Sci Fi
To Remember
Ayla sat in the grey sand, the warm froth of a late June sea lapping at her knees and toes and thighs. The hem of her khaki shorts was damp, alternately wetted by the waves and dried by the two suns positioned at ten and one in the lilac sky above.
By Amanda Lee Scherle5 years ago in Fiction
The Beginning of the End
Civil war waged in America throughout the years 2040 through 2058. In a desperate effort to at last form a peace treaty the governors of all fifty states met in New York and re-divided the country into fifteen independent nations and dissolved the United States of America. This was after the Federal government went bankrupt from overspending and widespread corruption.
By Laurie Manfra5 years ago in Fiction
The Dome
Three soft tones. It was always the same three notes that exuberantly echoed around Sarah’s pod. At first, they had been quite a pleasant sound to wake up to, but the novelty had quickly worn off and they now served as a daily reminder of her reality, cruelly served at 6:00am each morning.
By Oliver Conte5 years ago in Fiction
Chroma Eyes
The setting sun scorched the sky into a beam-blade wound, cauterized clouds over raw vermilion. N8’s Vendetta idled like a resting demon with him in it. He knew el-towns dotting Noman’s Land were criminal havens, but he had to eat something real instead of more K-unit rations.
By Joshua R. Leuthold5 years ago in Fiction
Newdale
They just left, the government of Howl community that is, after installing this heart-shaped locket around my neck. They pinned the closure under my skin and boy was that painful. My locket can’t be removed and it’s similar to the one my mom has on. The only difference is mine has a clear stone and hers is rose colored. My dad had no say so about it, he stood to the side with his arms folded. We all knew this day would come, they have been preparing me for it since I was ten. This is the traditional 18th birthday gift of the Howl community. Once you turn eighteen you’re able to move freely around town. Up until today I have not been able to go out of our home without my parents. I’m so excited to finally roam this town alone with no parental supervision. Here you need no license to drive because your locket is your way of transportation. I've seen my mom do this thing where she rubbed her stone and it would magnificently take us to the farmers market and everywhere else in town she desired us to go. As far as I can remember it’s always been the three of us and a few familiar faces when we run errands. Is this how it’s going to always be? There has to be more to it.
By Brittney Jackson 5 years ago in Fiction
Unbound
Sirius began to fade into the void. Taking with him the memory of all those who inhabited the Earth. Dooming the planet to fall into chaos. Billions were killed in the carnage. Sirius gave humanity one last glimpse of hope. Those few who lived the night Sirius’ heart died, awoke the next morning with mysterious lockets around their neck.
By Lindsie Wharff5 years ago in Fiction
On a Wing and a Lagomorph
I remember reading that we would never truly grasp delight, if we didn’t know pains distress. I couldn’t bring myself to open the locket I was wearing, maybe I wasn’t ready to view joy in the face of so much despair, or perhaps I would just collapse in the sheer futility of my resolve. This cheesy heart-shaped bauble held so much power over me, if I listened hard enough, I could hear it laughing at me “come on, take a look… bunny!”
By Robert Trakofler5 years ago in Fiction
