Sci Fi

Impending Inevitability
Earth crunched beneath the weight of heavy boots trekking across once plentiful fields. Dust billowed into the air. Everything here was different. Photographs, the few that were left, portrayed this land as green and flourishing but the decimation was clear. She grimaced. There was nothing ugly about the desert itself. It was merely the harsh truth, the landscape a perfect picture of continuing destruction. Ever growing sandy plains represented nothing more than death.
By Amee Moore5 years ago in Fiction
Julio and the End of the World
What happens when your greatest love is right beside you, but you can never speak to them again? The only comfort I am allowed to have won't come from his words, but from a pearly piece of metal, a locket, his last gift.
By Kelsi McKee5 years ago in Fiction
The Hobo No-Go
Last night I dreamt of eating a cheeseburger. It was so large I could barely hold it in my hands. Served by a perfect white linen, iron pressed, Americana waitress. Arriving on a plate full of curly fries and onion rings; accompanied with an ice cold chocolate malt served in a steel cup. Sitting next to me in a diner full of glorious chrome and red and white checked tablecloths was my little brother Caleb, chomping on a humongous hot dog. These dreams pop up from time to time. It is strange because I have never ever eaten a cheese burger. I first dreamt of this before I even knew what a diner was.
By Tom Brad5 years ago in Fiction
Time Capsule
Time Capsule "I'll record dates and scan any photos I find," I reassured the operator. "Remember, kid, October, twenty thirty-one. Don't go taking this to no-body else. I gave you the address; I take what you find. Stay safe." The crackling words said. The call ended.
By Nic Royal5 years ago in Fiction
The Pile
In theory, there are the sorters and the carriers. In reality, there is just the pile. Arturo learns this on his second shift. It’s hard work, bundling the legs together and loading them onto the pallets, but he needs the job. Even for strong men, it’s exhausting, especially since they have to also unload the bundles into the freezer at the other end.
By Claire Rita B'ahnana5 years ago in Fiction
Radiator Jazz
It was another stir fry day in New Tijuana. The streets were choked with the radiator jazz of vehicles that had all arrived at the same time and agreed to create gridlock.
By Ray Sparvell5 years ago in Fiction
HEART BROKEN
It was a typical summer day. The sun was beaming. Waves crashed against the shore. Children played in the water as their parents sat and gossiped on the in the sand. The day seemed so normal as everyone went on with their daily lives and routines.
By jkronny5 years ago in Fiction
Liquid Gold and a Pile of Bones
Luck. That was different. He’d experienced it once or twice before, but it was rare. Mythic. But not as rare as fate. Fate, he knew was bull shit.
By Alyssa Caswell5 years ago in Fiction
America the Formerly Beautiful
DOOMSDAY DIARY Daniel Swinford We have been told that history repeats itself. This has never been truer than our current situation. We mimic the fall of the great Roman empire, only this time, we have done it to ourselves.
By Daniel Jay Swinford5 years ago in Fiction
12 Years After
The end came more quietly than we expected. They came in the dark, while we were sleeping. By the time the sun set on the rest of the world it rose on our world in chains.
By Michael Slavish5 years ago in Fiction
Anastasia 22-8-93
Two hands, two feet, ten fingers, ten toes. Shh, quiet… What is that noise? My heart. Wait…my heart? Why is this… thing in my chest beating harder, faster?
By stasdee5 years ago in Fiction
DREAM COME TRUE
The year is 2199. Buildings are tall and made of glass. All the land is nothing but dirt and desolation. The earth stopped revolving some time ago, so every day is 24 hours of sunlight. All vegetation has been moved into factories. Air is no longer free. Government is run by A.I. In fact, what isn’t run by A.I., come to think of it. Everyone has universal income. A nice little barcode, embedded into your wrist, lets everyone know your income base in an instant. With a little bit of backdrop out of the way, I guess that leaves you curious about me. Me? “Hi, I’m Alvin.” I’m nothing special. Scrawny, scrappy. I stand 5’10”, sandy blonde hair, light blue eyes, semi-muscular, long faced, strong jawed. I am an orphan, or at least I think I’m an orphan. I live in a basement of a building. Raised by an A.I. Her number is AI-VIN: MUM2002. I just call her Mum. Look familiar? AI-VIN… Alvin… So, mum raised me by being a peddler on the side. Now that I’m 17, I can help her find her wares, if you know what I mean.
By Crystal Edmondson5 years ago in Fiction