Sci Fi

The End
Who would have thought that opening an old heart shaped locket would kick start the end of the world? I had found the jewelry in my Grandmother's things, tucked away in the attic among her clothes and Knick knacks. It seemed so unassuming. Just a little silver heart on thin chain. Wondering if there were any pictures in it, I opened it.
By Amber White5 years ago in Fiction
The Shrink
Stephanie’s eyes snapped open in a pitiful attempt to escape the memories which haunted her nightmares. Like every morning, Stephanie found some solace in knowing her mother’s semblance was watching over her, even though she couldn’t see her mother’s magnified eye hovering just a few millimetres above her head through the cocooned darkness of the locket in which she lay. Or her miniaturised eye, in Before terms, Stephanie supposed.
By Mathilda5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart-Shaped Locket
After He’d been walking as long as the ash had been falling, and the ash had been falling for over a hundred days. Sometimes rain fell, but always, ash. All around him, a plain of nothing. An abandoned Buick was pointlessly parked at the side of the road, as if the driver were hopeful that they might one day return to it. To the east, a ridge reached its peak, stretching as far as he could see, which given the consistent fall of ash, was not very far.
By Will Quantrill5 years ago in Fiction
Ruby
Ruby used to tell me there’s no point checking car windows, but I looked through them anyway. A long line of cars were abandoned on the bridge. They had been heading away from town and did not make it far.
By Nicholas Arico5 years ago in Fiction
The Man With Black Eyes
There were four of them. A tight circle expecting to break at any time. Hands held together for one last time. A dying hope awashed each and every one of them and it was palpable. Even Leila, Leila who had kept them alive and hopeful…now, Leila’s eyes were drawn closed.
By Yasmine A5 years ago in Fiction
Bloodline Bearer
Thump Thump… One. Two. Three. Four. Five… Thump Thump… Five hundred feet away. I take a moment and place a hand over my chest and feel the shape of my locket. A few moments pass as I feel my own heartbeat. Waiting again for the locket.
By Elmer Pugh5 years ago in Fiction
The Thwaites Parasite
Day 27. I used to wonder about what would eradicate humanity. It was an unhealthy fixation that led to years of anxious pondering.
By CL Oswalt5 years ago in Fiction
Innocence is a Bullet
Running, how long it had been since he’d been running? Probably at least five years. He couldn't remember anymore. Whenever central took over, that'd be when it stopped. But now he was running, clearly, something important was happening.
By Benjamin Simmons5 years ago in Fiction
Pushing Up Space Daisies
September 12, 4141 Mission "Saracen" Saffron Dyvora was having a pretty good day before she was almost incinerated. The command deck of HMS Rasputin was in chaos. Captain Mustafa was dead, and every single alert was sounding off across the ship. Energy levels critical, danger close, hull breach.
By Joseph Icha5 years ago in Fiction
In Extremis
“I’ve done terrible things to survive. I don’t know if survival turned me into this, or if I’ve always been this way.” The Young Woman stared out into the endless forest. The heat from the fire she created was providing ample warmth, but what she just scribbled into her notebook sent a chill down her spine. She opened up a heart-shaped locket dangling from her neck. She looked into the bright green eyes of her father, lovingly looking right back at her. She barely recognized the sheepish young girl standing next to him in the photo.
By Dan Marcus5 years ago in Fiction
Year of Rebels
The government’s newest technological advancement; The Nova accelerator. It could manipulate any atmospheric weather patterns to whatever humanity desired. A revolutionary invention of its kind, the thing dreams were made of. America being the first ever humans to dare manipulate something as wonderous and God like as the weather. No more tornedos, typhoons, and other natural disasters.
By Lyndsey Malanche5 years ago in Fiction
The Good of the Many
2021.07.21, Española, NM The sun slips reluctantly behind the only cloud in the sky like I’d put on a dress. Also like me, it’s never on for long. The wind steals the sun’s filmy shift, letting hot, naked rays toast my dusty skin. The breeze chills my sweaty armpits and raises goosebumps on my back when I doff my backpack. A lizard skitters, then watches me sit with the other members of patrol team Tango. I’ve shared a bed with each, some many times. Nobody stays long-term because nobody thinks long-term. Besides, Jade, the team leader, wouldn’t tolerate it, even if I did.
By Del Herring5 years ago in Fiction