Sci Fi
Burned Out
Another perfect day, a sky so aqua it approached neon in the 16:34:12 afternoon light. Direct rays from the sun were actually somewhat rare down in the Gamin Core. Today was no different, a series of reflections from the nearby buildings zig zagged the light all the way down almost a kilometer to reach street level. The scrappers were so monstrously tall that you had to be at the right place, or the right time to feel the rays of sunlight on your face. Not that I was happy about this perfect day. Normally the cloudless sky calmed me, helped me feel less penned in. Today I was working. Waiting in a borrowed Hazah, in the lead passenger position, my hands lie on the armrest, in a relaxed position, head comfortably forward, alert. Some Hazahs came with manual interface controls, but those could draw an onlooker’s suspicious glance. Where are you travelling that you need to find your own path? I wished to be invisible. The sun was toying with me attempting to cook me in my travel oven. It knew that if I sweat enough I would lose the dull invisible layer of Drux that coated my hands. A layer of super fine resin that covered my skin from the wrist up. Impossible to feel unless you really knew what my skin texture felt like. But if I sweat enough my fingerprints will come back through, I wouldn’t want that. So I turned on the Air control, as this was a heavily repaired older model Hazah. The air made a slight noise while it cooled me, gusting slowly through the cabin. All the while I watched the street. I was in a row of Hazahs, all parked on the righthand side of Dweal St. A busy area right downtown, the buildings overhead watching as people milled like ants following each other around both ends of the boulevard. I waited. My guy would be here soon. In the meantime I watched the fish. The large six story screens on the outsides of the Scrapers, these ones worked together to form a panorama of open ocean in the street. This helped keep Citizens from going stir crazy, feeling trapped.
By Ryan Wilkins5 years ago in Fiction
THE IMMORTAL SAVIOURS
It’s a cool Autumn night on an empty forest road. The howling of the wind through the trees overpowered by the booming sounds of blues music from Andy’s car, as he sits lifeless on his car’s bonnet. His thoughts are broken by the shrieking of a barn owl in a tree nearby, looking down at Andy as if mocking him. He tries to brush back his long dark hair and his fake gold watch becomes stuck. He rips the watch off in frustration and throws it towards the trees. He throws his head back, eyes closed as he lets out a deep sigh as if overwhelmed with sorrow. The sighs keep coming until the stresses on his face seem to be replaced with peace and determination. Without warning the shine from incredibly bright lights force him to cover his face!
By Marty Medrano5 years ago in Fiction
The Hollow Planet - part one
The sun peeking through her window cautioned Gwenn to get on schedule. She appreciated that she would be slightly late this morning, as it had become the norm for her on these troubled days. It was so much harder to be motivated anymore. Nevertheless, she, a tall, wiry, kid, gulped some orange juice, ate a bite off a bagel, then took up her backpack and left out the door. Gwenn was ready to challenge the world one more time.
By Charles Turner5 years ago in Fiction
Planet Mina
When the ship landed on the surface of the planet they knew that that was when real work began. It hadn’t been too long of a journey from the Celesta, the ship they called home, but the knowledge that they couldn’t contact the last people who had been sent to the planet didn’t do anything to assuage their fears of what they might find either.
By Glory Duda5 years ago in Fiction
Monster Behind the Wall
The rain fell with rhythmic cadence on the windows of the car. I waited for the door of her house to open. The yellow of the porch light cast long shadows over the old concrete driveway. Without that light, it was pitch black outside. I drummed my thumbs on the steering wheel as I waited. God, I could go for a cigarette right now, I thought. Two years off the stuff but it never got any easier.
By Annalisa Vivona5 years ago in Fiction
Light Giver
The magistrate stood off to one side as the woman was guided in. She was a thin thing; were she a little bit younger she would be called gangly. Though she was well groomed now the magistrate could see the signs that this was not the case until recently. Every few minutes the woman ran a hand through her hair with a look of awe on her face.
By Megan Chadsey5 years ago in Fiction
what fish feel
“What happened?” When she asks me that, I honestly don’t know what to say. I suppose it all started fifteen years ago, back when I’d first been hired for the VESNA project and met my four teammates. Our first day, we’d been so awkward around each other that Angeal took us to a bar and spent a quarter of the initial grant money taking us back through our college years. Or their college years, at any rate; I was forty-six years old then, and when I’d been in college, the closest I’d ever gotten to drunk was the night I consumed a liter of my best friend’s “Death Wish” coffee and didn’t sleep for a week and hallucinated for two.
By Mehrina Asif5 years ago in Fiction
Everybody Has Them
by: Dennis R. Humphreys The city was different when I was born there years ago. People that lived there didn't have money, like my family, and usually they didn't have cars. You took the bus to work and walked to the small grocery store on the corner. Kids walked to school. Everyone knew each other and although crime was there, it hadn't become an institution yet, you could walk the streets at night and be relatively safe. Kids weren't kidnapped and the perverted people that prayed on them seemed to stay indoors, keeping their perversions to themselves.
By Dennis Humphreys5 years ago in Fiction
