Sci Fi
The Heads Inherit the Earth
Before mankind had been all but wiped from the world, deep in the Peruvian jungle a successful young tech mogul was marching through the bush in search of answers or really one answer. The answer she has searched for her whole life. The one question we all have sitting in the back of our minds, the one answer that is the most elusive. The question that has formed hundreds if not thousands of religions. The question that has haunted Julie most of her life. What is beyond death?
By Archie Tut5 years ago in Fiction
The Frontier
Marshal pulled her cruiser over atop the mountain overlooking Jackson Lake. In one fluid motion, she threw her leg over the bike, sliding her lever-action from its holster on the bike and transferring it to her leg holster as she drew her scanner from the saddlebags. The gravel crunched under her boots as she walked towards the edge of the winding pass overlooking the valley. She attached the scanner to the side of her helmet, letting it survey the landscape and transfer the data to her visor’s display.
By Rion Duncan5 years ago in Fiction
Emulsified
We can’t live on this part of Earth any more. The air is getting more difficult to breathe. Each breath brings a deep subtle fire to my chest. I suppose it's not as painful as the agonizing awareness of the inevitable. Sometimes I think things could get better but the more death I see the more hope wavers. There have been talks of “transition ports,” not to be mistaken for the luxurious state of the art BioEngineering harbors on the right side of the planet. If there aren’t 20 zeros in your paycheck, prepare to kiss Death on his cheek.
By Stella Emrick5 years ago in Fiction
The Other Planet
“Their bodies were alive, and their brains were functioning, but their souls were gone,” says Zhumon. A mysterious woman from the Blue Mountain on the planet of Uranus, entering the house of the first case in the small town of Cronos. She looks at the little boy's body and says in a firm quiet voice, “so it’s happening again!”. She was well respected in the galaxy. Legend says Zhumon came from many lives, helped many worlds from destruction, but Earth. That planet was broken and irreplaceable.
By Yuliana Arias 5 years ago in Fiction
Aliens
It started with the lights – harsh and blinding lights that dropped from the heavens three days ago. The ships behind them were black, growling beasts that began to ravage the jungle the moment they touched the ground. Plants were trampled, trees were uprooted, and my village was completely destroyed. Some of us got out in time; sprinting to outpace the monstrous ships and taking refuge deep in the jungle. Most did not.
By Stephanie Nielsen5 years ago in Fiction
The Colorless
Every morning at seven o’clock Mr. Tollet stood at his east facing office window on the 77th floor of his place of work, on Seventh Avenue, in district 77 and sipped his dark roast from his white porcelain cup while looking out at the morning commuters. He watches with pale eyes as the men and women move carefully about on the grid that used to be Seattle. Not that it resembles anything of that chaotic mess. No winding roads or cul-de-sacs. Elevation is a thing of the past as well. Just a flat plane of perfectly square blocks for miles and miles. When he looks across the street he can see a mirror image of the building he is standing and be reassured. Satisfied, Mr. Tollet takes another sip.
By Lincoln Pulliam5 years ago in Fiction
Hidden Oasis
Life on Earth was altered greatly after the great sickness, I have heard and read of this, but it was before my time. My life has been sad and lonely, the council controls us. They tell us what to do, when, and how to do it, my biggest problem with this is I’m not like everyone else. I hide my differences and push others out of my life even as they ask.
By Heather Stanton5 years ago in Fiction
After the Modification
I never should have believed them, he muttered to himself, his sweaty clothing clinging to his back and legs as he shoveled the debris. At least I think I shouldn’t have trusted them, who can remember? The designers would know. The sun seemed hotter today. Was it always this hot? He couldn’t be sure, the only thing he was sure of was that there was no beauty in the world except for the heart shaped locket.
By Grace McCullar5 years ago in Fiction
Undercurrent
“Grindostater units recommissioned for service on Nereynis,” were the words Psiona finally heaved out. “That’s the one.” As holographic newspaper-clippings went it was a perfunctory two-paragraph job at best, but of all Psiona’s numerous team-mates clustered round her control-desk in the asteroidal headquarters’s monitoring-cave, no humanoid or mini-jeep felt in much of a position to start second-guessing. Ever since their empty-handed return from the Rings of Xandreth, Psiona had applied herself to nothing short of unstinting toil over the galaxy’s media-streams. Carmilla, though she knew from experience how stubborn and determined girls that age could be, had more than once been on the brink of treating Psiona like one of her own little sisters and insisting she stopped taxing herself thus.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
