Sci Fi
The Pens
BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! I wake up with a start. What? I slide my legs over the edge of bed as I sit up. BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! Standing up in a huff I grab my housecoat and head for the front door to see who I'm punching in the nose for pounding on MY door like that at what, O230 hours on a Sunday.
By Daniel G Dionne5 years ago in Fiction
Utopia
Utopia By Brandi Wanto The simplicity scares me as I think about it from start to finish. Drilling an ice sample in the artic ended our civilization as we knew it. Cutting into the ice was cutting back in time. Ancient micoorganisms were free to mingle in the air. The bacterium and fungi swept through humanity killing anyone without immunity. Over 90% of the world wiped out in seven years.
By Brandi Bowers5 years ago in Fiction
Lights Out
I was born into a world without electricity. I am sixteen years old. I am also dying. My name is Anastasia Irina Smirnova, but everyone calls me Ana. Twenty years ago, Chinese terrorists set off an electromagnetic pulse in the atmosphere above Saint Petersburg, Russia, where I was born. That was the day the lights went out. Everything electricity-based was immediately rendered useless. I have never known computers, airplanes, smart phones, refrigeration, air conditioning, or clean hot water from a faucet; only through stories do I know of these things. I was born into the darkness.
By Bryanne Sullivan5 years ago in Fiction
The Cost of Self
Start David remembered. More vividly this time he remembered both sides now. There was holes throughout his torso, patterned with the scorch marks across the skin from those poor helpless souls, walking bags of steel and memory from a time where no true mind still reached. He could still feel the gore soaking through his skin. The memories he was never supposed to see. All of the things that it had kept from him. Where he was from. How he was made. What he really was. How more were made. And how it grew. How the core used all people itself to grow. And how it would keep going. The sounds in his head were deafening, like opening two worlds at the same time, opening your eyes in two separate places and seeing both at the same time. But this was finally him. His life was more than hunting his kin, was more than hunting men and women and children to strip them down to fuel for the fire to feed this monster, and ones and zeros for the AI to process. To grow. To become ' complete.' He felt it pushing memories of a family he had never had, had never belonged to into his mind, it screaming for control with no more options, no more abominations of man and metal it command to end him now. It had two options with him now. Either win control, or self destruct the building, and shield itself in the way down. Protect itself so it could rebuild, without losing all progress. Without losing itself. David felt the life spilling out of him, painting the floor and walls where he touched with an inky darkness. And as he wheezed from breathless lips, he knew he would make a third option. He stepped into the room, and the world went black.
By Neil Korera5 years ago in Fiction
Remembering When the Sun Went Out
There's another empty booklet waiting for me on the desk, must be close to three years now. The first one was here when I appeared in this room, just a few days after the sun went out. The second was waiting on the desk after the three-hundred and sixtieth time the lights in my room went out. I can't remember what day or time it is, but I remember seeing the sun getting drawn into the dot and how quickly everything became cold. I wonder where my mom and dad are, I hope they were taken up too. Wish the voice wasn't so loud and demanding. The commands are beyond old and annoying. “HOW ABOUT TELLING ME WHY YOU TOOK ME FROM MY FAMILY!”
By Tim Pieper5 years ago in Fiction
Clarion
Step. Dust puffed from beneath the cracked soles of her bare feet. Clarion’s head hung low, her eyes watching the way the fine brown dirt fell over the tops of her feet, clinging to the tiny hairs there, unwanted passengers on this journey of drudgery. The sun beat on her shoulders causing them to bow further, the heat like a physical weight.
By Sheila Marie5 years ago in Fiction
Earth Cruise
Earth Cruise Lara was excited. For her 12th birthday she had asked Grandpa for a family cruise, and to her surprise, Grandpa Al had said OK, and here they were. The whole family, Lara, her nine year old brother, Kirk, her mother, and her father were berthed on Star Cruiser Constellation, on a fully paid three week cruise with port stops at Mars, Earth’s moon, and the Earth Space Station orbiter.
By Cleve Taylor 5 years ago in Fiction
