Sci Fi

A Whiff of Nostalgia
Twelve people in front of me. Not much longer now. Just an hour more and FOMO begone. Yes, I too shall have social-media bragging rights about “green space”.
By Rudolf Buitendach5 years ago in Fiction
Above the Dark Sky
Despite being almost 500 miles south of the Green Zone, The Stellman Tower in Oslo was still the seventh tallest building on earth. It was 948 stories tall.
By Brad Sebastian5 years ago in Fiction
The Key To Your Dreams
It must be a dream. A skeleton holds a heart-shaped locket out towards me. A quiet voice whispers, “Take it. It’s the key…”
By L.P. Masters5 years ago in Fiction
Gamma Knife
I begin this diary as a way to process my emotions and provide some context for any readers who might come across this after my death. I am writing this on stone paper. Anything digital is out because I don’t want this memoir to be deleted like my family was.
By Eric Shear5 years ago in Fiction
Of Flesh and Steel
Vivian picked through the rubble of an old decrepit building. She came across something unique under the rubble, a stainless steel trapdoor with a keypad indented in the floor next to it. She'd heard about such doors and the treasures that could be found within. She started clearing the rubble excitedly to uncover the rest of the door and her heart sank. There was a giant hole in the center of the door. Sighing to herself she pulled out her sun light and shined it into the hole.
By Theodore Graham5 years ago in Fiction
Cessation of Feeling
Day 3 Her chest is moving but she cannot breathe. She clutches her side, struggles against the stab of a stitch in her abdomen, remembers that breathing through the nose is sometimes easier. She closes her eyes against tears. She only notices the hope she had stored up in this house now that it is no longer there.
By Grayce Keen5 years ago in Fiction
Ascension
‘Praise be to the gods! They who saved the world! May they forever stride amongst the heavens sheltering us for the end of old and that which corrupts our human hearts!’ Tess rolled her eyes. The seecher’s words rung emptier than her belly. Or at least to her they did. The masses of starving who lived amongst the filth and rot between countless towered streets rose to the seecher’s call.
By Luc McKenzie5 years ago in Fiction
Unseen
The shared gaze of blue and brown eyes was snapped away by gunfire. Graham whipped his head to the right. Across the vast desert canyon below, he could see his parents’ settlement and the tents surrounding it. It looked as calm as ever, not much different than it had in the fifteen years since they had moved here and set up a medical mission. There was still a tiny brook dissecting the camp, an orchard on the north side, and a massive boulder on the south. It did appear, however, that several plumes of dust had formed on the outskirts.
By Michael Sarpen5 years ago in Fiction
Beacon
It was the first thing he owned that was explicitly his, not to be shared with siblings or curious members of the New. Something secret that he had found in one of the many dilapidated homes that lined the border of the New and the Old. It had been covered by dust and the ghost of what had once been a support beam for the roof in a home that he or one of his thousands of siblings had cleared out so many lifetimes ago.
By Aria5 years ago in Fiction
Human Villages
Human villages had just opened around the world. These villages were set up by the Robots, that the humans had originally invented. Humans had given Robots artificial intelligence and artificial emotions giving them a bit of empathy, with which they could now live without the humans designing and creating more of them. They could make themselves, and change the world they now dominated. The Robots learned that to make the humans submissive, they needed to wait a full human generation before they, the humans would follow what they were told to do.
By Judi Guralnick5 years ago in Fiction
The Glass Ceiling
“Lights off, you little cretins!” A fist pounded his door with a loud thwack, and the floodlight on the wall clicked off. “I said lights out!” There was another, duller, thud a few doors down. “Shut the hell up!”
By S.R.Robertson_Author5 years ago in Fiction
Sentimental
After the second plague, the third World War, the fourth Civil War, and the dropping of those nuclear weapons in New York, processing the dead became big business. It was one of those careers which sucks to have, but must be done, so they come embellished with all sorts of hazard pays to bolster their employment ranks. The money was the only reason I took the job.
By SC Todd5 years ago in Fiction