Sci Fi
The Adventures of Abernathy Franklin
It was a particularly warm evening in August when I had a most intriguing, scarcely believable experience. Life altering, I suppose one might say. I had readied myself for bed, brushed the pearly whites, donned the pink pajamas …or they may have been coral…or it could have been persimmon..is that how you say that? Persimmon? it’s not important) …anyway, I was well snuggled in and on the point of dropping into a pleasant sleep when I heard a sound. It was a sort of sudden shuffling or scuffle coming from the direction of the kitchen, as if a body of some kind had abruptly stopped itself on the edge of a chair, and shifted it an inch or two. My eyes shot open, not much use in the dark, and I tilted an ear in the direction of the sound, holding my breath and listening intently.. Part of me desperately wondering why I did not routinely take a carving knife to bed. There came more softs sounds of covert movement when…
By Haleigh Overseth4 years ago in Fiction
The Time Traveller
Once upon a time, in a world much like our own, there lived a man named Roger who was a brilliant scientist. He had dedicated his life to studying time travel and finally, after years of hard work and experimentation, he had built a time machine. The machine was a marvel of engineering, and Roger was filled with excitement and a sense of purpose as he began to plan his first journey through time.
By Guru Prasanth4 years ago in Fiction
Pearl harbors past
The more I go back in time the more I feel myself fading away. But they tell me what I have is a gift and I’ll live more in my short years than anyone living a long happy life. No one asked if I wanted “normal” when they found me. They just assumed that leaping is the only thing I’m good for. That’s what we call it. Leaping isn’t a gift. More of a curse. We age faster. Especially if we go back too far. We couple die in another time if we aren’t too careful. There’s only a handful of us. There’s about 2 of us working for the government. The others hide from us. Maybe living their lives in an other time. I would know. I work in New York , under the city. The tunnels they don’t tell you about. I don’t know the half of it. I am only allowed in one part of the tunnel system. Zone Z. We are asked to mostly “glare at the past” which means we don’t leap. We just look. I can see what happened 5 minutes ago in my neighbors apartment if I wanted to. But he’s a middle age man who just got a divorce. Probably not the best idea. But not the point, I was just giving you an example. I’m not the smartest of men. I broadcasted my travels on the internet and they found me faster then you can say “hi, who are you and why are you at my door?” They pretty much promised me a luxurious life of riches and no worry. “Just come work for us” they said. “It will be fun” they said. But little did I know they meant give my single mother that too good to be true of a life and all the riches. And who could say no to that. They mostly ask me to spy on phone calls anyway. They’ve never asked me to leap. And they haven’t asked the other guy either. His name is Paul by the way. We haven’t talked much. He brought me cold coffee once. I just don’t think he wanted to throw away the coffee he got for himself, forgot about and didn’t want to leave the room to throw it away. Our room is a single desk with all white walls. We get a piece of paper and are told to speak what we see after we glare back from the commands on the sheet. No one else is in there with us. So pretty much they are spying on us all the time. This morning I find myself feeling like I’m 30 rather than a 21 year old. I started getting back pain in my last glare. They told me to look back to 1941 on December 7th. If you don’t know that Pearl Harbor. The massacre caused by Japan. Now yea it was awhile ago. But they believe it’s more than that. They think it was set up by a higher official on our side. I only know this because of what I have seen so far. But I can’t see as much as they’d like with glaring. So doing little pieces at a time. I think there’s a piece of information they need for this time. I feel like an investigating cheat. I don’t have to do much investigation to see. All I need is a picture of the person or the place and I just feel the time. It’s like someone who has perfect pitch. They just know how to work a piano. I just know how to work time.
By Kira Viveiros4 years ago in Fiction
The Time Traveler's Journey: A Tale of Adventure, Love and Legacy
The time traveler's name was John and he had been traveling through time for as long as he could remember. He had seen many things experienced the birth and death of civilizations and had even changed small events in the past to make the future a better place. But now he was facing a dilemma unlike any he had ever encountered.
By Gurulathan S4 years ago in Fiction
The Secret Room
Closed Doors: What's behind the door? Why is it closed? These were the thoughts that ran through Mary's mind as she stood in front of the large, wooden door. She had been wandering through the abandoned mansion for hours, and this was the first door she had come across that was closed. All of the others had been open, revealing empty rooms with peeling wallpaper and broken furniture. But this door was different, and Mary couldn't shake the feeling that something important was behind it.
By Islam Abdelhamid4 years ago in Fiction
The best recent science fiction and fantasy – reviews roundup
This tale of star-crossed lovers, together and apart from 2011 to 2033, moving from London and Ireland to Iceland, Greenland and Polynesian islands, marries magic realism to solid, near-future speculative fiction. Hopeland, which heroine Raisa belongs to, is the name of an “open family community” of more than 220,000 individuals. It’s neither a nation nor a cult: anyone can join or leave, and call for help from their “kynn” anywhere in the world. The title hints at hopes for a more promising future for those worst affected by the climate crisis. One strand, set in the imaginary South Pacific kingdom of Ava’utapu, feels eerily prescient. A few months ago, Tuvalu, population 12,000, became the first country to announce it’s creating a virtual replica of itself in the cloud, so it will still be recognised as a nation when its land is beneath the sea. An essential work of climate fiction.
By Abhi Kumar4 years ago in Fiction
Phantom Drone VII
Purple dawn brightened the sky as I soared into the heavens, alpine forest falling away, the Phantom Drone snug about my waist. The world tilted in the visor of my full-face motorcycle helmet while the ground scrolled like a treadmill. Frigid winds roared past my ears and plucked noisily at my heavy winter clothing. I’d been deprived of the drone for only a day, yet it seemed an age since I’d exulted in the joyous exhilaration of flight.
By Timothy James Turnipseed4 years ago in Fiction
The Time Traveller's Journey: A Tale of Time and Destiny
Once upon a time, there was a young man named Jack who lived in a small village in the countryside. Jack had always been fascinated by the concept of time travel and had spent most of his life reading books and watching movies about it. He dreamed of traveling to different eras, meeting famous people, and experiencing history firsthand.
By Parthosh Raj R4 years ago in Fiction
