Sci Fi
Beloved Android
The scientist hurriedly pressed all the required buttons on the labyrinth of machines in his laboratory. His shuffling footsteps echoed off the walls lined with beeping and blinking equipment…from the plain high ceiling…and the inclined bed in the middle. On the bed lay…a lifeless representation of someone who had once breathed…laughed, and loved such a long time ago…too long to be counted.
By Fezan Javed4 years ago in Fiction
Ring Around the Rosie, Diesea's Full of Bodies
About a hundred miles south west of Frikendoor, there lies another city, Diesea. If you were to compare the two, it would be as if Frikendoor was a concrete box, and Diesea, a computer chip. While Frikendoor had the capability of technology, most of its citizens had rejected the notion, preferring overgrown plants amongst the the actual concrete and brick buildings of the city. Diesea, however, THRIVED in the technological advancements of the new era. The variances in the lights and colors and holograms, were a constant distraction to its inhabitants. But they didn't care, every single new thing, hoverboards, lasers, flying cars, floating buildings, gadgets, and so much more, the citizens of Diesea accepted with open minds and arms. The more lights and colors there were, the sky began to look darker and darker, a darkness that only enhanced the view of the plethora of neon lights that flooded the cities streets. The citizens didn't even notice, enamoured by the pretty lights reflecting off the streets, ignoring the dead body that was lying only a few hundred feet from where they stood.
By Hannah Alexander4 years ago in Fiction
The Planet of Panoras
Dear Sally, I'm writing from the small village of Trok in between the Elijah River and Lake Elizabeth. The river used to flow around the bend into the neighboring town, but the beavers dammed it up and now the only way to go anywhere is to sail to the estuary where Elijah meets the long, long river called Bagulph. What a weird name right? Bagulph? Where did they come up with that? It makes me laugh. Most of these townspeople have their own little boats, but of course I haven't learned how to make my own boat and I can't affod to buy the kind that they will allow me to go on the river with. So I'm somewhat trapped in this tiny hut and the weather has been cruel also.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman4 years ago in Fiction
