Sci Fi

Zen
Imagine a world where amputation, transplants, and eventually even cancer could be totally fixed or cured. Experiment Zen was intended to help teach cells to transfigure into different types of cells that could then be used as part of surgeries and other procedures to then produce cures to major diseases. However, Experiment Zen was never meant to learn how to breach outside of the program walls. For young five-year-old Kate Cruz, it went much further than that. Her parents were two of the lead scientists conducting the experiment, but Zen, while bordering success, was one of the biggest scientific failures ever known. With no warning, the scientists put up a losing battle with forces beyond their control. Once Zen had been completely programmed, it was activated and placed under intense surveillance. The night before the observation was the last time Kate ever saw her parents alive. All that she had left to remember them by was a heart-shaped pendant that her father had given her mother to celebrate their new creation. Now, twenty years later, the world is very different from the things we learn in our history books.
By Chelsey Seal5 years ago in Fiction
In Your Dreams
She was swimming, her arms gliding rhythmically against the waves. She knew she was dreaming, but even though it wasn’t real, she enjoyed it.
By Stacia Demott5 years ago in Fiction
Blink of an eye
It all happened so fast… nobody was ready. First they fell from the sky… April 7th 3022 9:30 pm We were eating dinner like a “traditional family” if you can call what we have a family at this point.
By Alena Burns5 years ago in Fiction
HEART OF THE ABYSS
Computer… Yes Martin? How long until we reach our destination? Approximately two hours, twenty three minutes, and 18 seconds.
By Brian Keith McMurray5 years ago in Fiction
Escape from Doomsday
I fling myself onto the small beach amongst the jagged rocks, coughing up the salty water. Like a molting seal, I flop onto my back and fall into deep sleep. When I wake hours later, it’s as if I’m again taking my first breath. Two pairs of dark eyes search my face and motionless shape for life.
By Allison Lovejoy5 years ago in Fiction
"A Flaming Hot Take"
She walks over to the kitchen table, slowly pulls out a chair and becomes absorbed by it, exhausted. After taking some time to vapidly gaze out into space and fiddle with some miscellaneous junk objects on the messy, round table, she looks up at me standing next to the pantry.
By Paul Daniel5 years ago in Fiction
Sunshine
“What... the... Hell... happened?”, Jeanine thought, as she stared blankly off into the abyss of what was once her hometown. She stood amongst the rubble of her childhood home; now just a scattering of debris. Snapping out of her trance-like state, Jeanine realized she was standing where her bedroom had once been. Tears streamed down her dust covered cheeks, leaving winding lines of white in their wake.
By Kristi Haynes5 years ago in Fiction
Now or Never
Dear diary, I will try t o keep this brief, yet there's so much that has happened. The trees are withered, they skies are grey and there isn't any sign of human life. What was a comfortable evening on the couch turned into a complete nightmare. I remember I had just hang up with my mother. She was so elated that her garden was sprouting. She couldn't slow down quick enough to allow me time to process everything she was saying. Something about she can't wait to clear land and grow more vegetables.
By Steelo Chris5 years ago in Fiction
The Night That Never Ended
A year ago, today, marks the beginning of the end. I remember being awakened by a thunderous crash, something I’ve never heard before. A military helicopter had crashed down into a fiery explosion on the street below, right outside my bedroom window. My apartment building shook to the core like an earthquake. I remember my heart pounding in my chest, my ears ringing from the blast. It took me a few minutes to fully grasp the level of danger I was in. I immediately jumped out of bed and crawled towards the window to see what had happened. That damned window, it was like looking into a picture frame of hell on earth. I stood up to a crouched position just below the windowsill and looked out into the blaze trying to make sense of what just happened. At first, I couldn’t see them, but I could hear their crafts hovering above. Next thing I know the air force had arrived in the city. As jets blasted by overhead, I looked up and saw them for the first time. An unknown alien force with unparalleled technology and weaponry the world has never seen. It was in that very moment, I knew, the end of days had begun.
By Alex F5 years ago in Fiction
There will be no regrets.
I’ve told her to put on her best clothes on account of the special occasion. Just four days ago mother died, now this; it’s an important week for the family. Trying to explain the nature of the event proved too confusing for her brother when his time came, so we didn’t bother much this time around. It’s not the processing capabilities of a five year old’s mind that I have little faith in—if anything, we keep finding our young to be fit to undergo the procedure at earlier and earlier ages—, but rather the biological condition that is to be emotional. Case in point, even if an attempt had been made to explain to her the milestone she’s about to go through, she could not stop crying long enough to hear it. She misses her grandmother so much, she says, yet it’s only been four days since her passing. How silly.
By Cesar Perez5 years ago in Fiction
Dear Diary, I Lied
“Dear Diary,” That’s how I always started my writings in my beat up old notebook… I don’t know why, nostalgia, I guess. Maybe I just wanted to be like a “normal” teenager from back in the day. Back when you went to the store to buy things, instead of to scavenge, and hope the items you needed hadn’t already been pillaged or destroyed. Back when cars where for driving and showing off, not for dodging behind and using for cover. Back when… yeah, back in the day. It really hadn’t been that long ago, six months, maybe a little less. How quickly the city had become mayhem. I remembered it like it was a million year ago, like a lifetime ago. The EMP, electromagnetic pulse, that had knocked out communication systems, then the air strikes that had taken out the power grids. There were rumors of country places that were still living like normal, that faraway from the cities life went on like it had before. That other countries had power, and phones, and television. There was no way to confirm that, though, so we scavenged what we could, fought others off, and survived. Waiting for confirmation that we weren’t the last people on earth. No one in our crowd knew what had caused the EMP or the airstrikes. Dillion thought it was aliens, Cassy said it was the Russians (her words: “it’s always the damn Russians.”). Eddie said it was our own government, showing other cities around the country what would happen if they tried to rebel (“…how else do you explain the fact that there’s no help coming from anywhere?”). I thought it was miserable. I thought it was Hell, and I didn’t care where it came from, I just wanted out.
By Sarah Lockwood5 years ago in Fiction
Chasing the Light
Blinding white light. An earth-shattering roar. Then nothingness. When the nuclear bombs were detonated across the globe, they wiped out the weak and solidified the strong as the trailblazers of the First Universal Order. Social Darwinism may have originated with the Old Kind, but here it was at its finest. FUOs (shorthand for the government officials) waited within the vicinity of every explosion across the globe, ready to sift through the rubble to find survivors. When survivors were found, FUOs swiftly implanted microchips into their brains while they were still unconscious. These microchips allow the First Universal Order to control everything that the survivors do and think, eliminating their free will and thus any possibility of recovering the life they once lived.
By Lauren King5 years ago in Fiction