Sci Fi
The Holiday
Safely shielded from the deadly rays of a purple sun by an old lava outcropping, he sleepily relaxed into a large semitransparent pancake. Slow crimson vortices of thoughts unhurriedly dissolved among the green net of his brain. “Tomorrow” – he thought, - “Tomorrow…”
By Vadim Kagan4 years ago in Fiction
5 Guidelines for fiction writers
WHAT IS FICTION WRITTING? is the creation of fiction-based written compositions. Fictional writing frequently takes the form of a story intended to entertain readers or express the author's point of view. This could lead to the creation of a short story, novel, novella, screenplay, or drama, albeit these aren't the only forms of fictional writing. Novelists, playwrights, short story writers, radio playwrights, screenwriters, and other genre-specific authors all write fiction.
By Johanna Wanjiru4 years ago in Fiction
Continuum
We have brought you, the members of Earth’s Ruling Council, here to tell you the truth about the origin of your species. We hope you will help us in a struggle that will involve your race soon. Humanity is not what you perceive it to be, as you will come to appreciate.
By Mark Gagnon4 years ago in Fiction
A New Kind of Living
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. I called her. She wiped her eyes. “Yes, hon’, in a minute.” His room was our son Lockman “Scorsese” Farmer’s space. With his brown skin, and bright eyes, he saw wonderment in anything and lived up to his nickname in showing stories. He had died a year earlier from non-Hodgkin lymphoma. He was fourteen. His mother’s name was Calista. She possessed deep black skin. Blue black. Her flowing hair had been in a bun so long, I almost forgot what it looked like going down her back. Her attire that day consisted of a gray sweater and blue jeans and butter colored boots. She was a major like me in the United States Marine Corps. I was six feet three inches tall with walnut brown skin. I wore a blue sportcoat with a green turtleneck that morning.
By Skyler Saunders4 years ago in Fiction
Fortune Spirit
His ceremonial allocution had gone splendidly. The travelers, all itching for celebrations after a few decades spent in cryogenic sleep, had hung on every one of his words. All had listened eagerly to the messages he was said to have received from the Fortunis during his sleep.
By Julia Lemyre-Cossette4 years ago in Fiction
Noumenon
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. The rooftops of the buildings that surrounded them. The streets down below, people peppering the sidewalks as though they were ants marching to and fro a million miles away.
By Raine Fielder4 years ago in Fiction
Diamond State
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. It proved to be the best place in the entire house to survey the bleakness of the landscape. She got it in the divorce, but never hesitated to enter her ex-husband’s study and peer at the goings-on exterior to the house. Besides, it was technically her room now anyway.
By Skyler Saunders4 years ago in Fiction
It's chess between two players. While one person can read minds, the other has the ability to predict the future.
Chess is a game of two players, but the game is won by a player who has the ability to read minds. If I can read his mind, then I know that he knows that I know that he knows what move he's going to make. But if he can read my mind, then he knows that I know that he knows that I know what move he's going to make and so on. So ultimately, the player who has this ability will win every time because they can anticipate their opponent's moves before they are made—while all other players must rely on chance or luck in order to win at chess!
By Nipun M. Wijerathne4 years ago in Fiction
I've Payed my Dues
I Payed my Dues The world is dark and dreary. That phrase kept going through my head. Where have I heard it before? I couldn’t tell you. No one could. Because I am the only one here now. My friends are gone. My family is gone. The world is dark and dreary. The shadowed steads ride over the plains outside my little sanctuary. My hole in the wall, where no one can reach. Because no one is around to even notice me. The world, has gone dark, and dreary.
By Elisha Jones4 years ago in Fiction
My Mind's Eye
I've always known that I was different. Growing up, I could feel it in my bones – like there was something special inside of me, just waiting to be unleashed. How others treated me and how they stared at the weird kid in class was almost too much at times. And as I got older, that feeling grew stronger, and I got a bit more peculiar as the days went by.
By Matthew Angelo4 years ago in Fiction
Curiouser and Curiouser
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Outside of her townhouse, a murder of crows fluttered. Agala Spence rested her hand in her head and wept. Through the tears, her face nevertheless held a glowing, spotless physique. Her nutmeg colored skin contrasted with the sky blue sheets and the black comforter made impeccably well due to her son’s military training.
By Skyler Saunders4 years ago in Fiction
