Sci Fi

Unus
Thea enjoyed wandering. Not because there was anywhere to go, but she could pass the time as she would on Earth. Just a few short decades ago, she spent her final years on her home planet in one of the few habitable places on earth - the Blue Mountains of Eastern Oregon.
By Kat Reyes5 years ago in Fiction
The Low-Tier Thinker
“Getting them done early, I see. Nothing breeds creativity like four hours of sleep and half an energy drink, eh?” Tilsa, slumped at her desk, gazed out her circular window at the contrail-scarred sky, only half listening to the quip coming out of Ava’s mouth. She clasped a ball of her brown hair in one hand as another lazily circled the screen of her tablet. The keyboard spun lazily under it, dancing across the screen with relentless obedience to Tilsa’s uncertainty.
By James McGill5 years ago in Fiction
A Discokid
Ær wishes that for once on Earth, he could take time. He wants to watch shadows grow from the leaning and broken towers that hadn’t scraped the sky for so long, only a few towers now scratched it. He wants to chase shadows disappearing and reappearing in showers of constant lightning strikes. He wants to dance forever enough to know when to leap and land on the thunder or even be allowed to question if it’s possible.
By Alex Munson5 years ago in Fiction
A land of Lethal Sameness
There had never been a more heavenly summer afternoon. The water in the pond that Cole kneeled by was clearer than he had ever noticed it to be before, seemingly beaming at the beautiful day displayed on its surface. Normally, sitting in tall grass would bother him, but today, he enjoyed the gentle brushing of the sweet foliage.” Cole? Where did you go? Didn’t you say you’d be in the yard?” Hearing his mom’s voice piercing through the serenity startled him. “Yes mom, don’t you see me?” Cole says while rising from the ground. “Thank goodness,” his mother sighed. “You just blend in too easily, don’t you?” Cole chuckles. “I’ll come inside for dinner, Mom. It's not like I was going to disappear into the grass.” “Well, it sure looked like it.”
By Jason Brown5 years ago in Fiction
The Green City
Pale lightning, tinged green in the dust that hung over the city, struck at random, each hit sending out a cascade of white-hot sparks over the skyline.
By James Bonomi5 years ago in Fiction
The Soldier's Clothes
She held the soldier’s head in her hands as he died. His dirty brown hair was damp with cold sweat and his face was caked with layers of dust and blood. But his blue eyes, which were as clear as a cloudless day, were still wide open.
By Aaron Kenedi5 years ago in Fiction
Arkabur
In the year AD 2217, after the nuclear war came to an end, a new country was formed to the east of North America, Arkabur. By the influence of money and power, the Genji family ruled the nation indirectly. The top government officials allowed themselves to be manipulated by the family when wealth and rewards were flaunted before them, within no time they became the family’s puppet. So, all the scenes that transpired in Arkabur were the consequence of actions executed by the family, and everybody knew that. From Heavy tax impositions to the construction of unethical chemical factories, the family executed it all with no second thought. The citizens pleaded to the government for help but not only the government turned their back but also punished everyone who raised their voices against the matter. They segregated the rich from the poor. The poor had to live in areas under heavy Methanium releases, a deadly emission that is in the atmosphere due to the factories while the residues from the nuclear war still remained in the air. While the rich and powerful lived-in separate areas far from the rest, inside big walls where it was chemical-free. The people outside the walls were not allowed to enter inside without permission. The people were tired of unemployment, poverty, and seeing their loved ones suffer and perish because of the heavy chemicals in the atmosphere. When it was too much, a rebellion was formed, calling themselves the Red Society. Within no time their numbers grew. The rebellion protested against the government and the family. They decided to take the whole matter into their arms. They took down the factories and plantations operated by the family. Their next aim was to see the dead bodies of every single member of the Genji family. On December 31st AD 2249, Red Society broke inside the walls in huge numbers. The rebellion took over the local police stations, and later surrounded the 40-acre mansion of the Genji family, because of the tight android security systems, the rebellion couldn’t get inside. The hackers within the rebellion tried effortlessly to deactivate the security systems for about a whole day. Meanwhile, outside the Genji family residence. . .
By Joel K John5 years ago in Fiction
Locket
Locket The Peddler Run. Tickety-tickety-tickety-tick. As the wheels spin. Faster. Tickety-tock-tickety-tock. Lose them. First order of defense. Faster.
By Justin Melton5 years ago in Fiction
Seascape
Lena tightened the seal on her helmet and moved quickly toward Jonas. He was already inside the chamber, frantically zipping up his suit, his own helmet catching the light like a glossy bubble of tar. He barked at her urgently. “Come on! We have to get up there now.”
By Trisha B Kirk5 years ago in Fiction
Remembrance Day
I never met my mother. She died shortly after I was born. The locket, which her mother had given her, and her mother before her, was the only token of her I had. I didn’t always wear it, but it was always with me.
By Ashley Somogyi5 years ago in Fiction
Unplugged
April Johnson had an almost perfect life. She was a dental hygienist in Long Beach, California. Her teeth were perfectly straight, sparkling white, and her breath was always minty fresh, even in the morning. Her husband, Doug, was an electrical engineer who liked to surf on weekends and always had an even tan. They had two daughters, Sara and Sadie, and a golden retriever named Scout. The whole family, including Scout, had beautiful, sandy-colored hair that never looked unkempt. They lived in a four-bedroom house overlooking the ocean. Their lawn was always freshly mowed, and the flowers in their garden were always in bloom. They had lots of friends, plenty of money, and seemingly no worries in the world.
By Elizabeth Cronin5 years ago in Fiction
Poached Treasure
“Tell me about the locket,” Inquisitor 0x1F, asked the kennel mistress for the third time in its polite, monotonous voice. It initiated a cleaning routine where small vents around its waist blew the blood and fur off the non-hydrophobic portions of its arms and hands. Inquisitors had been made in the image of their creators, with a human-like torso, two arm-shaped and two leg-shaped appendages, and a head-shaped appendage that had a vaguely humanoid shape and a glossy trapezoidal in the place of facial features. The remainder of its body was covered in matte, dark-gray carbon-fiber plates, except for a white circle with a red cross painted on the upper left portion of its chest plate.
By Jaerun5 years ago in Fiction