Sci Fi
"Beyond Fiction: Could Time Travel Be Our Next Frontier?
Have you ever dared to dream of navigating the intricate tapestry of time itself? A journey where the past whispers its secrets, and the future beckons with tantalizing enigmas. Close your eyes, and let me weave a tale that transcends the ordinary, a tale of time travel that stretches the boundaries of reality.
By Kingsley U Anoruo3 years ago in Fiction
The Trappist Adventure-Chapter 2
We both stared at the overhead skies for what seemed like hours, but was probably less. As a kid, I imagined being an astronomer or an astronaut. I would spend hours watching the heavens, star gazing, and dreaming of being out there amongst the planets. Now, I had nothing to say or share with the doctor.
By Jason Morton3 years ago in Fiction
Phantom Lair of Secrets - Part 3
An eerie dawn woke the dig director and Trudy extra early. All of the Echo Team didn’t take long to gather together soon after instructions were given to follow Damian. They were all going armed to the teeth with rifles and shotguns that had been packed on the sledge.
By Kathy J Anderson3 years ago in Fiction
Phantom Lair of Secrets
Part 1 They expected ice and snowfall for most of the constant dark days spent traveling to their goal. The unearthing of a treasure of ancient origins, perhaps even an as yet undiscovered civilisation. The Echo Team, as they were wont to call themselves, were oblivious to their surroundings in the twilight beyond the headlights they all wore.
By Kathy J Anderson3 years ago in Fiction
Gav and Bob Part 5: Faith and Martyrs
The planet below didn’t look like much. It was a big, blue ball, with splotches of green and brown, and a few splashes of white. It made Gav think of a marble he’d had a long time ago, and that he’d traded for a sweet stick when he and his tribe were done with their exercises for the day. He hunkered down in the gun cutter, watching through his porthole as the world got bigger, and bigger. He knew what was coming next, and he didn’t like it. Up in the pilot’s seat, Sheexa started flicking switches, and talking into her headset.
By Neal Litherland3 years ago in Fiction
The Time I Thought My Gift Was My Curse
The people in the office, equivalent to the NSA in the year 2044, sat with me and questioned me for hours. Medical people checked my vitals and were especially interested in my blood contents. Other scientists placed EGG machines on my skull, and an MRI of my brain was coming up at any minute.
By Rene Volpi 3 years ago in Fiction








