Sci Fi
A Change of Pace
Matthew sat in his Ford Falcon and took a long drag of the Belmont resting on his lip. He leafed through the pages of The Herald, picking out articles he hadn’t read yet. A few bushfires were popping up in Gippsland, but nothing to be alarmed about yet. They were already reinforcing the stage at Festival Hall in preparation for the Beatles coming out later in the year. They were titling 1964 as the year Beatlemania finally hit Australian shores. Menzies was looking to re-introduce national service which the Herald suggested was to force young Australian men into fighting commies in French Indochina, or Viet Nam, or whatever it was called now. Matthew remembered pushing up through the coastal jungles of Malaya and then retreating. His mind briefly turned to fire, screaming and chain fences. Matthew was brought out of his memories by a nearby ding from the Droop Street tram – the eleventh one he had heard this evening.
By Sean Selleck2 months ago in Fiction
Last Call
March 28th - Day 681 since last human contact. Rats have been plentiful this month. I still thank God when I am able to find food, but it feels silly sometimes. I haven't seen another human being in almost two years. Sometimes I feel like a new Adam, but after a while, God made Eve for Adam.
By John R. Godwin2 months ago in Fiction
Last Call for Mars
“Last call for Generalissimo Elon Musk. The rocket departs in two minutes! Last call for Generalissimo Elon Musk.” Elon heard the announcement from the interplanetary rocket, which made him curl up into a fetal position on a bench at the very edge of the spectators’ bleachers at Cape Canaveral. He’d thought there was no better place to hide than in a crowd of enthusiastic humans eager to send him to Mars. Upon the announcement, Elon’s whole life was flashing in front of him in his memories.
By Lana V Lynx2 months ago in Fiction
All Aboard. Top Story - September 2026.
Factor's words grate on my ears as he read out the next departure time. Their high, almost whining voice like roofing nails dragged across clean steel, sinking into my teeth. In spite of that, I don't dare remove my helmet and its integrated earpiece. I need to know how many elevators are left. I cannot be left behind.
By Alexander McEvoy2 months ago in Fiction
Waiting...
Gork and Slarb, who had not yet become beloved among the Gitfangula – that happened much later and in a better story – were about to receive a very exciting assignment. The psychic projection hit them both in their neural feeds while they were trying to smuggle food objects over the border and pay back a former acquaintance. It sounded very urgent and possibly lucrative:
By Kendall Defoe 2 months ago in Fiction
Voyager 1 . Top Story - September 2026.
The following story is a true "last call" story about Voyager 1. The Jet Propulsion Laboratory in Pasadena is a working place where engineers spend their days solving problems most people will never encounter. Computers fill the offices, technical information covers their screens, and conversations revolve around spacecraft, calculations, and systems that have been operating for decades. From the outside, there is little to suggest that this is where people are still maintaining contact with a machine traveling billions of miles from Earth, yet that is exactly what happens here.
By Nolan Reed2 months ago in Fiction
bartending for endlings. Runner-Up in Last Call Challenge.
The last person to utter the words "last call" knew she wouldn't live to see another day. A storm was coming. The storm to end all storms. Even now, it raked its way across the continent, annihilating everything, sparing no one.
By Tyler Clark2 months ago in Fiction
