Sci Fi
The Box of Life.
I am alone. I am only 35 but I am alone. I have neighbors who live nearby but I don't talk to them, and I have no family as they are all dead. I visit no one, and I never get visitors. I have always kept myself to myself; dithering away in this old house, busying myself with cooking, cleaning, sewing, and television. I never get bored, and I never get into trouble. Time goes by fast, so I make the most of every single day, and I can't do that if I have visitors, can I?
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Fiction
Mystery Package
Maria often sits at her window sill waiting for something. She never knows what but feels like life is just a waiting game. Maria doesn’t have many close friends and often ends up alone and isolated from most of the world. Maria’s parents want her to venture out but instead she often ends up sitting in front of the window sill. Maria is a good soul, one who does for others and one who cares for everyone. She seems to be waiting for something though so her parents keep encouraging her to venture out and be more of a people person. Every time Maria has ventured out it has ended with turmoil. She once went to a teen club with friends that ended in a shooting with 3 of her classmates dead. Maria once went out to a play and somehow a flesh eating bacteria infected the dancers. Maria has always seen the positive in tragedy and has always wanted the best for all. One day from her window she sees a drone coming near her home. The drone is carrying a package. Maria watches as the package is gently dropped on her doorstep, then she runs downstairs.
By Maria Shaw4 years ago in Fiction
Turtledown
Life was good in Turtledown. Jacques and Jacqueline lived in a cul-de-sac on Nesting Lane near the center of the development. All the houses in the neighborhood had started with the same template, but homeowners in the community were encouraged to dream big and customize to their hearts’ content, resulting in a variety of expressive structures standing proudly all around. The business district featured an award-winning shopping mall and a beautiful lake with innumerable recreational activities available was just a short, pleasant drive away.
By J. Otis Haas4 years ago in Fiction
The Mystery Box Foundation
It is 3:33 p.m. and 33 seconds and like clockwork Ryde's mail has been received. As Ryde scans his mind, he sees the usual white lights flashing which indicates junk mail. Ryde deletes the flashing white lights and is left with two yellow lights which indicate bills, so he files those into his bill folder. Each bill will pop up 10 minutes before they are due and will automatically be paid. But there's one light left, a mysterious purple light which he's never seen before.
By Rick Henry Christopher 4 years ago in Fiction
Lucy
Oldhill was in the middle of nowhere, next to a tiny forest, on a riverbank. Oddly enough, there wasn’t a hill anywhere nearby. It was a charming place, but too out of the way for any kind of tourism. Once a year the nearest village held their annual smoked salmon festival, and people sometimes came to Oldhill by mistake, which was pretty much all the excitement the inhabitants got. They didn’t mind; they were simple folks. They didn’t really talk about the spaceship in the woods the same way they didn’t talk about how the local pub, the Crown, watered the beer. It was just part of life, nothing to yap about. The spaceship didn’t hurt anyone and the beer was still good enough, so why complain?
By John H. Knight4 years ago in Fiction
The Knowing Ones
I held my hand over my mouth to keep from making any noise. Fear had never been so intense before as I hid in that closet. The dim light from the hallway seeped through the slots in the closet doors, giving me just enough light to see. The sound of footsteps from down the hall drew closer and closer until I could see a man standing in the doorway. I tried not to scream, nearly suffocating myself with my hand. He was dressed in all black and held a bloody hammer in his right hand. He observed my empty bed and knelt down to check underneath it. I wasn’t dumb enough to hide under there. Luckily, the window in my room was open. Maybe he would think I’d climbed out. The man walked over to the window, the cool September breeze blowing the curtains around like dancing ghosts. He leaned over the edge and looked down. After a few moments he slammed his fist down on the window sill in frustration and stormed out of the room and down the steps.
By Jenna Tomovich4 years ago in Fiction
The upside down world
Is imagination not a most wonderful thing? I so love fairy tales with happy endings. So too the stories of selflessness, kindness and the strength of will of the heroes in the heart wrenching, touching, daring, dramatical and swash buckling adventures, filled with imaginary fabled debonair gents and chic ladies.
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Fiction
The Womb
She stood in the nursery and placed her hands over the belly that held her baby. Her hands were cold, as they always were, but soon began to warm up as she stroked back and forth, and she tried to imagine her palms radiating a protective forcefield around her developing child.
By Cheyenne Leigh4 years ago in Fiction
The Danger Signal
I was standing on my doorstep trying to find my keys in the torrenting rain that had been pouring for at least an hour and a half. I thought that I'd placed them in my pocket, but they weren't there. Out of desperation I kneel on the soaking-wet concrete of my doorstep, and search through my bag, swearing and cursing out of frustration. After ten minutes of searching and getting another drenching, I finally find them.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Fiction
