Sci Fi
The Little Things
432 days since it last rained. 206 since the reservoir reached critical capacity; 55 since it dried up entirely. 673 days since they recommended we wear oxygen masks and radiation suits outside, 330 since we couldn’t breathe or move outside without them.
By Elise Victoria5 years ago in Fiction
1 drop of Endorphonezia & 2 drops of Deemotionephix
Deemotion Defensive Soldiers What is this thing going in my head? Why is my heart beating so fast? Why am I shaking? Where was I? Who was that Ro-Man? She exactly looked like me. Not so Ro-Man. How I got there and how I am back here? Ughhh.. Not again. Not today. This is the most important day of my life! Why am I not normal? Luckily, looks like my bracelet haven’t noticed anything. Maybe I should get up and see Mr.Khanigan. First thing is first. Got to break my night fast with 1 drop of endorphonezia… Bye bye weird thing in my head! And of course, last but not least… 2 drops of deemotionephix. Ha! I like how they take this “weirdo” feeling right away.
By Munkhnaran Khandsuren5 years ago in Fiction
Planet for Change
Alone Dear Diary, It' been about 3 months, there still hasn't been any signs of life besides me. I still can't comprehend how I got stuck here. Everyone is dead and I'm here, alive, in a city I know nothing about. I've tried to remember the day it happened but it was all a flash. All I can remember is laying out in the sand, sun bathing. Never thought my honey moon would turn out like this. My family is most likely... gone. It hurts to even think about it but there's no point in being hopeful. Today I'm going to go looking for food, a lot of the grocery stores I've come across were mostly trashed. I haven't found any animals to hunt and most plants I've come across aren't edible or barely sprouting. Licorice is the only thing I've eaten in the past two days. If I have to eat another piece of this red rope... Okay, I should go.
By Frida Ramos They/her5 years ago in Fiction
Diary #63
08.28.2217 Diary Entry #63 The world stood still. We sat in our room. Blacked-out curtains. You whisper, “I’m scared”. I respond, “Me too, my love.” The sound of the troops marching outside grew louder and louder as they paraded through the streets. Nothing had been the same since the lockdown. 80% of the country had fled or been disposed of, including everyone else I cared for. Just two months ago, life was normal. Now each day we simply live life trying to remain undetected. Our rations last a bit longer now ever since my brother got caught. Anyone who has spoken out in the last 60 days has not been seen since. I have not had contact with the outside world, but with you, I am at peace. We go out one at a time to reduce the risk of getting caught. Should I ever get caught, you will have my golden butterfly necklace to remember me. Should you ever get caught, I will have your necklace with the heart-shaped pendant that we found our first evening scavenging at the center of the city. There was an eery beauty to seeing the city in darkness. We walked into the convenience store and grabbed as much as we could- batteries, water bottles, granola bars. You stood behind the cashier’s counter and pretended to ring up our items. You were my calm during the storm. You still are. The world around us is crumbling down. I am not sure how much time we have left. All of our neighbors have been caught or have fled. Maybe we should have. The last time we used the CB radio we heard that the global population had been reduced by 65%. Why are we still here? The Alliance has been attacking dissenters and pretty much anybody they felt like harassing. Yesterday evening right in front of our boarded-up windows, you got stopped by an Alliance Patrol. I ran out through the back gate and hit him with a bat. Before he could call for backup, we were back inside. In this apocalypse, I cannot afford to lose you. At dawn today, the Resisters attacked a group of patrols outside of the park two blocks away. Within about an hour, the strong scent of fire permeated our walls. We thought, had the Resisters succeeded, or was the fire a sign that they had failed miserably. We sit in silence. I look down at the heart locket while you are out at sundown filling up our water bottles at the creek. “I love you”, I whisper as I see your shadow scurry across the back blinds. It normally takes you 45 minutes from the time you leave to the time you walk through back through the gate in the yard. It took you an hour and a half tonight. Time was suspended. I did not know what to do. If you got captured, I would turn myself in too. Right as I stand up to leave, the door creaks open… it’s you. You tell me you think you got spotted… Your hands are filled with gallon bottles of water. I help you set them down. We hug. We light the three candles in our room again. We reminiscence about the past. I bring out our favorite card game. We play for a few hours. I look at my watch… it’s 2 am. We blow out two of the candles and keep one lit. We say goodnight. Then we share a kiss like we usually do. I close my eyes. Then we hear a knock on the door… With the little light in the room, I look at you, then look at the locket.
By Tredan DeBellotte5 years ago in Fiction
Issues, Chapter Two
High-stepping it over Big Grin's abandoned exo-frame Carmilla plunged through the doorway and hit the spiral stair, Blaster-Track and his Commander skimming doggedly at her heels. For the latter duo even the uppermost level of this ancient Toothfire outpost had felt like it belonged far back in their quadrant’s bleak antiquity, and now each each corkscrew twist they traversed round the gloomy brick pillar seemed to be burying them ever deeper in that bygone age of interstellar violence. The ad-hoc munitions laboratories crowding every dungeon arch were straight out of Grindotron cinema’s most shocking historical blockbusters, or at least that was what some Mini-Flash of today would have had the luxury of thinking. Both man and jeep remembered when such weaponry was real, as here it apparently still was. Those glistering spectral exhalations which moaned from the machines’ gaping valves had their place in the olden days too, if spacefarers’ tavern-tales of The Back Garden were to be believed. Nothing but a nightmare along these lines could have come of conspiracy between Scientooth and Prince Agaric. Within the bounds of this pit from the past it was as if the present peaceful epoch had never occurred, and two of the galaxy’s most infamous expansionist empires revelled forever in a microcosm of their horrific heyday.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
The Nile The Nyle The Nihil
The sky above her is the color of gunmetal, hammerless but deadly. She knows the light speed rockets that pierce the atmosphere are the closest things to shooting stars she’ll ever see. Celestial wonders if her name was coined by the streaks that puncture the sky, but she is old enough to understand there's something greater beyond the ash that clouds her adolescent wonder. She imagines they resemble the sparkly dots that populate her dreams, or perhaps were conjured up by lost generations whose naked eyes witnessed the Third World War.
By Christian Moldes5 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Chained
After the journey- to the unknown Planet Kin, Amber always looked back into her mind and remembered that boastful day that led up to everything that lost the planets life and everything in it. Year 2021. Earth was going through the last transition of Covid-19. Everything seemed to be going back to normal. The masks came off. The sun was shining so bright and Amber remembered on that very July 8th day she felt her whole body slow down. She was driving with her best friend Mary. Amber pulled down the sun visor and looked at herself in the mirror. She stroked her long brown curly hair and touched up her eyeliner around her hazel eyes. They just finished doing a canvasing job in Bethesda Maryland with Pegasus. Amber didn't feel right. Amber was looking out the window of Mary's convertible when her body went through something that was beyond anything could explain. She looked out the window and kept repeating, turn right, turn right. Mary looked at her in a crazy stare and followed her direction. Amber looked over at Mary and felt like a robot going out of order. Her body was slowing down. It was like the universe sent to her brain 1 light year of instant information on how Earth failed. It happened in a blink eye. Her body slowly shutting down and as they drove she looked over at Mary and could not speak. Her eyes moved faster than a lighting bolt. She gathered all the information around her as they drove down the pastured road. However, her body was shutting down because the universe was sending her all the information she needed as she was teleported. It was like a jumpstart on your car when the battery dies. Amber, now rebooted driving in the same exact place with an avatar Mary. The only difference was they were not on Earth anymore. Amber yelled at Mary: Do you see what the hell just happened? Mary replied, what RRR you talking about in a robotic voice command. Mary stop the car! Instantly, at a gas station black everywhere. The clouds were so full of dust and the sky was so dark and dim that they could not grasp a breathe. Outside the window, a dog sat on bench covered in tin and rust with a hint of grey stained swirly dirt. He had a sign around his neck that said: Welcome to Tin. The dog started coughing out a motor and whistle sound. Amber looked at dog a feel of energy connected them. Amber felt something in her pocket as she stroked her hands down her legs in stress. She reached in and pulled out a black heart shaped locket. I don't remember having this and it sure enough doesn't belong to me she thought. All of a sudden- the dog jumped off the bench. It looked at Amber with a certain hard stare, ran and then just sat in the middle of the gas station. This isn't right. How did we get here? A high pitched sound entered Amber's brain very distinct with a vibration so intense she clinched her pocket and felt the heart shaped locket. She pulled it out and immediately. Placed it to her head, a pink glow radiated up into the sky as her brain decreased with loud sound. Something happened. Earth's secrets downloaded from Ambers brain into the the heart shape locket during the teleport. Everything happened so fast and she needed to find out what to do next. Just then, she felt the locket vibrate. She knew in her heart as she discretely clinched hard hold of the locket in her pocket- that they were all connected. She knew it was her sole mission to find where to take this black heart locket somewhere here on Tin. This new place all dark and dim full of what seemed to be lifeless escalated into a rampage of distorted imagery. Her body once again started slowing down. Slowing down as everything right before her eyes became smaller and smaller she seen everything so big get so small. It was like flipping a quarter and seeing the side of it in your eyes. Stuck in the middle of both worlds trying to pull her mind back to reality. The dog ran back over to Amber and started talking to her. She was in a trance like state as if time was froze and only the dog and Amber were allowed to exchange words in Tin. He said: "You have been chosen to come here with the black heart shaped locket filled with Mercury, Mars dust parsley flakes, small evaporated diamonds from the greatest deepest pressures in the ground from Botswana South Africa." Dog continued: "These key ingredients held in your locket are only to be used to fill the temple of Zala. The natural habitat found in the Eastern Mountain Top of Tin." Amber- You must go there and find The ZamShannon, founder of Tin, Mistress of De'Shay and Queen of this land. She is dying because of the greed, selfishness and corrupt govern of the men of Earth. For centuries your planet has lied, stole, brought about disease hunger, and cruelty to the beauty within. We are tired of your species. Our operators of the highest energies of Sun are too. But, you-Amber since birth, have always shown us to be universal in heart and in soul. This is why you have been chosen to be gifted this black heart shaped locket. It has been downloaded all key information into your memory bank- to help your planet and the Queen of Tin to reunite this darkness to the light again. I am Dog, the ruler of all dogs. Your Earthly companion, that has been sent to Earth to monitor you humans and be your faithful guider. I deliver important information to The ZamShannon founder of Tin relator to the Sun. Now, go and find the Mountain, The Temple of Zala. Take the locket to the dying Queen. These two planets like man & woman were created for each other but opposite. Tin is the Chained Black Star that powers Earth to be with light of life". They leave Dog and continue driving. Everything around so dark, depressed like state of deadness, dry, pale of flatness, just gray pavement long roads. They keep driving around the mountain towards the only blue in hopes to see the temple. Mary still robotic avatar as her driver but still friend from Earth. Amber directs Mary using her as a human GPS to get to the Mountain Top to find ZamShannon. They drive for hours. Out of nowhere- a sudden heard of black unicorns appear. On their equestrian saddles, miniature mushroom headed zombie bats swoon down in front of their car. A tranquil light of green arises above and around the car as the heard of "Zombatcon" ( the tribe you must fight that has been exiled from other planets Earth has never known of because they were so weak and unappreciative) The biggest black unicorn charges down and jolts a charge that leaves a huge crack in the road. Amber is so scared and doesn't know what to do. She just wants to get to the top of the mountain to help the queen because Dog told her about this important mission. She slings out the heart shaped locket and the Zombatcon's leader with the red mushroom head fly's off of his unicorn and tries to steal it from Amber. Amber holds the locket's string and licks the glowing middle and she turns into a giant fortress monster. She kills every single black unicorn and Zombatcon. Then she shrinks back to human size which makes her feel so joyful in heart and strong in courage. She knows now what needs to be done. Her confidence level has imported 100 percent. Amber charges full force with Mary in the convertible to the Mountain Top. They finally reach the blue light at the top of the mountain. There is only dust, dirt and 2 old Bonsai trees by the entry black shiny door. Amber tells Mary to wait in the car. She laces her white fluffy boots up and walks through the black door. It's darkens as she walks towards the sounds of distant melodies fainting away. She sees so many markings along the way full exposing memories of her own childhood. Her heart feels so much pain and sadness as tears run down her face. Amber felt so strong and a wind flew so peacefully beside her touching her cheek. A voice started to appear in her ear. She could not see anything. Amber called out and said: ZamShannon! Founder of Tin, Mistress of De'Shay, and Queen of this land- Are you there? I have been sent by Dog and bring to you this black heart shaped locket. I come with universal love and soul to help you. Please help me help Earth. We have struggled for so long and I know we are imperfect, the evil man over-empowered our beautiful land. I bring nothing but peace and want only the best of both worlds. Your planet is so full of despair from our selfishness. You didn't deserve to have suffered all of these centuries by the hands of our hate, greed, murders' ways, and injustices. We have failed and I understand now what needs to be done. Can you take this black heart shaped locket and be given life for we need life again? Nothing! The wind fades away and coldness sets in. Amber breaks down and falls to the dirt and cries in so much pain. She has just lost everything went through a mindful slowdown in the car and seen so much flash before her about Earth's existence. She has discovered the backlash of another planets life for her human journey. She laid and cried holding the locket with only feelings of hope. All of a sudden, the locket opened up and started to do something. The mixtures in it from the Mercury, Mars dust, parsley flakes, and small amounts of evaporated diamonds from the deepest pressures of the ground of Botswana South Africa swirled together in a circle. The circle grew bigger and bigger and bigger. A voice started to radiate over the temple with a beautiful vibration of a vibrato tone. All of the black unicorns and Zambatcon's appeared. They all stood in a triangle form. Tip of the triangle a circular image appeared. It was so vibrant full of life with in this floating bubble crystal clear a tiny white unicorn flying with mushroom lady. Her hair under mushroom colored black, hazel almond eyes, grey skin and carried a distant shadow beside started to speak. I am ZamShannon! Founder of Tin, Mistress of De'Shay Queen of this land. I am dying because man on Earth. The sun has brought great fire upon it. That is why you dissolved and was brought here with my heart shaped locket. It is because of your universal love Amber, your tears that set off the beginning of the new beginnings. Your inner faith and life journey of your own free will has given us all a new chance at new life. You taught along the way, universal love that saved the original foundation of our creations from the Sun. Earth has been chained together by many men of all races and yet they have never looked past the blackness within. The heart of the sun is not chained but been pumping the entire time full of light for all to see. Now we can create with this new life you brought us. Grow a more universal planet for you are always welcomed here because YOU saved my life out of love. Now go get Mary!
By Lady of De'Shay5 years ago in Fiction
The Bank
If she could see me right now, see where I've landed myself, would she be disappointed? The answer is unclear to me, and the barking of the tracking dogs makes it even harder to think. I'm currently huddled behind a large rock, too small to be called a boulder but big enough to hide my form. I'm too afraid to peek over the edge of the rock for fear of being shot at again. My right hand reaches up to brush the bullet graze I received just minutes prior. I feel my body shiver involuntarily at the memory: both the sound of the shot and subsequent tearing of my jacket were enough to send me flying behind cover. It's far too cold, rainy, and damp to risk a hole in my coat. Recollecting myself, my hands move all over my body in a patting motion to make sure everything is still attached. I made a foolish decision by leaving my pack and tent behind, but the gunshot didn't give me much time. All I have now is the locket she had given me; small, silver, and heart-shaped, she told me it would lead me to "the cure for all this calamity." She always was a wordy one. I recall when I first opened the damn thing: all that was inside was a built-in electronic chip and coordinates carved into the front piece.
By Madison Neal5 years ago in Fiction
Forest One
New York, the year is 2125, level 165 in central district. A sharp, stabbing headache accompanied a slow emergence into consciousness. The awareness of lasts night heavy drinking became painfully obvious with the first glimpse of an empty whiskey bottle in bed next to him. Slowly his eyes started to close with a flickering image of more pleasant dreams, sun kissed water arising in his mind. BEEEEEP BEEP! The mandatory 6am alarm can be heard across the 50-bedroom 1 flat complex and the stacked up adjoining complexes. His fellow government computer coders are all risen by the government call to work as it were. The rooms technological operating system is activated with an artificial sun rising over the large windows of which only grey toxic smog can be seen. Coffee is vended up, alongside the post, the day’s work briefing and some cigarettes.
By Miles Finlay5 years ago in Fiction
