Sci Fi
The Fall
The fall came without a warning. No wave of cataclysmic disasters to forecast the outcome. No prophets of woe stating the end was nigh. No politicians promising hope and a solution. It all happened in the proverbial blink of an eye. People went to sleep one night and when they awoke - the ones that awoke that is - the world was different.
By Sophie Jackson5 years ago in Fiction
Aftershock
I hid around the corner of the abandoned mansion, my chest pounding against the heart shaped locket that hung around my neck. I could hear the clicking noises coming from the creatures in the distance. The heat from my breath filled my gas mask and made my brow bone bead with sweat. My black hair clung to my throat in clumps. It felt like I had been running for years, although I had only run a half mile. Sidling with my back against the wall, I held my breath and peered around the corner to my right.
By Zoe Rene Gordon5 years ago in Fiction
The Game Changer
Mina stood on a mound of rubble looking towards the overgrown structures strangled with vines and algae. She stared off in the direction of the refraction of light that caught her eye. She must inspect. With no sun visible …. a reflection, of what? what could it be, and why?
By Pia Alexandra5 years ago in Fiction
Looking at Memories
Masiko looked out over the tall grassy fields, heat dancing into the air and the soft chatter of the village filling her with a familiar comfort. She gazed towards the south east with her long hand shading her eyes. Something tugged at her bright purple and white chitenge.
By Ashley Somogyi5 years ago in Fiction
A Slow Death
Skaler didn’t have a last name. Truth be told, she wasn’t supposed to have a first, but she had chosen it herself and liked it. Last names were for people with families, and there weren’t a great many of those left. But she deserved a first name, her Ma had always said so, and she had listened.
By Calvin Prickett5 years ago in Fiction
New Hope
Diary Entry: Corrinne Bailey November 26, 2065 Today is Thanksgiving. Well, not really. It would have been Thanksgiving in the Old World. My mom always made the big meal the best. The house would start smelling of turkey, yeast rolls, sweet potatoes, and spices early in the morning and last all day until dinner was served. The aroma was heavenly. The memories are there; but fuzzy. I remember smells more than I remember actual events. I’m pretty sure the house was full of people, and we laughed and ate until we couldn’t anymore.
By Stephanie McNew5 years ago in Fiction
The Eviction Notice
Our first sign should have been when every television, computer, phone and tablet on the planet went rogue, displaying "YOUR PAYMENT IS PAST DUE. THIS IS YOUR FINAL NOTICE!" upon every screen. However, after conducting lengthy investigations, world leaders eventually decided that they had more pressing concerns than what appeared to be an incredible but harmless hack-job. As I stated from the beginning, and we’re all now aware, this would be a colossal mistake.
By Heather Odom5 years ago in Fiction
Questions at the Edge
They shot the American redhead first, the big Latino next, both in the head, and then shot me in the leg. With the panic around us, only Binti noticed my cry of pain. She saw me stumble to the floor, blood seeping through my jeans, and jumped up on the platform to kneel next to me. She slipped off her rucksack, pulled out a clean towel -- probably her last -- and pressed it hard into the wound. It wasn’t the first gunshot injury for either of us.
By Tor de Vries5 years ago in Fiction
Aryotes-11: The End of Days
The average heart rate for a human being is seventy-two beats per minute. That was before the dark wave swept across the planet. In the year twenty ninety-nine there was a meteor shower, carrying one of the deadliest pathogens known to man. It affected over ninety-nine percent of all life on earth. As the remnants of the meteors burned in the atmosphere, they dissipated into the hazardous gas known as Aryotes-11. For most people, it caused heart failure. For the remaining few left alive, they morphed into these other-worldly mind-less creatures. These large, jagged, rock-like creatures; feed on anything with an active heartbeat.
By James Maynard Jr5 years ago in Fiction
