Sci Fi

Infinity Can't Last Forever
Waking up is always a jarring experience. There isn't much else to remember but the fact that you've done it before. At least not for the first few minutes.
By John Dodge4 years ago in Fiction
The End of the Line
I notice the rocking beneath me before I notice the rocking in my head. Which is to say something because the pain splits me almost down the middle, familiar pain like a migraine from years past. Like I have been living in a migraine for years.
By Jasmine McCauley4 years ago in Fiction
The Archipelago
Oh, the beauty... Iridescent swirls of pink and magenta carry the sweetest aroma of Bulgarian rose and blue lotus. I feel the pleasant comfort of sand underneath me, grains of sediment falling between my toes. Although peacefully seated I can sense swift movement. Through the whirling velvet smoke of blissful hues, I perceive an apparition forming.
By Rommel Edin4 years ago in Fiction
Runway Xpress
Runway Xpress I did not ask to be a part of this generation but here I am! 2022 in the land of the free (where nobody is really free) struggling to make it further than we did last year. Fresh out of a painful relationship and all I want to do is spend money I do not have. There is a name for people like me, it’s just not coming to me right now. I’ve always wanted to be more, but this moldy unleveled studio is all I got for now.
By Darian Henry4 years ago in Fiction
The Loop
My stomach lurches. I open my eyes, and my head is throbbing. My mouth tastes like I’ve eaten an ashtray. Something jolts me forward, and I hit my head on the seat in front of me. A wave of nausea rises from the pit of my stomach. I reach into the seat pocket searching for something to retch into. I open a paper bag just in time. The bile reeks of watermelon liquor. After vomiting a second time, I sit back a moment with my eyes closed. I feel the earth shifting below me, the sound of wheels on tracks. I’m on a train. Not the first time I’ve woken up on the train after a night out. I look out the window, searching for any sign of coming up on a station, but all I see is my face looking back at me from a pitch black view. My reflection has looked better. My hair stands up in tangled knots along the top of my head. My eyes are dark from smeared makeup and lack of sleep. I yawn, and my breath almost makes me turn back to the bag, but a voice startles the sensation away.
By Alexandra Hubbell4 years ago in Fiction
The Last Resort
A loud whistle blew. She opened her eyes wide, waking up only to shut them tightly again as a thousand tiny knives stabbed her brain. Her teeth clenched.
By Jay Ponti4 years ago in Fiction
Arrivals Never End
There, nestled in a row or empty cashmere seats, lies a man out of time, slumped awkwardly with his elbows beneath the arm rests and his fedora hat barely clinging to that which it was made for. Surrounded in a lush landscape of first-class luxury in an eerily lonely car, the train waits for him to get up to speed.
By David Fournier4 years ago in Fiction
Through the Door
“Public Servitor Officer Civic Transit 904206M, network check. Please acknowledge. Please ack-" Tsszt CHKK!! It’s dark. Not just the absence of light, dark. Like the absence of anything dark. There aren't even the scarlet electromagnetic interference patterns I get when they turn off my visual sensors for maintenance.
By Glenn Rudolph4 years ago in Fiction
Blackout Dreamland
Nobody spoke until I woke up… or so I’ve heard. “Where am I?”I asked myself, most likely out loud as I do tend to do that, but I was in a dream. Or was I?
By Elizabeth Underhill4 years ago in Fiction
Soul Chariot
Steady beeping woke me slowly from sleep. It didn’t alarm me, nor did it annoy me. It simply beeped to a steady rhythm that had my consciousness rising. I didn’t want to wake up yet though. Eyes heavy and muscles aching, all I wanted was to roll over and get another twenty minutes.
By Taylor Westwood4 years ago in Fiction
New Worlds
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But on a multi-billion dollar intergalactic science vessel, with the rest of the crew in suspension and only yourself for company, no one can hear you scream here, either.
By Paul Martyn4 years ago in Fiction
Touch of Fate
TOUCH of F.A.T.E THE JOURNEY THROUGH F.E.A.R Diana Toronto is beautiful Corporal in the Army and from 1970 to 1975, she was part of the United States Army Chemical Corps Division where she was the head of chemical delusion in warfare. At just 28 years of age her futures’ looking bright...
By Shaye Savage4 years ago in Fiction