Sci Fi

Noble Prize
“Dark energy,” he muttered to the old golden retriever huddled at his feet. “Dark energy was a great discovery, Doctor.” He dismissed the words with a skeletal wave of the hand. “The greatest. It changed everything. I know. How could they not?”
By majokiabout a year ago in Fiction
Day Dreamer
It’s true what Eula says. The Internet is one big day dream. You lose yourself in it, drift away in the belief that it is creative, even artistic—or, at the very least, harmless. The Internet lets you rewrite yourself, reconstruct a lacking or troubled past, peek into monumental futures. A place inside your head that puts your head in the clouds.
By majokiabout a year ago in Fiction
Moon’s Gift to the Blind Girl
Elara’s world was not dark. People called her blind, but that was their word, born from their own fear of the absence of light. Her world was built of sound and scent and texture. The rough bark of the old oak was a story of strength. The scent of rain on dry earth was a complex symphony. But the one thing that remained an abstract concept was the Moon.
By Habibullahabout a year ago in Fiction
Trump 2.0
Elon hovered over the Imagineer as he reprogrammed the Trump animatronic. “So, he will recognize me as his master above all the others now, correct?” he asked.
By Stephanie Hoogstadabout a year ago in Fiction
Nice Guys
Francis was helping the elderly lady cross a busy street when the call came. He waited until she’d thanked him with a little pat on the arm and entered the drugstore even though the shelves were almost bare.
By majokiabout a year ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Atlas — Part 9: The Cartographer’s Echo
The night over Torrento was unnaturally silent. After the Gate 12 incident, the airport had been sealed for investigation. But rumors spread faster than official silence ever could — travelers spoke of lights moving beneath the runway, of whispers that came through the PA system in a language that wasn’t recorded in any archive.
By Wellova about a year ago in Fiction
Kludge
“We’re humans. Earthlings. Terrans. We are not Kludge!” “You are to us. You’ve been Kludge for eons. Get over it,” the platypus-like creature said dismissively from its anti-grav sedan chair. It belched lustily, exhaling the unmistakable stench of Corn Nuts which it ate incessantly.
By majokiabout a year ago in Fiction
i.vigilante
“What’s The Vulture?” Agent Kells asked. “It’s a dive bar. A total dive.” Indicating Padoi’s cell phone screen, agent Kells pressed, “What do the green, yellow and red points represent?”
By majokiabout a year ago in Fiction
The Moon That Chased the Sun
For eons, their dance was the clockwork of the universe. The Sun was a king of fierce, glorious light, painting the world in bold strokes of gold and blue. The Moon was his quiet queen, softening his harsh edges with her gentle silver, weaving dreams into the night. But they were never together. The cosmos, in its infinite wisdom, had decreed they must forever be apart, their love a constant, heartbreaking near-miss.
By Habibullahabout a year ago in Fiction
Unforgotten
Zeelen transmitted from the kitchen: “‘Mysteries abound where most we seek for answers.’ You know who wrote that? It was Ray Bradbury. Think he may have been onto something.” She picked up an apple, ruby-red, unmarred, and hesitated, before biting. It was juicy, and delicious. A new theory was required.
By Eric Wolfabout a year ago in Fiction
All Was Lost
John sat in his recliner, feet aloft and eyes staring intently at the TV. He listened for the ref’s decision. Was it a touchdown or not. John had $50 riding on the game; not to mention top spot in the pool at work.
By Carl Hartmanabout a year ago in Fiction
A Message Written in Moon Dust
Dr. Aris Thorne was a geologist, a woman of rock and reason. The first human mission to the lunar farside was her life's work. As her lander settled into the dust of the Mendeleev Basin, a place of eternal Earth-shadow, her heart beat with a purely scientific thrill. She was here to read the moon's oldest stories, written in stone.
By Habibullahabout a year ago in Fiction