Sci Fi
Departure
The horns blew and everyone’s world froze. Billie watched as the coffee he had been delicately holding by the rim seemed to fall in slow motion before exploding all over the kiosk table and the white uniform he had pressed the night before as second transportation security officer. Numb to the heat, which was quickly soaking it’s way into his skin, he turned to look at the horn mounted on the 30 foot steel pipe near the exit. Like everyone of his generation, he had been taught since he was an infant what to do when the horns blew as they were now all across the city. But like cpr, stop drop and roll it is easy in the shock of the event itself to forget everything that matters for a split moment and so he looked down at his shirt then at the train platform before him.
By Lucas Parkes5 years ago in Fiction
The Pigeon
The Pigeon Copyright2020 by Daniel S. Dechi On a warm summer day in the city’s public park, an elderly man sits on a wooden bench throwing bits of dry bread to his cooing pigeon friends. A confused, scrawny pigeon hobbles to join the flock. All of the other pigeons appear disturbed by this sickly looking bird, and abruptly fly the scene. The man seems a bit surprised by the flock’s sudden departure, but turns a smile to the afflicted pigeon, and feeds his new friend from the palm of his hand. The man inadvertently coughs, slightly startling the pigeon, but the feeding continues.
By Danny Dechi5 years ago in Fiction
There, Not Back
Day One “Forty five seconds until launch sequence commences” These were the words transmitted to everyone's cellular implants on January 14th, 2093. You see earth was dying at this time, all throughout my life I remember hearing scientists say the earth would be unable to sustain life after 2080 so you can say we were living on borrowed time. But now we must say goodbye to the earth. Breakthroughs in science have recently allowed humans to alter the atmosphere of Mars making it habitable for humans so we are being shuttled in a series of spaceships and my girlfriend found ourselves in the last group leaving earth, our breaths would be the final breaths of oxygen taken from the ever dwindling supply on this overused piece of rock. Elsie, my girlfriend, had to ride in a special shuttle because of her health concerns. This forty five second warning snapped us out of our warm goodbye hug. As we pulled away Elsie removed the heart shaped locket I gifted her years ago and took a picture of us out of the compartment. She handed the picture to me and said “You've had my heart since the day I met you, make sure to give it back to me up there yea?” to which I replied clutching the picture next to my own heart “Couldn’t stop me if ya wanted” and finished it off with a wink. Now I am in my shuttle waiting to blast off I suppose, this will be my first time in outer space so I am a bit nervous. So I just stare out the window at the medical shuttle that carries Elsie to our new world much like a mother carries her young to their new world.
By Carson Wallbrown5 years ago in Fiction
The Nukes of the Phoenix
I run so fast it feels as though my feet are not touching the ground. I run past different shops, no-name businesses, and restaurants and they appear to me as though I am in a car. I look down at the sidewalk and fall abruptly to the ground as the floor shakes beneath me. I get up and am welcomed by a dark shadow that falls overhead. With fear I turn and realize I am seconds away from being crushed by the skyscraper that convulses over me. My mind is moving faster than my body, I fail to keep up with the anxiety that swarms in my gut. The sound of my heartbeat throbs in my ear and I hear nothing else. A thick, pitch-black fog begins to rise from the floor, quickly tucking itself underneath the falling building. The ground shakes again as another nuke shatters the floor, rippling towards me. I cannot breathe while there is smoke in the air or I will die instantly. I am seconds away from escaping the tower but slide into the cement as it begins to rattle again. As I fall, the crackling sounds of my ankle echo throughout my body. It takes every ounce of strength I have to not scream. My lips clench against each other and I pull myself to safety as the tower collapses behind me. Thank God.
By Mady Pritchard5 years ago in Fiction
Kamena's Choice
Rutendo’s grimy fingers pried hard against the plastic seams that trapped the mechanical innards of the burned-out food synth. Whoever made these stupid things never meant for them to be repaired or adjusted, he cursed. After a solid twist, and the weight of his good knee applied to the top panel, Rutendo successfully retrieved the prize concealed inside. A full charge pod! Good for at least a month, he thought, if they were careful. He had a good number in hand now. Now all he needed was a food synth unit that had more than three working menu options. But that desire was a vanity. Food and water were a problem solved right now. Much heavier concerns showed no promise of resolution.
By Michael Van Boom5 years ago in Fiction
Notes from "Nightly Sweep, n. 483" - c.Aug 3088
"It's a cold night in August, don't cha think, Teffin?", asked a brooding figure, standing in the dark, holding a lance. The fog was heavy this evening. Another brooding figure, presumably named Teffin, responded: "Forecasts said it might be this way. Brought me a coat, just in case. Did you not look at the forecasts, Rok?"
By James Currence5 years ago in Fiction
