Sci Fi
Eclipse of Eden
In the distant future, humanity has spread across the galaxy, colonizing countless worlds. Among these colonies is Eden Prime, a lush paradise teeming with life. But beneath its serene facade lies a dark secret that threatens to unravel the very fabric of human evolution.
By Mark Sydnor3 years ago in Fiction
126 — The End That Never Happened
It was our New Beginnings Mortuary Special-of-the-Week: Your DNA in an amino acid broth, seeding a future place with life. Your substrate stabilized on wafers and--from low Earth orbit--dispersed 360º with sun-activated atomization recursively reinforcing momentum to 92% light speed.Thermoplast-coated wafers allow re-entry of countless "seeds" of you--YOU!--landing in areas that do the rest. You--arising--as the dominant species!
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
May the Fourth Be With You: Celebrating Star Wars Day
Star Wars Day: Star Wars Day, celebrated annually on May 4th, has become a beloved global phenomenon that unites fans of the iconic space opera franchise created by George Lucas. This special day, often marked by the playful greeting "May the Fourth Be With You", holds a significant place in the hearts of Star Wars enthusiasts around the world.
By Gopinath.R3 years ago in Fiction
Darok's Continued Martian Musings.
Living here on Earth is still a strain on my health. For all the training I did on Mars (before I came to Earth) to get used to your environment the effect of your strong gravity and white light is not good for me. I have found my health physically, mentally, and spiritually challenged. I can tell I was not designed for your Earth. I was born on a planet where the sun shines less and the gravity is weaker compared to your gravity. Often, I feel the aches, pains, and strains of living in your world. Your white light hurts my eyes so sometimes I have to wear shades even watching your screens. The white light and bright flashing images affect my vision. So that's why I prefer orange light or darker lighting as it is on Mars.
By Nicholas Bishop3 years ago in Fiction
The Echo Chamber
My name’s Abel, and for the most part, I've always found solace in the company of machines rather than people. It’s not that I dislike people; it's just that I've never been good at the whole social dance—the small talk, the eye contact, the subtle cues everyone else seems to grasp instinctively. As a robotics engineer, I've spent more time with circuits and code than with living, breathing humans.
By Maziku Shabani3 years ago in Fiction
A Minute's Difference. Top Story - May 2024.
It was a Tuesday, 2:58...59 in the afternoon. My friend Andy was white-knuckled gripping the edge of his school desk, staring desperately at the second hand of the clock slooowly circling round, while our teacher droned on and on. A girl behind me cracked her gum. Another classmate was fervently scribbling notes. I was trying to look just awake enough not to get called on. Wrapped in my grey hoodie, eyes drooping behind uncut bangs, head leaning on folded arms, I appeared the cliche of a bored teenage boy, on the verge of daydreaming his way into a more exciting life.
By Ellen Stedfeld3 years ago in Fiction
The Neighbor
His name was Amos. He was always a strange man. Retired from a local tire shop, he was a loner.One of those “Get off my lawn!” types. He was a curious and sad soul and that is the best I could describe him. He always wore a long sleeve shirt, even on the hot Alabama summer days. He usually wore a baseball cap, which covered up curly hair and a bad haircut, that I am sure he cut himself. He seemed content with living by himself. His only companion was his dog, CC. I have no clue what those initials stood for, but I am sure that they symbolize a significant and sentimental token of his curious life.
By Gary Stuckey3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Lap. Content Warning.
Gabe reached for the bottle of whisky shaking and batting away a small army of flies. A cold clammy sweat coated him. He smelled of urine and feces. He took a long chug then swapped the bottle for the headset on the coffee table in front of him.
By Kenneth cruz3 years ago in Fiction
