Sci Fi
Your Heart's Desire
I want you to close your eyes. Close your eyes and imagine what it would feel like if one day, you woke and everything you knew about yourself was gone. You knew nothing about yourself. Not your name, your age, not even the color of your eyes. You wake up in a white room, and while you don’t know who you are, you still know things like what the small hard things in your mouth are, the ins and outs of politics, and the fact that at this moment there are nine other people waking up in the rooms next to you and in front of you.
By Erick Mendez5 years ago in Fiction
The Homeowner Association
Willy did not mind the monitoring chip in his brain. He thought nothing, did nothing, considered nothing that he was afraid to have observed. He conformed to all rules, standards, and guidelines; he had the right education, the right extra-curriculars, and the right club memberships; he paid the right subscriptions, voted the right way, and disapproved of everything.
By James Daniel Little5 years ago in Fiction
K-Pop-Apocalypse
Part 1: After the Apocalypse At work in a corporate sound studio, T-Hope mixed music in despondence. He yawned and rubbed his eyes. He made a record scratch effect on his nanotech turntables that was so unenthusiastic it sounded like a seagull’s last squawk before flying into a jet engine. He sighed. Seven years ago, the K-Pop-Apocalypse changed everything.
By Tyler Clark5 years ago in Fiction
Chain Code
CHAIN CODE By Nathan J Baxter A nondescript man sits in a dark room, his face illuminated by a single computer screen. A mug full of coffee that had long since lost its heat sat untouched next to a half eaten pastry. The only door in the room was directly behind the man. It suddenly burst open revealing a sterile hallway filled with impersonal fluorescent light that spilled into the dark room. A disheveled woman in a lab coat and glasses rushed in, closing the door behind her and returning it to darkness.
By Nathan Baxter5 years ago in Fiction
18:51
A light drizzle had been blessing the roofs of London for the past hour, and the grey sky was finally opening up. A woman in a crimson dress reached beyond her umbrella; satisfied, she retracted the cover and continued to scurry through Hyde Park. She adjusted the heart-shaped brooch at the base of her choker, eyeing the dubious wisps of clouds lingering up ahead. The trail bustled with horse-drawn carriages and well-dressed folk making conversation. She paused when she saw a group of sturdy men erecting a banner by The New Crystal Palace.
By Heidi West5 years ago in Fiction
If Tomorrow Was Yesterday
The sun beaming through the barred window always wakes me up in the morning. Today was no different, the camp only provides us with one uniform made of dense cloth ill fit for the desert sun. It doesn’t matter, I don’t sleep well in this cage and neither does anyone else I share it with. I like to blame the heat, but I just say that to avoid talking about what’s really keeping me awake at night.
By Max Wightman5 years ago in Fiction
Production
I stumbled into my simple room. Bare furniture scavenged over the years and heavily damaged walls, patch repaired until I have the money to fix it greet me. My eyelids weighed me down. I stifled a sob. I don't want to live like this. Forever. Rolling a knot out of my back, I knock loose acorns that come crackling down my spine. Bones settling back into place. My gloves knocked the smith's ash into a neat pile on the floor. Exhausted, I hammered myself into bed. The noises that every person avoids to keep sleepers at peace, prying my eyes wide awake. I sighed and looked for More. Feeling around the cardboard box I used to keep the cat litter in another box, I searched for my wallet. I had started resting it there. A slick black leather wallet that my friend found me on the side of a road. My thick brown leather wallet was too big while holding little he said. I found it flat against the box. More pills spilled out. I grabbed one and turned it over in my hand. Studying it. Who doesn't want More? I swallow. I felt its unnatural shape as it lowered.
By Eric Jacobsen5 years ago in Fiction
Gemini
After two years of being a Diver, Kaya and her team have finally found something of interest. All the other teams in her Diving unit have found things in the city ruins beneath the waves years ago. Kaya’s team had been deemed unlucky or useless for the longest time but now, finally they have something to show for all the resources they were using.
By Jada Whittaker5 years ago in Fiction
An Error in Time
An Error In Time The spacecraft emerged vibrating from Hypervoid, silent in the air above Sedata, Arizona one rosy dawn in summer, 2065 A.D. to return abductees taken for study. It materialized, disguised as a cloud, above Clang Rock--a bell-shaped formation now called a VorTax since tourists paid top dollar to climb it and experience ultimate connection.
By Stephen Vernarelli5 years ago in Fiction
