Sci Fi
Credit the Cat
Fire bursts overhead and cheers erupt. I dart under a bush, my sleek black fur providing perfect camouflage for this moonless night. Nan follows at her stealthy but cautious human pace. She, too, is all in black with a hood covering her red-brown hair. We steadily make our way up the hill, dodging from tree to tree until we reach Babbage Hall. Below us along the misty lake, the Eagle Boys whistle and stomp as the fireworks show continues and Sousa marches blare.
By Siofra Crain5 years ago in Fiction
The Kailash
10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2 beep was the last thing this genius couple who kept themselves safe from an asteroid collision of size 5 kms bigger than the one which destroyed dinosaurs under ,inside the earth in a bunker heard , And then everything went dark until they were ready to come out on the surface after 10 years . Doors opened , and both were excited but especially Dr Sandra , she was in her teens when she went underground , now pale skinned , brown eyed about 5.4 inches tall was standing ahead of her friend to go out on earth’s surface first and Scientist Mr Mark , Sandra’s friend 6.2 inches tall and masculine guy who already lived 40 years of his life was standing behind her .
By Harman Pannu5 years ago in Fiction
The Whispers of the Broken
My mother once told me that the broken were destined to one day inherit the earth. It was an odd saying, especially when mumbled over glasses of scotch that smelled no different to a sewer. She refused to specify who qualified as a broken person, but perhaps that is why I never paid much attention to her babbling. Who could have known there was any truth to the slurring of a mad woman in the midst of another tall tale? Foolish of me to think it was nothing but a saying, when it was really a warning of the inevitable.
By Maria Ayala5 years ago in Fiction
True North
Norma Gardener woke up, sat up in bed, and rubbed her eyes. Then she rubbed them again. “Howard,” she said, nudging the snoring lump beside her in the bed. “Howard!” she repeated, a little louder. “Huh?” said Howard, articulate as ever. “Hey, Norma, turn the lights on.” “Howard, I can’t see,” Norma replied. “I CAN'T SEE!” When he tripped over his house shoes and crashed into the bathroom door, they realized that Howard couldn’t see either.
By Alline Anderson5 years ago in Fiction
A New World
Michaela Rae Paxton was a happy, all american girl. She got good grades from kindergarten to college. After graduating, she opened a small practice where she saw about 10 clients a week. Everything was as she thought it should be in her life. Her love life had not always been stable, but for the last 8 months she had been seeing a great man, who she could see spending the rest of her life with. His name was Leonardo, but he went by Leo.
By Stephenie Andrade5 years ago in Fiction
A Tale of Two Worlds.
The digital screen flickered on. The screen frame reveals an astronaut in a pressure suit sitting on the command bridge of an unknown starship. The man is holding an antique heart-shaped locket in front of him intently staring at it, collecting his thoughts. After a moment he lowers the locket and slides it into a utility thigh pocket and begins speaking.
By Brad Morse5 years ago in Fiction
Maw
Fire and brimstone, rising demons, alien invasion. Heck, even zombies would have been viable to see. But not this, this hungry force. A locust plague, from some far off African nation was the first thought. Then the animals bolted into cities, away from everything. Satellites looking down on the area, and what they saw were trees vanishing. Leaves, bark, branches, everything disappearing at an alarming rate. That's when the first team was sent in. Jacob, a local in the area and expert on wildlife, went to see if maybe an elephant heard was doing something. It didn't make sense but no other explanation existed at the time. They were carrying a camera with a direct feed, but all we saw was a black cloud approach them at speed. They ran, whatever they saw made them turn tail instantly. Their screams were downed out quickly. I tell you now, that sound was chittering squeaks in mass. Thunder could not deafen you to it. That's when the military got involved.
By Patrick Marrero5 years ago in Fiction
A Promise To Mom
Melissa opens her eyes to a smoke-filled sky just like every other night before. She could hear the bombing had continue off in the distance all through the night. She had taken shelter for the night in an abandoned church where she constructed herself a makeshift mattress out of old newspapers and towels. Melissa slips her heart shaped locket out of her pocket and opens it up to a picture of a young Melissa with her mother. “I love you mom. I promise I will make everything right.” She says aloud with determination, but with a hint of desperation. She closes the locket back up and places it around her neck. It has been 5 months without my mom, 5 whole months of war and suffering. Her chest tightens as her feelings of sadness move to anger. “ALL THIS FOR WHAT!?” She yells at the dark sky. “WHY IS THIS HAPPENING WHY AM I THE ONE STILL HERE!” She stops abruptly and listens to the deafening silence that daylight brings. Suddenly she hears something moving around just past the tree line. She was not about sit around to find out who it was- or what it was. With one swift swoop she had her whole makeshift mattress loaded onto a shopping cart she had found and headed out. She starts out on what was left of an abandoned highway in what used to be New York City. The worst part of all this is not knowing who the enemy is, she thought to herself. Suddenly she felt uneasy, like someone was watching her. She quickened her pace as she started to move toward the hills off on the side of the road to seek shelter in the tall grass while she gets a better view of the surrounding area. She had just made it to a safe spot behind a tree when she feels something tapping on her shoulder. Startled, she turned around to see a disheveled looking little girl. She was covered in dust and rubble but was strangely calm, but Melissa was cautious, this could be a trap. Who are you, what do you want? She says to the little girl and is more than surprised when the little girl answers back with “I’ve been looking for you.”
By Allison Sheesley5 years ago in Fiction
Silver Lining
The Reethers. A race of aliens who attacked earth about two hundred years ago. We don’t know why they came to earth, and after the mother ship was destroyed, neither did they. But thanks to them, the earth’s nothing like it used to be. If you wanna make a livin’ with the way things are, you gotta fight, steal, and kill for any and everything that looks like it has even a crumb of value.
By Sioné Yang5 years ago in Fiction
The end of the world
The plane is an hour late landing at Heathrow’s Terminal Four – hardly surprising given the circumstances. By the time we collect our bags it’s 5.30 am. The carpets muffle our footsteps and the queues at immigration are short and surprisingly quiet. I guess no-one has the energy to argue at this hour of the morning.
By Jane Cornes-Maclean5 years ago in Fiction
