with the pop of broken bones, and the path behind it was stained with congealed gore. Neil almost felt pity for it, watching as it panted with excitement while writhing along the ground towards him.
By Luke Griffiths5 years ago in Fiction
