Sci Fi
Duchamptism
A year after the outbreak of the second pandemic, my heart felt very aggrieved. First, it was the Covid of 2020, then it was that of 2025 strangely predicted by the Portuguese philosopher José Saramago... A collective uncertainty seized our spirits, and it was at that moment that I decided to become an anchorite, moving to the mountains of Maine and away from social dynamics. There was a deep disdain in me after hearing the origin of the blindness pandemic which originated in the city of Fresno California. A group of university students were experimenting with synthetic drugs derived from mercury.
By Alejandro Carrillo5 years ago in Fiction
A New Era Has Arisen
I was finally at peace I had left everything behind you see! I had told myself for some time now that I would let go of my past, and start living a life where there is peace and love overall. Easier said than done, but it was worth it, I had a lot of understanding about my life, who I have become, and who I am destined to be!
By Patricia Arias5 years ago in Fiction
Colorado
I was five when the water left us, so I relied on my mother’s memories to make sense of what we lost. She didn’t have many memories herself — for although the water left when she was an adult, it had been in a state of departure for decades leading up to the fact: tides lengthening out across days, ponds drying out into dust craters — and so she told me the same story again and again in an effort to help me understand.
By Caroline Burke5 years ago in Fiction
I am old
I am old now with my story coming to an end. I remember a time when flowers bloomed, and the days unfolded with birds and blue skies, but those days are gone now it is too hot to go outside. The birds have long burned, and the blue skies are hot with fire. The ones that survived have been through the height of trauma but the ones that remember are the ones doomed. Times are different people survive. I received my locket today. My fate is but days away.
By Page Neihoff5 years ago in Fiction
A cruel and unusual game
At that moment Sarah found herself more scared than she’d ever been in her life. She sat down for a few moments, refusing to believe her eyes, because if they weren’t playing tricks on her, the girl who had gone her entire 17 years of life with nothing, suddenly had a lot to lose.
By Calum Woodward5 years ago in Fiction
Bee & Iris
Sometimes, at night, Bee dreams of Iris. They are not human dreams, but she imagines they are something similar. When she performs diagnostics in her nest, after her daily recordings are wiped, she finds segments of memory that are still accessible. They appear in bits and pieces, usually images from the day. But sometimes she gets flickers of past years, partial and corrupted. She will let these play, sift through them: Iris at work in her office tower. Iris at the beach. Iris on the train, her arms full of groceries.
By Owen Schaefer5 years ago in Fiction
The Silver Cloud
The lobby of the Silver Center was a vast, white room with high ceilings and an air of sterile modernity. Strewn throughout this reception area were digital installations. These lifelike holograms displayed the things people had surrendered. In exchange, they could step forth from their mortal flesh and into an eternal digital form. Like an art gallery, like a museum to the things left behind by our forebears, the hall was filled with artifacts. They gave an aspiring ascendant an idea of the sacrifice required of them.
By Peter Sullivan5 years ago in Fiction
Coconut Cream Pie
I woke up to see that the ocean was still there. Just like yesterday. And the day before. The ancestors had written about “land,” but the word was almost as foreign as the word “Manhattan.” These same ancestors had written about how our ark – a translucent, spherical “marvel of engineering” – was equal to the size of two “Manhattans,” but none of us knew what that meant. Even our wise guru who led us into a Call and Response each morning-
By Adam Duckworth5 years ago in Fiction
Micro Management
"it was only a matter of time I suppose" I thought to myself as the deafening sound of the blast door alarm rang through my head and in that moment I realized we would no longer be able to stay on the surface.. It's only been six weeks and they're here and we have nothing to stop them. Were we ready to leave and had we prepared enough to do so? What was our future in the new world and what was left outside the facility?
By Bee N Woodsy5 years ago in Fiction
Circinus
Dani stared at the red soil distorted by the layers of UV protection of the dome. The landscape looked reddish brown, but on the other side would be orange-red. They tugged their thermal suit around their shoulders and zipped the front up, closing it carefully around a heart shaped locket containing a cropped photo of their child, Corvus, from when she was nearly twelve. Her pronūntiera was scheduled for next month, and she’d already decided which pronouns she was most comfortable with.
By Morgan Schreiber5 years ago in Fiction
