Sci Fi

Lost and Found
Do you believe a place has a spirit? I always thought it was nonsense. But now? Now there are so few places left. Alone, in the darkness of the old radar station, I can feel the press of them – spirits of houses, streets, cities with nowhere left to go, all vying for possession of this concrete relic.
By Debbie Bambrick5 years ago in Fiction
A Shelter in the Storm
My eyes are closed, but I am awake, listening to the sound of sobs fill the makeshift shelter. There is a sick comfort in the sound, familiarity from the nightly sound. Everyone cries when they first arrive. My own first few nights after the storms, I did nothing but cry. The place was too new, the loss too great. We had been warned for years our ways as humans would lead to the downfall of the human race. It led to far more destruction than we ever expected.
By Elizabeth Corbitt5 years ago in Fiction
Days of Future Past
The world had become so different from the beautiful Garden of Eden that was once called Earth. Unbounded carbon emissions destroyed the ozone, and polluted our world. Some demanded we stop the contamination before irreparable damage was done, but all the greedy, self-interested naysayers in power denied what was happening. And then it became too late. The ice caps melted and flooded the coasts, the surface temperature rose, and drought took over where there was once green fertile land. It had been almost 20 years since the the Great Rising, and much of what was once lush and abundant now only survived on preserves, farm lands, and at the homes of the Rich.
By Janet Freedland5 years ago in Fiction
Hearts of Defiance and Hope
Blight and infertility had nearly consumed the world, leaving behind a bleak landscape. Only the mysticisms of the Magistoria could slow the encroaching rot. A rot that could not reach them in their elevated, dome-protected cities. Down below, most people focused on surviving and allowed the mystics to handle the blight. That information was as immutable as gravity and just as unquestionable.
By S.W. Tredwell5 years ago in Fiction
Vortex:HEROS
The world’s media is abuzz at the new discovery at the scientific corporation Rift Technologies, commonly known as Riftec. This has the potential to be exactly the solution to some of the energy issues. Riftec’s headquarters is located in Tokyo, Japan. Word of their discovery has attracted many investors, military and civilian alike. The day of the demonstration has arrived, and all of the investors gather at the showcase. They enter into a long room with a large drill like device on the other side.
By Bobby Sliko5 years ago in Fiction
Petrichor
When I was little I heard stories about a world different of my own. A world of cerulean blue skies, and cumulus white clouds. The “Earth”, as they called my planet, was covered in green grass and trees. The velvet night skies were decorated with stars. But that was then, before the evasion.
By Ismaray5 years ago in Fiction
Quest of the Heartman
The Quest of Heartman In the year 2066 humanity’s lust for technological advancement and entertainment reached a breaking point. With the creation of the world’s 419th streaming service the human race was brought to a stand still. Society was halted as the world was overwhelmed with so many options people could no longer decide what to watch. Businesses, schools, and churches were left completely vacant as people stayed inside glued to their couches endlessly scrolling through various streaming services unable to make a decision on what to watch. This event became known to the survivors as the Big Stop. As humanity sat idle in it’s perpetual search for a decent movie or show the world they built began to crumble around them until nothing was left but a decrepit shell. I now walk the empty cities of this abandoned earth as one of the few survivors of the big stop. I am John Heartman and this is my quest.
By Maddogg5 years ago in Fiction
Underground Railroad
I keep my head down, eyes on the cobblestones as I cross the street. The sidewalks are filled with people making their way home, cars sitting bumper to bumper in the narrow roads. I'm trying to look natural, to not draw attention to myself. Isn't that always the way? The more you don't want to be noticed, the more awkward and noticeable you become. Are my arms swinging too much? How do I normally walk?
By RK Nolan5 years ago in Fiction
A.I(爱)
A.I(爱) By Matthew Margrave Fish was an undesirable person, It wasn't that she was unpleasant or dull, she just was hard to figure out, as children of The-Decay tend to be. When she was found, she had zero genetic matches in Ai's system. Her parents were Off-Gridders in The Decay. They found they were unable to care for their precious newborn, so they abandoned her not far from the nearest Oasis. This was the story often told for undesirables like Fish. Ai, in her calculated love, would not want Off-Gridders to be seen as unsympathetic monsters, but their actions must be known to be misguided despite pure intentions. A couple leaving their child somewhere where they'd have a chance becomes the optimal narrative.
By Matthew Margrave5 years ago in Fiction
A Heart Alive
Rain. I had heard of it, but I was one of the first humans in hundreds of years to see it. It was raining as we landed. For some reason, it seemed to depress the others. I couldn’t understand how though, and I have dealt with depression for a long time now. Maybe I just can’t get any lower.
By J. R. Harrison5 years ago in Fiction
The Unrelenting Charge of Desolation vs Craig
It had been like a generation since probably China tantrum’ed out a buncha nukes like a wet dog shaking off after a bath; billions were dead, America was in ruins, and grocery stores everywhere were on the brink of collapse. Craig Bierderger was a 6th generation owner of a chain of stores in what was left of Missouri and he was told that they were doing quite well, all things considered, when suddenly they lost contact with the Kansas City locations. This was one of the worst years ever for radioactive superstorms, leading to razor-thin margins and dozens if not hundreds of workers suddenly disappearing in the only other surviving Missouri city could cripple the company. Craig decided to go out there personally and straighten things out. It's 250 miles across a state that was a desolate, mutant-infested, wasteland even before the war but Craig was optimistic, fearless, and bored, so he drug his dog Candy into the back seat of his smart car and headed west. All he had to do was make it to Kansas City.
By James5 years ago in Fiction
The Others
The Others are everywhere, but I know nothing about them. They walk our streets, wear our clothing, live in our homes. They know everything about us. But I know nothing about them.
By Brigitte Dreger5 years ago in Fiction