Sci Fi

Berry. Second Place in Arid Challenge.
I closed my mouth slowly, deliberately, pressing rather than chewing. It is important to savour. The berry, plucked so long ago from that solitary bush, kept too long in my tattered pouch, was engulfed in my parched silence. It was shrivelled, hard; my tongue pushed it to the roof of my mouth, my throat braced for a burst of sweet juice that never came.
By James Leek3 years ago in Fiction
Luna's Moon Adventure
I wrote a story for my son that I wanted to read to him during the night. This is an English translation of the story. Would this work as an evening story before bedtime? He likes bunnies and Star Wars, so wanted to combine these elements to create a story, I hope you like it.
By Mattias Landegren Örtlund3 years ago in Fiction
Rox Vs. Rotto
Rox Kasker circled his wounded prey with murderous intent. He spun his large, double-edged ax in his leathery hands while he studied his victim, deciphering the best, and most satisfying way to kill it. The rain had ceased its downpour and the jackals had fled the area after Rox’s men had killed six of them. The forest was dead quiet, so quiet that Rox could actually hear the heartbeat of his prey, pounding inside of his enormous chest. The Gungan had ordered Pyrus to venture deeper into the woods, to make sure the jackals were not preparing for a surprise attack, but that had been over an hour ago, and he had not yet returned. Rox could only assume that his comrade had perished, or found himself lost. IG-96 was slowly casing their perimeter, scanning for heat signatures.
By Kale Sinclair3 years ago in Fiction
The Other Side of the Solar System
I woke groggy and confused, momentarily forgetting where I was. The couch. Rubbing the bleariness from my eyes, I rose and stretched. Outside the wall sized window of my living room, the speckled lights of the vast metropolis painted me in their starlit glow. It was still dark, the never sleeping cityscape of Galactic Center bathed my living room in a calm indigo ambience.
By Dakota Rice3 years ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch.13
It took me a little longer than I hoped to make it back to Corina’s camp. I decided it wise to take the long way around, just in case. It must have been around midnight before I finally walked into the old library to find Corina and Alice talking in the corner. Alice looks upset. She sits against the wall, her leg bouncing from nerves, but she doesn’t see me coming just yet. My guess is that she has been like that for a while.
By Kevin Barkman3 years ago in Fiction
What if Time Traveling was Possible
In the fabric of our reality, time stands as an unyielding force, dictating the rhythm of our lives in a linear procession. But what if this concept were not as steadfast as it seems? What if time travel, once confined to the realms of science fiction, became an attainable reality? Step into the hypothetical realm as we unravel the implications, possibilities, and profound changes that could unfold if time travel were indeed within our grasp.
By Jin83 years ago in Fiction
Doctor Who: "The Star Beast spoiler-filled review"
Doctor Who: The Star Beast 60th Anniversary Special - A Nostalgic and Heartwarming Journey In the first installment of the three-part 60th-anniversary special, Doctor Who takes a trip down memory lane, recapturing the essence that has made it an enduring family favorite. Written by Andrew Harrison, this special, titled "The Star Beast," serves as a delightful blend of warmth, inclusivity, humor, and drama, reminiscent of the show's classic roots.
By Puneet Bhatnagar3 years ago in Fiction
Crypteia
The air wrapped around our face as we descended through the darkness. The call of freedom, to it we harken our pace. To save ourselves from the final destruction. Of ourselves from their constructed narrative of destruction.
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Fiction
The Monk Who Traveled Far
An Irish monk by the name of O’Malley sank his foot into the deep African sand as he trudged along in the searing heat on his way to teach the people of a remote village. His unruly wispy hair was like fire and his eyes were as green as a three-leaf cover. St. Patrick had converted him to Christianity by explaining the Godhead with a three-leaf clover. It was all well and good until he found himself in the middle of nowhere parched of thirst and wishing for the beautiful, lush green mountainsides of his homeland.
By Becky Allred3 years ago in Fiction
AKNA AND THE CROSSING
“They are waiting for you.” The robed acolyte bows their shaved head and motions toward the Great Meeting Tent. Akna returns a polite bow, and continues her ascent up the hill.
By Aaron Morrison3 years ago in Fiction
The Snow Dragon
It was a cold winter day in the small village of Willow Creek. The snow was falling heavily, and the wind was howling through the trees. Inside their cozy cottage, a young girl named Nimli sat by the fire, reading a book.
By Nims3 years ago in Fiction
Ozymandias: Part 2
The blue sun hangs low across the horizon. I sit in silence, watching it make its slow descent out of view. Finally, the burden upon my skin could be relieved, if only for a moment. I dare not move at any time in which the sun peeks out its dreary head. Even scantily clad in rags and scraps, I still heat like a brazen bowl during the everlasting days. Beneath the rags and above my raw skin, sits a prison I can never escape. Pieces of rusted metal sit loosely upon my body, covering almost every inch.
By Aidan Comstock3 years ago in Fiction