Sci Fi

THE OLD WORLD
"David!" I exclaimed. "Are you serious? I wish I had never found Grandma Ann's books, it will be the death of us all! You know, they will not allow our house to be different than the others." "I know," David responded. "It was just nice to think about. Maybe someday. Regardless, if there is a change, I will be ready!"
By Sandy L Moore5 years ago in Fiction
The Flash and the Locket
The Flash and the Locket Mark A Noble The Sun, yes, it's good to feel the Sun again, now that we are in the After. We are almost through the hard part. No Food...Little Water...Bad Air... but that is not the worst of it. The Flash...it causes great damage to our sight. Seems like the only ones left that can make out this world really don't want to. Why would they want to see what we have become? Me...I'm OK with it...hit reset...slow down...time out for Humanity. Now it's the little things...things we used to take for granted...as we moved through life. Not me, I'm not getting caught up in that way of life...more more more...and it's not enough...it's never enough.
By Mark A Noble5 years ago in Fiction
Souls Unlocked
Thunderbolts, lightning - very very frightening - comets, fire and ice all rained down upon the land. Wind tunnels whipped up pieces of the earth, hurling them through the cosmos like a plaything, a surging panic elevating within the people all the existential turmoil they’d suppressed, a people mind you, who had been progressively losing all of their freedoms in the time leading up to this post-apocalyptic, cataclysmic, transduction of terror that was ransacking the town and leaving no one alive in its wake, not even a fly.
By Sophia Laurel Pack5 years ago in Fiction
A Heart to Never Call Home Again
“Waited for you,” I said, and cut a path through the magellanic din. My fingers, delicate now due to my dwindling flesh, cast the electrons aside, and the star fog parted. Then she entered the circle.
By Rebecca Dale5 years ago in Fiction
Heart of the Matter
Cecilia took a step forward into the rubble and reached down to pickup a small heart-shaped locket. She grabbed the chain and lifted the necklace to her eyeline. The locket was delicate and beautiful and looked so out of place surrounded by all this destruction.
By Jorden Turner5 years ago in Fiction
An Era After
Azoline remembers racing up the Deus Tower, the highest structure in Seattle. If they made it to the helicopter port on time, they could hijack one of the copters and fly away from law enforcement. No, they never committed any crimes or inflicted harm upon another human being, though everyone thought they were human in the first place. After they were exposed of their hidden abilities, their adoptive father was killed and all four of them were forced to flee.
By L4uryn5 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
Jeffrey
A collector bot stands just outside the forest line of the clearing surrounding the massive glass habitation dome. Two caretaker bots stand across from the collector in conversation over a wealth of human objects in its possession.
By Chris5 years ago in Fiction
The Underground
“What’s this?” I asked my grandmother, pointing to a bit of shining gold protruding from her apron pocket. She glanced down, and I saw her eyes widen. She shoved the piece out of sight. “Nothing, Amelie, nothing.” She didn’t make eye contact and instead stayed focused on the scenery slowly passing us by as the wagon rattled back and forth.
By Kendall Lambert5 years ago in Fiction
The Sleeping Man
The Oak Estate, November 4015 a.d. He slept for 40 days and nights after we found him. Perhaps he had been sleeping longer, we don’t know. It took me and two of the older children two hours to drag him back to The Oak from the snow where he’d lain. We were wide-eyed, in a dream, anticipating something spectacular as we dragged him up two flights of stairs and plunked him clumsily into a bed. All day and night, he slept. His breathing, invisible. His vibrance, superb. He had no wounds we could see, and our scanners cleared him as clean from disease and infection. I put water and dark bread with beans by his bedside each night. It was eaten a few times, but we never saw him eat it.
By M. A. P. 5 years ago in Fiction
The Empathy Set
Zed was full of shit. I couldn’t ever voice this, as such a hateful comment would result in a hearing on unconscious bias, an offense that carries a quite displeasing penalty: 133 hours of reading Zed’s formation files followed by proof of empathy. I haven’t yet directly offended Zed, so his formation files are technically still a mystery to me, but I can surmise.
By Jill S5 years ago in Fiction
Embers
When the black and orange fiery ash fell from the sky, we were already standing on the hilltop watching three houses in the immediate distance catch fire and burn. Flecks of ash floated so peacefully that I reached out my hand to catch the snowflake-like embers, not considering their heat, before they ignited the grasses of the mesa. People imagined out loud that another country started the attack. I couldn’t help but think it was our own president, but I kept this to myself. There were three men in military-like outfits with faux-leather construction boots yelling about treason and insurrection, people I would call paranoid under regular circumstances, but they didn’t seem so outlandish to me now. They, at least, were prepared.
By Casey Kaye5 years ago in Fiction