Sci Fi
No Escape From A Black Hole
I hit the brakes as soon as I saw her, but it was too late. Her body slammed against my bumper, bounced off, then went rolling over the murram until it came to a halt a few meters in front of my car. The air in my lungs stiffened, almost like a two-hundred-pound load was sitting on my chest.
By Eve Muyanja5 years ago in Fiction
Universal Intervention
Chapter 1 Consequences We really weren’t sure what we were dealing with at the time. The council readily accepted the intervention with absolutely no pushback, hesitation or questions. As for the rest of us, the ambassadors to the council we could only heed the directives sent to the council. Even though we had questions and uncertainties, we obliged our superiors with full acknowledgement. The last intervention we were educated on was with regards to our earthly explorations of deep ocean dives. Apparently a man named Cousteau had disturbed some deep nautical inhabitants. A result of that exploration allowed us to locate new underwater dwellers, and now the underwater dwellers know of humanoid beings. As this was explained in our educational modules we were to remain inquisitive and curious but all the while we would be deflected from learning any further, at least for while. As exciting and frustrating this became we soon learned to go about our business without raising suspicions. The council too had re-aligned shortly after we did and nothing more became of deep ocean dwellers. The odd Blackwater dwellers would appear and become a new form of sea life. Nothing too exciting for us but perhaps the scientists and explorers of deep water life were, when a new worm species surfaced or eels. The Council and the rest of us in the ambassador roles moved onto another area of focus.
By Vinn Black5 years ago in Fiction
Smiles, Kittens and Giant Robot Attacks: A True Story
The streets of Puchong were quiet compared to those of Kuala Lumpur; for example, if you were to fall in the middle of the day here you would only be trampled by 20-30 people before someone stopped to let you up. This is about half the amount you would face in Kuala Lumpur. Growing up in large towns had taught Mr KenZz to understand and expect the constant hustle and bustle outside the restaurant, which is why he noticed when it abruptly stopped. A city like Puchong may have been docile compared to the much larger Kuala Lumpur or even his home town of Ipoh but the city wouldn't sleep this early in the day.
By Raymond Barber5 years ago in Fiction
Redd Door
There’s no more Google, there isn’t any more Apple, no more social media. Time itself has seemed to have disappeared. Every day appears longer than the next. Suffocating sweltering days and freezing nights. The governments have collapsed, and the world is dying. I don’t know where I was when it happened. Must have been half fried out of my mind. It appeared everything changed with in a blink of an eye. Somehow, me and my brothers survived. Our parents are missing, and we have no place else on earth to go. We’re confined to this survivor’s camp in the middle of nowhere, well, a place everyone once considered being an entrepreneurial spirited and hometown traditions community. Glendale. Surrounded by strangers, we recognized a few familiar faces from the old neighborhood, but we don’t know who they are. Before the world broke, people would argue over nonsense. Now, people argue over a warm blanket for the chilly nights and a cool drink of water for the hot and muggy long days.
By Edward Meadows5 years ago in Fiction
Who is Mr. Anderson?
(Don't forget to Check out Part I and Part II before reading) Just when Amir thought things were getting back to normal his phone went off. It was strange that the number that appeared started with 999 area code, he did not believe he knew which location had such a number! He quickly decided to decline considering that he felt he had handled enough strangeness for a Tuesday morning before breakfast!
By Elijah Davis5 years ago in Fiction
Two Days Until Work
Friday Afternoon I anxiously waited for my loved one to come home from his long day of work. Truth be told, I was not looking forward to this moment of the day, or more precisely, this moment of the week. Today was Friday, and we were to spend the weekend together.
By BPDCupcake5 years ago in Fiction
The Sun Seeker- Pt 4
It began to rain lightly as evening settled, which Sehkma said was a good omen. Hash put out the banner announcing the telling hour, and Jes helped clear the courtyard and set cushions and tables about; close enough to enjoy the telling, but away from the damp drizzle trying to fight through the leaves above.
By Anna Kringle5 years ago in Fiction
Rifle Dave's American, Local, Patriotic, Homestyle, Coffee Express
It had been a lonely summer for Byron. First civilian rocket to the moon colony, and Henrietta was gone. Byron didn’t even know she’d been able to get a ticket. Her parents were rich, yes, but not ticket rich. She chose not to explain herself, leaving without so much as tagging him in a breakup meme, but all Byron could imagine, the only possibility, was that Henrietta had found herself as a Plus One. Ticket-rich people didn’t give out their Plus Ones without good reason, and certainly not to platonic strangers, so it was all Byron could do to reign in his imagination, convincing himself (unsuccessfully, evidence considered) that she hadn’t gone poly behind his back, for who knows how long, with who knows how many secondary, gamma, e-motional, and one-night partners.
By Daniel Cohen5 years ago in Fiction
