Sci Fi

The Promise
Start It wasn't as if she couldn't remember what it was like before, but more so that she chose to leave that reality behind. After all, that distant past was a paradise while this, was little more than a desert wasteland. While the beautiful dreams continued to fade day after day, the growing nightmares grew in their place.
By Laura Jungen5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart-Shaped Locket
Blackhawk, California 2030 Elise was woken abruptly by the sound of the sirens blaring loudly. Her sleep had been broken by very vivid dreams and now her heart was racing. She sat to and slipped on her shoes and headphones to block out the noise as if by reflex and started running. The sirens signalled a breach in the outer perimeter of the containment facility which meant having to flee down to the control centre to deploy nerve gas to bring the intruders down.
By Mieko Louise5 years ago in Fiction
Entry Point
Desolate red dunes came to an abrupt end against a towering off-white wall stretching out to my left and right further than I could see. Amazing how they kept it white as it was. My dune buggy needed to cool off. The solar batteries were humming under the hood letting me know overheating was a real possibility. The gauges barely worked reliably so I had to watch it like a child, I didn’t mind. The Kevlar canopy was worn but kept the sun off me while I drove. I stopped rolling and sat studying the wall with an antique monocular.
By Jeff Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
Ashes of a Nation
The wavy lines and snowy fuzz around the edges of the screen were even more pronounced than the last time Kayla had turned on the TV.
By Allison Oesterle5 years ago in Fiction
Sonic of Voices
Huuu-aaaaah huuu-aaah huuu-aaaah!!! I gotta huuuu-aaaaah!!!... I…I…huu-aah see bodies everywhere running frantically. I’m huu-aaah I’m trying to huuu-aaah to focus….every…everything is…. a little blurry. But, I’m ok…..huu-aaah….huu-aaah….mmmhh…huu-aaah I’m huuu-aaaah catching my breath.
By Wendy D Gulley5 years ago in Fiction
A Requiem Lost, A Requiem Found.
The Sun blew no whistling winds on the fated husk that was once his home. Indeed, if he were to be observant and had the proclivity to do so, he could even see the ashy particulates hang in the air like dust balls in an old western. The roads that winded into town lay barren now, as did the dilapidated houses which sat like bloated corpses in that sea of humidity. Paint flaked on the picket fences, Rusty nails protruded from vacant doorways, broken concrete littered roads like the pox.
By ian lambert5 years ago in Fiction
Gone To The Dogs
Gone To The Dogs For most of my sixty years on this Earth I was just another poor, forgotten, homeless soul roaming the unforgiving Manhattan streets. I owned nothing, lived nowhere and, to society at large, was nobody.
By Rich Courage5 years ago in Fiction
URANIAN VIOLET
URANIAN VIOLET The Uranus Robotic Survey Assignment mission of 2133 had been successful. The URSA probe had returned after orbiting Uranus seven months, thrice dipping into its gaseous atmosphere, sending back streams of data and taking samples. Big media coverage of the returned probe landing had possibly caused the error. Scientists and astronomers had gloated over the information disks, passing over a few seemingly unobtrusive, purple stains on the skin of the probe. They were briefly studied, determined unexplainable and forgotten in the wealth of other details.
By Stephen Vernarelli5 years ago in Fiction
Subsector Delta
The thing about running is you've got to have a plan before you start. To be clear, I'm not saying you have to run. We're not talking life or death here. But if you've harvested enough from the fields to meet minimum bounty, you want to try to keep what's in your pack. Lose enough bounties and you will start to risk your life.
By Zachary Crane5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart Shaped Locket
"All of us gathered here this night understand technically, theoretically and clinically, the necessity of rules and the principles behind them." Alina the Bard shifted upon her makeshift platform, eying the gathered crowd. I loved listening to her voice. "Rules properly placed provide true freedom. However life’s not that simple. Rules soon become laws and oppression sets in. Oppression is intolerable. So, once free, how do we keep rules from going beyond their intended purpose? How do we make them guide, protect, and serve us? Are they there to hinder us, or help us and do we have the right to break them, if its what’s needed.
By J.T. Geist5 years ago in Fiction
Brushing Goodbye
Beth slowly stretched her fingers towards the golden locket. When her fingers touched the cool, heart-shaped metal, a soft sound escaped her lips; somewhere between a sob and an exhalation of relief.
By Ivy Griffith 5 years ago in Fiction
Fire Starter
The trees on the other side of the town wall were sticks. It hadn’t rained in almost two months; the forest floor was full of dried leaves and twigs that would crunch when stepped on. Connor was happy when he was back within the town walls, where the trees and fields were watered, the vegetation lush. Nothing looked like it was slowly dying, choking on drought. The walk around the walls of the city was quiet, solemn. Connor had to almost jog to keep up with his father. Even though he was no longer Fire Chief, every four years during Fire Week, which marked the start of Fire Season, the Community would stop watering the surrounding trees and vegetation, letting the natural drought take place.
By Lauren 5 years ago in Fiction