Sci Fi

Day 7
Loneliness is only truly known when we realize what we have lost. It is intensified beyond physical pain when we admit we caused the loss. For me, that feeling came every Sunday, on "Day 7."
By Natalie Spack4 years ago in Fiction
The People of No Name Pt.1
Preface Crouched behind the shattered and flickering body of a giant neon wiener dog, Toni gaped in horror at the giant black spire that rose above the dunes and debris of Central Avenue like some dreadful, inky black being. The cylindrical body was perfectly pointed at the top and three metal-like rings encircled its middle. The rings were suspended in mid-air, held in place by a force that could only be felt, not seen. Waves of it emanated from the oily-black hull, causing every hair on Toni’s body to rise. A thousand pieces of sand slammed against the helmet of the woman’s Surface suit, assaulting her ears like shards of glass whirling in a blender. The sky boiled over with thunderheads threatening to add to the chaotic storm trapping their party against adobe rubble, buckled concrete, taco truck carcasses and sand. Always so much sand. The spire was unaffected by the extreme winds, adding to its otherworldly presence. Through slashing sheets of quartz, silt and the red tint of her Surface goggles, Toni noticed lights flashing in two parallel lines down the center of the tower-like structure. Beginning at the top and leading to the bottom, they drew the eye to what she predicted was a way in and out of the structure.
By Kayleen Schenk4 years ago in Fiction
Losing Track
Prologue: As the train sped backwards, her belly shrank in size. Her shirt hanging loose and baggy. She had to jump now or risk never seeing him again. The darkness before her gave no sign of where she would land. The frigid air slapped her in the face and she shivered in her shorts and tank top. But finger by finger...she let go.
By Tamara Wood4 years ago in Fiction
The Great Brain Robbery
I awoke to the rumbling lion’s roar of an engine. Blinking away bleary vision and a searing headache I found myself surrounded by tanks filled with ominous pink blobs. I was sprawled inside a long chamber, the ground beneath shuddering from what I could only assume to be a locomotive’s powerful coal fired mechanisms, as my vision came into focus I saw within each of the tanks, raised on podium each, held the globulous orb of a brain.
By Dakota Rice4 years ago in Fiction
Mindbender
Some stories don’t work out the way they’re supposed to. As your humble narrator, it would give me no greater pleasure than to recount to you the epic battle of good versus evil that led up to the events I will now be passing on to you. However, our protagonist has made a few mistakes along the way. It would not be fair to her to divulge the rising actions she no longer has access to. I must tell her story as she remembers it, that is, without any recollection of events prior to this day: June 16, 2030. Our story begins on a train.
By Julia Polcyn4 years ago in Fiction
A Venus Story
“When she is too loud, I simply say: ‘A lua está muito cheia esta noite.’ That seems to quiet her right — oh, now you’ve gone and done it. The devil has heard me speak her name, and thus, her horns grow! Have to switch over, Meu amigo, to her. No, I’ve got the maser set right, just as you — Olá, minha querida irmã! Can we talk fast? I’m still on a direct line, with…”
By Eric Wolf4 years ago in Fiction
Pursuing Society
Sam walked out the streets and surveyed everything around them. The apocalypse left the city destroyed, the city he once called home. Now, he didn't know who was still around or if he was the only one that was spared.
By Christine Antosca4 years ago in Fiction
Travelers
The first thing I became aware of out of the depths of my subconscious was a slight rolling sensation. Not quite like being on a boat, more rhythmic, and not much like being in a car, smoother, the rolling gently swayed me awake and eventually forced me to open my eyes.
By Joe G4 years ago in Fiction
A Boundless Venture
My eyes opened slowly and I could feel the pain that seemed to radiate warmth from the back of my skull. My limbs were all flailed about as I was on my back in the middle of what looked like an alleyway. Staring up at the sky, I could see the hundreds of lights that illuminated the buildings and their reflection in the night sky. Sitting up, I could hear the cars driving past this alleyway and I could see the people as they traveled.
By Savier Silva4 years ago in Fiction
weMatch
The bell above the door rang, barely audible over the howling wind rushing in past Henry. Henry had the collar of his jacket pulled up high enough to graze his earlobes, only in part because of the cold. He breathed hot air into his hands and wrung them as his eyes searched the mostly empty pub. The bartender may have glanced his way when he came in, but other than that, no one paid him any mind.
By Adam Patrick4 years ago in Fiction
The Lunar Surface
She was sleeping. When she woke up, her smile revealed dazzling white teeth. Of course she needed no ticket as a member of the Space Force, but she couldn’t remember how she’d gotten on the train. As the nuclear powered locomotive rumbled over the lunar surface, she backed into a drab olive blanket, dread creeping over her face.
By Skyler Saunders4 years ago in Fiction
Pluto's Dilemma
Two hundred years for a 400 million kilometre closeness across the vacuum of space, when Neptune’s energy field would be close enough to reach Pluto’s aura in lowering ellipse, thus allowing a proper astral touch.
By Garry Morris4 years ago in Fiction