Sci Fi
Time and fate are immutable
Time and fate are immutable. What is, has to be. I am writing this record of the events, in the hope that it will survive even if I do not. As with so many things in life, it all began with an accident. I was exploring a wild and desolate place in a remote corner of the Serengeti. I was alone many miles from my base camp and the companions who had stayed there while I roamed far and wide in my ranger rover defender. I had water, food, a spare can of fuel, and a radio in the car so I was not taking great risks. I was walking along a windswept ridge, in the early morning light, before the heat and full glare of the sun started to bake the land. I stood on a loose rock, which rolled away and caused me to fall. I rolled down the slope hitting my head on more loose stones, nothing serious but momentarily disorienting. My fall started a mini landslide of loose earth and rocks and so I ended up near the bottom of the slope coved in dirt but still conscious. I wiped the dirt away from my eyes and found I was looking at a small entrance to a cave that ran under the ridge. Although very few people had explored this area I was still surprised to see a cave, since none had been reported anywhere near this location at any time in the past. I sat up and dusted myself down, before starting to pull the loose rocks from the entrance. I cleared away enough to allow me to crawl in. I could see this was a larger cavity than I was expecting. I returned to my vehicle and found my torch, water, food, and radio; I decided against calling my friends until I knew what it was that I had found. I stuffed all into my rucksack and went back to the cave. Being a cautious person, through past experience, I had also brought the shovel used to dig the rover out of sand traps and so I cleared the entrance and the surroundings, enough to be satisfied that a further land slide would not trap me inside the cave, and I had the shovel to dig may way out of it came to that. Once fully inside the cavity I immediately felt cooler, getting out of the rising sun, dropped the temperature many degrees and now was more suited to physical activity. To my surprise the floor, walls and roof were all solid rock and very little sand had seeped in, just a light dusting covered the floor. I could stand up straight but needed to keep a watch since there was very little clearance for my head. The cave was about 1 meter width and curved away to my right, once round this curve I need the torch, it kept on curving to my right while going down a gentle slope, nothing to cause concern but always going down deeper into the ground. I was going slow and stopping frequently to listen for the sound of rocks moving, just in case. I lost all sense of time, forgetting to check my watch before entering the cave, meant I have no measurement of how long I had been walking downwards. I guessed about half an hour then I found a most extraordinary thing. The cave opened out into a cavern at least five meters wide four meters high and twenty meters long. The floor was clean, no sand, no loose dust, absolutely clean, flat, and smooth. In fact it was clean to the point of being sterile and reminded me of the research laboratories back in my university time. I shone the torch all around and in its bright LED light I could see a clearly man made, rectangular structure. It took me a few moments to take this in, what a find. I tried to radio my friends but there was no reception just a buzz.
By Peter Rose4 years ago in Fiction
Bonnie and Floyde. Top Story - February 2023.
"I am a bad apple". At least that's what Mama used to say. She was so strict and stern that I never got to have any fun. Papa was much better, he used to hang out with me, and we had some really good times. He took me to all kinds of sporting matches, granted I couldn't tell one game from the other. Football, Soccer, Cricket, Baseball, Golf, well, I tell ya, they just seemed like a lot of people running around all the time. But, I just loved hanging out with him, I loved Papa. Then he just upped and died from something in his brain. Why the stupid doctors allowed that to happen, I just couldn't tell.
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Fiction
John in Time
John was a time traveler, one of the lucky few who had been given the gift of being able to move through time at will. He had been traveling through the ages for years, visiting different time periods and experiencing history first-hand. But one day, something strange happened. He found himself trapped in the past, unable to return to his own time.
By HONESTGANG4 years ago in Fiction
The Sparrow Saga 2: The Yellow Rift
The ship was in sight. The escape was near. In about two hundred metres the Sparrow will be on the ship and in the far-off galaxy, alone, with no more worries in the world. Tearing through the trees she felt the blood pumping quickly in her fingertips, her heart was racing, and a massive adrenaline shot through her brain. The noise of the sirens behind her were getting louder each second, she learnt to ignore it in the past twenty minutes. The door of the centre was open, a perfect escape, in fact it wasn’t perfect, it was brilliant.
By Sara Sparrow4 years ago in Fiction
Travelers
No one ever seemed to notice the lightning. It isn’t normal lightning, heralded by ominous dark clouds and trailed by thunder. Instead, it is simply a bright flash of light, and most normal people just blink their eyes and wonder if they saw what they thought they saw, shake their heads, and then go about their day. They may think that they’ve been out in the sun too long, if they think anything at all.
By T.J. Samek4 years ago in Fiction
The Wheel
Alondra was a brilliant physicist, a pioneer in the field of time travel. Her passion for time travel began when she was just a child, and her grandfather told her stories of a world that once was. A world that was full of wonder, magic, and mystery. He told her stories of how people once traveled on foot, how they carried their goods on their backs, and how they used their strength to move massive objects.
By George Lopez4 years ago in Fiction
Wormhole to Wernher
The grandfather's paradox was what I was thinking about while suiting up to pass through a wormhole to go back in time. No one had gone back in time before until now because it takes tons of energy to send even one person through time and there is no way to really know if it would even do anything. As in change what happened in the past. Can we really stop anything from happening as one person going back to warn people? Possibly not. I might not even be able to remember my life here in the future. The past will just become the now. A different now. No more 2023. I close my eyes as I am set up to launch into the wormhole. My comrades pat one last goodbye to me as they push me into the little ship. Before this moment we ate one last lunch together as they hoped they would remember me. Jack and Parker were like brothers to me. I chose to do this because I am the only one who doesn’t really have family. No wife, no children, and my parents passed away long ago. I only have my work colleagues that I am now hoping to make proud even if they don’t exactly remember who I am or if I will even be able to get back to see them. I hear a whoosh! and feel as if my body is discombobulated before losing consciousness.
By Seashell Harpspring 4 years ago in Fiction
