Sci Fi
That Night
While sitting in a small apartment, two guys in their early twenties named Jacob and John are smoking marijuana while looking at their cellphones. Jacob is looking at a pretty girl's profile and shows John. He likes the picture a proceeds to write a message to her. John agrees that she is pretty and tells Jacob to not be an f-boy over her. As John continues to speak the apartment starts shaking violently for a few seconds, then stops. John says, what the hell was that? Jacob goes to the window to look out and as he reached for the blind a loud knock is heard at the door.
By Leonard Woodard4 years ago in Fiction
To All Whom Survive
To all whom survive. It feels like it was a century ago, the day they arrived. They were named the Nanites. A highly intelligent and technologically advanced alien species from far away. I honestly don’t remember where specifically I just know it isn’t our solar system. Before all of the destruction and before all of the death, it wasn’t revealed to the public. The governments wanted to discuss things first, study the aliens, find out what they wanted before they announced to the world their arrival. It was going smoothly or so I believed.
By Dee Jay Kay4 years ago in Fiction
The Triangle
Wind rushed past Kieran Weir’s ears with a deafening roar. Her hair billowed up past her face, reaching towards the grey swirling mass that hovered over two hundred yards above her. The floating object looked like a Frisbee spinning on the axis of a black ball baring. With a whirring noise barely audible over the wind, the object sprouted a pulsating light just before it rocketed from view, heading toward the distant horizon. It was that exact moment in which Kieran realized she must be falling. Kieran had started to panic but she felt paralyzingly groggy and the confusion of how she ended up in this predicament slammed into her as if foreshadowing the fast-approaching ground below. She flailed her arms in a striking impression of a blue jay. Unfortunately, the only thing her poor attempts at flying achieved was spinning her in time to catch a glimpse of the boulevard in her front yard as it rushed up to meet her. And that’s when she woke up.
By K.H.A. Wassing4 years ago in Fiction
Tracks of Destiny
Day 58 It has been two years since my crew and I stepped from our landing pod and embarked on a brand new mission. And I mean brand new in the rawest form possible. This was something mankind had never before attempted. For two years we were successful. Mars was officially colonized! If anyone from home is reading this, do me a favor. Forget about the glamour of colonizing another planet and see things instead how I see them now. It has been nearly three years since my feet have touched the soil of the earth which gave me life. Two months alone since the explosive decompression of our mess hall where all crew, save my unlucky ass, were, at the time. I say unlucky because they had it easy. They never knew what happened. They never had to see their only friends frozen and sprawled over the surface of a lifeless and unforgiving planet. They didn’t have to fight for survival alone with their wretched thoughts. They didn’t have to say what I am about to. My food is gone, has been for a week. My daily water ration of three teaspoons has run out this morning. I will die. Soon I will join my friends as another decoration in this gruesome landscape. May no person ever have to feel the desperation and terror I do now. With much sadness that I will never get to see my home again, or hold close those people who I love, I sign off for the final time.
By Emmet Mathieu4 years ago in Fiction
The Astronomer
Open your eyes. Her words always came back in moments like this. The voice always the same, from the same starry night that I’d sat on her knees looking skyward. “But they’re already open, Mum,” I remember saying back to her. “See, look!” I’d said, turning my head.
By Garry Morris4 years ago in Fiction
Crystals of Silveria Remastered
Scene 1: Zed’s House: Dawn The sun rises over a secluded township in the middle of a vast green plain, the citizens slowly awakening one-by-one and preparing for their day. Shops filled with all sorts of wares open their doors; bakers begin baking bread, cakes and other tasty treats; the owners of The Naked Drake tavern prepare the daily breakfast specials. In a small house on the outskirts of town, a young human male is in a restless slumber, tossing and turning. His eyes suddenly fly open and he sits up in his bed.
By Orion J. Zed4 years ago in Fiction
