Sci Fi
The 1%
“Testing, testing, how do I know when this thing is recording? Damnit, I was never any good with fancy tech.” I peer inside the hollo-locket Grandpa gave me on our last day together. He had squirrelled it away as we scavenged through an old tech store for usable parts. It was meant to be a gift for my 18th birthday.
By The Creative Chimera 5 years ago in Fiction
The Eruption of All Time
It was 3 am in the morning on a Thursday night in summer and the soft hum of the clothes dryer droned in the background. Molly sat at her desk pondering life prior to the eruption at Yellow Stone Park. Several days following the eruptions, universal forces began to descend on the earth in droves. Just a couple of months prior to the world changing as everyone knew it, her sister visited to assist with her son's DUI court date. Molly could not take the day off to drive him to court so her sister drove five hundred miles to visit and take him on his court date.
By Kristina Castor5 years ago in Fiction
Scrapper
Jules landed on her feet, hauling her bag behind her as she exited the shoot. Keeping her mask in place, she beelined for the nearest decontamination station. She entered her identification code on the provided tablet and waited while her information was processed. Swiping quickly through the verification process, she huffed out a breath when the doors in front of her finally opened. She entered the first station and shifted from foot to foot repeatedly as she was blasted with the initial cleansing mist, watching as it coalesced and drained through the floor. “You would think they would have fixed the timing on these older models by now...didn’t the newest rep say they were going to be upgrading the stations at this port until new models could be installed? Eh, whatever.” Jules shrugged and shook her head, following the automated instructions to proceed to the next stage. When she was through the final stage, she snorted out a laugh as she waved at the appraiser on the other side of the wall. “Heya, Clay, didn’t know you were working Sector 7’s port this week. How’s the family?”
By Katherine Hanson5 years ago in Fiction
The Mercy of Angels
PROLOGUE THE gravity alarm sounded suddenly. Wrenched from sleep I unclipped my retaining strap and cascaded from my bunk, my hands clawing for the handholds on the roof of my quarters. As the 60 second countdown struck 12, my feet jammed against the floor and my white knuckles gripped the handholds in anticipation. My roommate, Bella, was not there. This explained the lack of a wake-up shove. She was probably bunking with Jeremy again, ugh!
By Lesley Knight5 years ago in Fiction
A Conversation At The End Of The World
It’s quiet atop the hill except for a wind rustling through autumn-painted trees. In the distance there are sounds, so many of them. Sirens, soaring above the rising swell of countless vehicle alarms and muffled announcements echoing urgently across the cityscape. Columns of smoke, more and more of them, spiral into the clear skies, black banners waving for attention. A lone skyscraper, pointing frantically at something unseen above, disintegrates with a confused groan, collapsing down into a silvery cloud that shoots high into the air, a towering ghost composed of sparkling glass dust and metal particulate.
By Pee Eye Bee5 years ago in Fiction
Jolt
The sign in front of the high school was so weathered she could no longer make out the words. Pipevine had reached up to cover it further. There was a large cougar in mid-jump emblazoned on one side, looking as if it were trying to escape the vine’s stranglehold. She looked up into the cougar’s enraged eyes as she crept past. Whatever this place had been called before, no one would remember it now.
By Conquering Valhalla5 years ago in Fiction
Beat
Earth had become a legend of a legend, a consumption of time forgotten to the dementia of Humanity. On the last day of light, the Human Race left the Milky Way and with the crumble of its Galaxy, gave hope and chance into the abyssal void. The apocalypse of the Universe was silent, the Degenerate Era, the death of starlight. Refuge was not so easily offered by Mother Nature, only the strong survived what came, the uprising of the singularities took tribute from the old and young, trading passage and respite for those that did what needed to be done.
By Will Parsons5 years ago in Fiction
A Graduation Gift
Dearest Candidate-Computer-Engineer (56732.3602138): I pray this gift and message reaches you peacefully. This necklace is yours now, take care, because it wouldn’t be mine to share without purpose. Metals for this locket and chain were mined by people long ago. It might have been part of a Mayan idol or maybe the calf that Moses condemned. Perhaps it was part of the knife that stabbed Jesus or Caesar. It doesn’t matter because it cannot be any of those things anymore. They took it from Bert when we were arrested. I gave her a heart shaped locket because Grandma had one where she kept a picture of Grandpa trapped inside. Grandma used to fumble with his portrait as it dangled against her chest, and she blabbed about the fires that burned down the planet and her cabin; about the plagues that killed everyone but us. All of that was back in the ‘20’s or ‘30’s, before we left Earth. This little locket is from Earth, just like Grandma and Grandpa, and all the moms and dads, just like you. They are me and I am you, so pay attention to our story - because it is your story.
By Cean Mills5 years ago in Fiction
