Sci Fi
LIONS: FINAL FANTASY "HOME" EDITION
Kaliah jerked me from napping on the sofa screaming in his high-ass accent, “Li-ONEL! Wake the HELL up, night now…NOW!” “Night… now…?” I groaned, opening my eyes frowning up at my big brother. I sat up when I saw the panic in his dark green eyes as his red chiseled face came into view. Kaliah had tears running down his cheeks, and I was on it. Nothing scared Kaliah. He was the brother that everyone looked to like a father figure. “Benjamin…Bro, what’s up?”
By SistarSunRA5 years ago in Fiction
Eyes of R-GyS
R-GyS watched from all angles through wide lenses and static grain. The vast warehouse was starkly lit by the buzzing fluorescents above. The shadows were sharp, stained yellow like aging wallpaper. It was late, and the isles were practically vacant save for a few sparsely scattered wanderers. Humans were typically more skittish at night, moving in small herds of three to four. Some pushed carts full of goods. Another struggled to carry just as much in his arms alone. R-GyS watched small boxes appear around each face. He measured their features in proportion to one another, and each summoned an associated file.
By Tayla Mallow-Spears5 years ago in Fiction
Tomorrow Unseen
She pushes her face out of the moist dirt, her bright green eyes piercing thru the pools that turn into streams cutting swathes thru the mud on her face. Her dark auburn hair hangs down over her face, concealing the tears but not the blood at the corner of her mouth. She pushes herself up on a knee as she looks across at the bare and rather wide back of a man with his arms raised in triumph to a crowd of onlookers, some who cheer his name "DAX! DAX!" Others urge and plead for her to stand. As he celebrates he notices her on a knee with one fist and one boot on the ground and turns to face her. She wipes the tears on her face with the inside of the elbow of her tattered and dirty denim jacket, smearing the dirt.
By Shawn E. Raker5 years ago in Fiction
GHSL Incident
[AUTOMATED TRANSCRIPT EXCERPT, COUNCILMAN VARGAS – DR. GLASS] [TIMESTAMP 9th Moon, Sol 249, 1651, 0832] Vargas. Dr. Glass, having watched your neuro-cam footage of the GHSL Incident, I understand that you have a new weapon against the Axeris-Flodai threat. I need clarification. If you would please, start from your arrival in Darija, and allow me pauses that I may interject. And, for my sake will you please spell out the acronyms you may use as or before they are spoken?
By Joshua Mills5 years ago in Fiction
Utopia Redux
Billy Day sat on the toilet, facing a small 10 x 10 mirror, staring at his reflection. His light brown hair was scruffy and dirty. His eyes were a bright green, and were currently gazing into themselves. Billy, a young man of 17, was worried about his mother. She had been gone for too long. He was beginning to think the worst.
By Colt Henderson5 years ago in Fiction
Alone in the Heart Land
As far the eye could see there was nothing but flat, scorched land. Land that had finally started to give into the sun. It was a good time to stop and recharge, but there was nowhere to hide from potential opportunists. There used to be a strip mall ten miles down the road but that has been scoured and turned over by so many looking for anything of value. If I go another twenty there is a Big Truckstop, but that’s pretty much the same.
By Conner Williams5 years ago in Fiction
The Promise
The Promise Phoenix stepped over the rubble carefully, hearing the soft crunch beneath her leather boots. The hot, dust-filled air scorched its way down her throat. The rag over the lower half of her face barely gave her any relief from the heat. It was just too hot here. Too hot everywhere. Ever since they broke the Earth. You’d think she was in the middle of the Sahara desert. Nobody a year ago would believe that this used to be Chicago. Her eyes scanned her surroundings, taking in the state of the once towering buildings with a building sense of dread. If they hadn’t been destroyed from the series of tornadoes that swept through the area, the sandstorms had finished them off. Everything was a shell of what it once was. Her hope of finding him alive was dwindling. Still...she had to try.
By Jordan Welch5 years ago in Fiction
Fallax
A slight breeze rustled through the narrow streets, disturbing an old newspaper that had been discarded long ago, the ink so faded that no words could be distinguished on the yellowing paper. There was litter everywhere on the dusty road; syringes, random broken bits of plastic and food wrappers that had been licked clean of any remnants of sustenance. The buildings, which had at one time been cheap but fairly comfortable housing, were mostly dilapidated now, with smashed windows, crumbling brickwork, and some walls that were entirely exposed. There were dusty tarpaulins and bits of canvas hung up to replace the missing walls, where people were still trying to eke out a living in the increasingly dangerous surroundings. The only aspect of the town that was still in perfect condition was the small screens, cased in bullet-proof glass, that were attached to wooden poles in regular intervals along each street. A brightly coloured advert was playing on all of them simultaneously, with attractive, healthy people injecting themselves with some kind of blue liquid, surrounded by their equally healthy, equally attractive family.
By Emelia Elliott5 years ago in Fiction
Happiness at the End of the World
Meet at our tree. For months, that’s been our plan. We know that eventually the time will come to evacuate the city and head into the mountains. The news reports have become more and more dire; the world is ending. Everyone knows it. The last of the shuttles departed almost a year ago. Truly, I can’t believe we’ve lasted as long as we have.
By Roger Lawson5 years ago in Fiction
