Sci Fi
In the Shade of a Mushroom
1 Sasha’s breathing was loud in her head, even with the metallic whirring of the rising platform she was standing on. Cool beads of sweat formed on the back of her neck beneath her clean-suit and she could feel the rumble of the humming machinery shaking her knees, which felt rubbery and useless. The platform crept ever upward on its track through the near blackness of the corridor, broken occasionally by a string of dim florescent lights mounted in the steel walls every twenty feet or so. The pace of the platform was agonizing and Sasha’s mind felt as if it were on fire.
By Dylan Paul5 years ago in Fiction
The After
She fidgeted with the locket she wore around her neck. She opened it, looked at the pictures inside, then closed the locket and stuck it back in the neck of her shirt. Ran her fingers along the chain holding the locket and then pulled it back from her shirt as if the heart shape trinket would be missing.
By Bryce Bade 5 years ago in Fiction
BARMAH FOREST
Running through the forest floor on the outskirts of Nerimah, he trips over one of the red ones. It’s a girl, early twenties kind of young and would have been quite pretty when The Source was with her. Her hair is vivid red and long, hanging like wet drapes stuck to her luminous chiseled cheeks, marked with holes the size of pins. 'She’s a Redfree,’ ponders Aden.
By Catherine Stace5 years ago in Fiction
Eden’s Rise
Farai - to rejoice and be happy Prologue We all thought that when the vaccine came out in 2021, it would be the end of the virus. I wish we would have known that it was just the beginning. After the vaccine, things went back to normal, for the most part, until a year later. Covid-19 evolved into a supervirus, causing those who got it to turn into carriers for the first month, but after that, their organs would slowly start to shut off.
By Victoria Schmitt5 years ago in Fiction
The Invasive Grave of Elizabeth Washington
1. The burrower left the dead-fall at the same time as she usually did, at false dawn, as the eastern skies lightened but the cool of the night still lingered. Upon exiting, she carefully replaced the layers of dead and living plants that hid the entrance to her burrow. She made a quick circuit of the clearing, checking that the entrance remained hidden. It was safe, as far as anything could be these days. A dead pine and a thorn bush thicket: home sweet home.
By Catherine Hamilton5 years ago in Fiction
Pandora
L-0W quickly glanced at her arm, where her PerCo Personal Data Companion had just finished analysis of the air quality, particle identification, radiation levels, and weather patterns of the gloomy dustbowl and was now issuing a comically long series of warnings. She snorted. Coming here meant death; she already knew that. Still, she quickly swallowed an iodine tablet, drew her nanite weave tight around her face, and tightened the straps on her goggles and oxygen mask, for she could already taste the deadly, radioactive salt. It was bitter and numbed her lips, and the smallest particles couldn't be avoided. It was the first time she had ever tasted salt, and she had been bracing herself for the sensation.
By Adam Barrett5 years ago in Fiction
Into the Blue
By Susannah Halliburton Her hand on his dorsal fin, Marina glided through the water with ease, allowing k’kii’la‘s tail to pump against her shoulder as she bared down to make her exit leap for the surface. This was Marina’s favorite part of the monthly trip to the breaker. She loved the rush of adrenaline that came just before the leap onto shore.
By Susannah Halliburton5 years ago in Fiction
ANTIBODY
I am a soldier. Without any room for interpretation, I protect the Earth from destruction. I haven’t taken a single life outside of this cause and by all rights, they were all just. I’m not an egomaniac, I’m not pushing my beliefs onto others. I defend the Earth. Ironically, that makes me the bad guy; and this heart-shaped locket personifies that all too well.
By Kendale King5 years ago in Fiction
Igwe Ahu
“Look here, my precious sons.” An almond-shaded man adorning a headdress rich in the many brilliant feathers of the native macaw’s beckoned his twin sons over as he rested upon the trunk of a fallen Sharinga tree. The omnipresent sounds of the jungle's beating heart steadily pulsed as Rayhendry, the chief of the untouched Adayeba tribe, held out his clasped palm as his sons looked at one another in awed anticipation.
By Clint James5 years ago in Fiction
A Couple Of Batteries
At the start of when everything fell apart, there were those who chose to blame anyone and everything. They had to find the villain, and often resorted to violence to get what they wanted, proselytizing a better age in recent past. Others chose to hide, giving up what they could to those they saw as having the power to fix things, and constantly pointing out any criticisms they could find to the injustices they felt. They were overwhelmed and wouldn’t fix anything because they were crippled by their own fear but raised their voices on a constant cycle wanting things to change, for us to keep moving forward.
By Rhett Martens5 years ago in Fiction
