Sci Fi

Guelito's Gift
The door to guelo’s high rise apartment was left ajar. I clutched my vintage heart shaped locket in anticipation. Then I crept my way towards the door and when I entered and realized the apartment’s A.I. failed to greet me, I knew something was wrong.
By Orlando5 years ago in Fiction
Day One
It only took one day. The world was in shambles, and showed us just how barely pieced together it all really was. What was once thought as the strongest bonds, left as careless whispers in the wind. For some, the world seemed routine, almost quiet in comparison to the direction things went. The 9-5 bustle of wake up, shower, eat, work, eat, work, eat, sleep and repeat. For most people this was their life, but no longer. One day after, no one had a regular place of work anymore, or routine. All financial institutions, hospitals, news networks and military resources were all either obliterated, ransacked, or operating rogue. Humanity was all on their own, without a clue how to mend it all. As always, humanity reacted to diversity as one would expect, with fierce opposition. It must have been a mistake, or lapse of judgement that someone allowed this to happen. Humanity has never even treated themselves kindly, let alone other species.
By Aaron Mullet5 years ago in Fiction
Heart of the Tower
Galia entered the tower with shaking steps. Half-irons prowled outside, unaware of her presence. Their azure eyes cast eerie glows across the moonless night of the broken city. Their once human bodies making strange creaking noises in the dark as they watched for anyone who dared step foot near The Tower.
By Wyatt Trueb5 years ago in Fiction
The Gift from the Past
The wind was picking up. Climbing through the towers, Jericho made his way up to one of the still-standing skyscrapers. Maybe this time he will get lucky.
By Katya Saturday5 years ago in Fiction
One Small Step
Thin and worn, the soles of his boots were doing nothing to protect his aching feet from the heat of the road. He winced as his battered flesh crunched over another pebbly patch in the dust.
By T. L. H. Auty5 years ago in Fiction
CorTina's Apocalypse
Frank's eyes slowly tracked the rising plumes of turgid black smoke with a grim expression on his exhausted face. He had found himself an unmarred view of Broadway Avenue from the fifth floor of an old brick tenement. The shattered cityscape that had once been a bustling lower Manhattan slowly darkening into an artificial night before him.
By Nick Lehner5 years ago in Fiction
The Sun's Poison
The girl can’t remember the last time she saw the sunlight. She can’t even remember if sunlight is actually real or if it’s a figment of her imagination that she’s held on to, to comfort herself.
By McKenzie Leary5 years ago in Fiction
She Who Wears Her Heart On Her Sleeve
Her name was Mallory, from the french derivative mallorée, meaning the unfortunate one. It was fitting; she died twice in her life.
By Juline Firne5 years ago in Fiction
Unbelievable Discovery
“Jaden we cannot do this. Leaving the ship is prohibited. We will be shipped back.” Eric warned her. “I am doing it now and you can come or stay. Did you take care of the alarm on the door?” She wanted to make sure that was done. Out the door they went.
By Frances Smith5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart Locket
The few shovels available had been lent to the westendRatCommunity. So in the east end Territory, Naisha and everybody else used pieces of metals to open up more space in the compact wall.
By Ellina Sofianou5 years ago in Fiction
Pink Spiders
“Shut that alarm down!” ordered Section Leader Barnes as a klaxon blared and a red light swirled around the chamber. “What is the status?” he had obviously been disturbed in his sleep as he finished getting dressed.
By Lois Brand5 years ago in Fiction
District 111
The air near District 111 is thinner so it was crucial to bring a few extra tanks of oxygen, although it made a large dent in Prosperity's supplies budget. "The dent was necessary," Frank said before we all departed from the rooftop hanger. Frank said a lot of things before the war, or so I was told. Afterward... he chose his words carefully and stoically. He had a right not to talk if he didn't want to divulge, after all, he was there during The Fall. October 14th, 2089 was the exact date and year the bees disappeared.
By S.C. Nierenberg5 years ago in Fiction