Sci Fi
Poisson d’Avril
Well it would not have been her first choice for a rendezvous. They had been messaging back and forth for a while now and it had been an long drawn out process, if somewhat intriguing. They had discussed their lives now, their pasts and their stuff-ups and had probably broken all the rules about what you should talk about, particularly without meeting face to face. Finally…. the suggestion to meet had been made.
By Gillian Lesley Scott4 years ago in Fiction
A Fishy Date
I’m covered from head to toe in nondescript clothing. I'm wearing a hat and hoodie to hide my hair and a pair of reflective sunglasses to keep anyone from seeing my eyes and to avoid facial recognition tech. Safe to say I’m a wanted man, and that should be enough to keep me in hiding. The problem is, I also recently entered into a relationship with a girl named Nerissa, and things are getting pretty serious. She asked me if we could get to an aquarium because she had never been before, and she’d heard that’s a pretty popular date spot on land. I have a hard time saying no to her, so despite the risk to myself, I’m here waiting for her inside the Light City aquarium. I told her we should come to her separately just to be safe.
By Tyler C Douglas4 years ago in Fiction
This Side Of The Glass
Darkness still lay across the land when vibrations in the water alerted Shana to the presence of the creature above. Although it wasn’t quite time to eat yet, she grabbed her hunting trident and flicked her tail, propelling herself toward the surface. Better to hunt the creature now, before the rumblings of hunger distracted her from her duty, than to wait for the light. Even as she ascended, a warm glow broke upon her world, illuminating the rocks and ferns, reflecting off her castle walls.
By Laura Pruett4 years ago in Fiction
He and I are the Same
I stare into the glass and, like a mirror, it reflects my image back to me. I see a little fish, no different than I, trapped between walls. No way of escape. I see his longing eyes, hoping only for something more than another lap of the familiar. I see his loneliness. Though other fish just like him swarm the tank, never thinking twice about their existence, he has no one to give him any comfort. I see his age. He isn’t old, but his days are fleeing. Just a blink of his eye and they’ll all be spent with nothing to show. I see his past. Orphaned as they stripped him away from home. I see his future. A cage. Set in a display room to be observed for other peoples’ pleasure. I see the entirety of his life. And he and I are the same.
By Reagan Parker4 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Past
When I Grow Up, I Shall Venture 'Neath Dead Seas Life has not always been easy. We all face our inner demons, our hardships dragging us deep into murky waters. The world has been a confusing mix of unknowns, you know. The last I had written, I was drifting, dying perhaps, in the black void of space. Since that harrowing journey, I have found my way to a world the others are calling Castranova.
By Brittany Miller4 years ago in Fiction
The Mystery
She leaned in for a kiss. After nearly a decade of doubt that this would ever happen, it finally was happening. My heart was racing as I stared into her exhilarating eyes. Her lips touched mine; I could just barely feel the touch of her skin when my eyes open. For a moment, I merely lay here in a stupor as my eyes soak in all the information reminding me that I'm single and that she's not just taken...she's married; to a real piece of work at that, but that's not any of my business. My lungs finally remember how they function and I take in a long breath and let out an exasperated sigh. I forgot to turn off the alarm. It's a Saturday morning and here I am...awake at 7:30AM. I consider going back to sleep only long enough to remember that the last dream ruined any possible rest I may have had. Instead, I get up and head to the bathroom. I go through the morning ritual of using the toilet, washing my hands and face, brushing my teeth, and staring into my own eyes for a not insignificant amount of time. I'm not sure what I expect to see; I never am, but I suppose I'm hoping to see...well, maybe hope. Maybe some glimpse of luck or some reflection of good things to come for the day like a horoscope. When that fails to yield the expected results, I head to the living room. The windows are open to let the light in. I drop to the ground to do my daily push-ups. Before I finish, there's a thud at the door. I wait, but there's no other sound...so no one had knocked. I get up and go to the door opening it and peeking out. There's no one around, but there is a package on the doorstep. I step outside and look around. I see a drone flying away about fifty feet away. I take the opportunity to grab the mail from the box and pick up the package bringing them in and putting them on the coffee table. Speaking of coffee, it's a good time to get breakfast. I get dressed and then head to the kitchen. At first I feel like cereal, but I go with a couple pieces of avocado toast with fried eggs on top instead and finish it in the living room while watching a show. The mail catches my eye and I grab the letters first; bills, trash ads, more trash ads. I move on to the package and notice there's no return address, though it's definitely addressed to the correct person and location...weird. I open the package and look inside, but I'm even more confused when I don't find anything at all. Literally, it is just an empty box. I take another look around the outside of the box expecting I missed something, but there really isn't anything else. Suddenly, I notice a bit of writing on the inside of the box. It's written on one of the inner sides but the angle makes the lighting weird and the words hard to read, so I rip the box apart to better see the text. It's an outline of something:
By Hector Gonzalez4 years ago in Fiction
Drowning my Sorrows
I couldn’t believe she was gone. After all I’d done for her, all the money and love I’d given her, all the indiscretions I’d forgiven because of her ‘compulsive personality disorder,’ she left me to go live in a homeless shelter so she could drink and do drugs with her new homeless boyfriend.
By Alex H Mittelman 4 years ago in Fiction
Beneath a Sea of Glass
Two men in orange coveralls approached an enormous building and despite the ravaged world around it, it appeared to be mostly untouched. The wind was blowing trash and debris around as they walked toward the concrete structure under melancholy skies of gray.
By Mark Crouch4 years ago in Fiction
