Sci Fi
Glad to Have Met You
To anyone who happened by, she was just a boot, stuck in the mud of the river bank. A remnant of a past struggle and an improvised exit strategy. To the eleven year old girl, struggling to make friends in a little, podunk town though, that boot was a forgotten secret, an ancient spiritual envoy that gave Aziza the powers of a long-forgotten goddess. Naturally, she had to try it on. She prudently rinsed it out in the river and made sure to look inside for frogs and bugs, before attempting to don it. Quite fortuitously, it was exactly big enough that she could keep her shoe on, while wearing the newfound boot of power. Besides... It looked like it might rain soon, so a rubber boot might come in handy.
By Alexander Kovack5 years ago in Fiction
Osiris
“Is he really dead?” Emory passes me a scalpel, a silver bone in the light of the great celestial pearl. They begin suturing the large gash down the middle of the spring torso, removing the tubing and clamps as they work their way down the body. Naked in the moonlight, its every feature is discernible, the strokes of Pygmalion evident in every gliding ripple of muscle and smooth curvature of flesh. Its lips even still bear the crimson holly of youth, those meltwater irises rivaling the stars in their glistening alertness. And so, Alfred Douglas remains Ganymede even in death.
By Avery G Garcia5 years ago in Fiction
A Gun, Again
Isaac paced through the movie theatre rows, clenching his jaw repeatedly while waiting for the phone. While other Uncaptured ones had to live in abandoned homes or gas stations, he and his love were lucky enough to have a whole deserted movie theater to themselves. The paint was once vibrant, but now only mold and rust provide any color. Cardboard and popcorn seeds from nearly sixty years ago gave the place a rotten smell. Still, it was the perfect hideout for their lifestyle of looting long-gone pharmacies. At least the ones that haven’t been hit yet. Some shops had solid security; usually a platoon of lower-ranking authorities of the New Way. Isaac favored this high-risk robberies, not attempted by the rest of the Uncaptured. It was always worth it either way for whatever gold mine of medication stashed away.
By Daniel Klim5 years ago in Fiction
To Kill Time
Aiden feverishly punched in his password and watched his screen pause as it loaded. A second longer and he might bash his monitor. The screen updated, showing Aiden his bank account. $0.00. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of his temple. His heart beat uncontrollably.
By Heather Brackman5 years ago in Fiction
Everlasters:
Many millennia ago, before man had risen from the Earth to construct many great civilizations amongst the cosmos, there were the Everlasters. In total, there were 10 of them; they were god-like beings that existed since the beginning of time in a land called Aeternus. At the dawn of their creation, their sole purpose was to supervise and protect all life around the universe. The Everlasters would be put in charge of many different worlds, and supervise their evolution as they further advanced across time. As the years flew by, some of the Everlasters would grow close to each other, becoming deeply in love and birthing offspring.
By Father Cosmic5 years ago in Fiction
'Relics'
‘Relics’ by James Quinn The Captain sat up in her chair from her place at the control console, narrowing her eyes as to what she saw. There seemed to be some kind of anomaly on the monitor. The sensors could only pick up a heat signature, but it was the distinct outline of a human form. There could be no doubt as to what this was, or what the purpose of the mysterious figure was as it darted to and fro between the cryo-sleep sarcophagi. It was hard to believe, but this was definitely a ‘waker.
By James Quinn5 years ago in Fiction
The Great Frost
I stood at the edge of the bridge, watching the man pull threading blue gloves over his stiff fingers. He cupped them to his mouth and rasped the last bit of warmth he could afford them before settling his back against the railing, letting his neck slump backwards so that his profile was outlined by the fog rolling in. From my vantage point he looked like a ragdoll slumped above an arching sea of white fabric, the type grandma used to cover her antiques in the attic.
By Meeno Bryes5 years ago in Fiction
Farm, and zoo animal sci-fi.
Once upon a time, there was a crazy deranged zoo. They enjoyed making creatures out of crossbreeds that are crazy looking in appearance, and make some of the funniest, and at times scariest noises in the world. The employees cross breed gorillas and chickens, sometimes cows and chickens get cross-bred too. The gorilla chickens make a sound such as, bok bok bok bok bok, oooooaaaaaoooooweeee, cluck cluck cluck bok bok bok, laugh out loud, the cow chickens make a sound such as, bok bok bok bok bok, moo moo moo moo moo, bok bok bok bok bok. Everyone at the zoo, employees, visitors, trainers, and all spectators that see, and hear these animals make their sounds bust a gut laughing so hard that their gut and ribs hurt as they ate too much. Too funny.
By Angelina F. Thomas5 years ago in Fiction
Infernum
SPACE FREIGHTER INFERNUM SPACE PORT ACHILLES EARTH ORBIT DAY ONE From the observation deck of the space freighter Infernum, Dr. Ian Taylor watched the last shuttle from the planet dock with the space bridge. Through panoramic windows, he saw the last of the crew disembark and begin the hundred-yard walk to the ship, each with a wheeled duffle in tow. Captain Nicholas Baumann emerged from the shuttle behind them. Ian tensed and leaned closer to the concave window. No one else. Please, no one else. Baumann paused and fixed his eyes upon Ian. A twisted smirk broke over Baumann’s stony stare when a woman and a boy entered the space bridge. Ian’s chest tightened, and Baumann’s words from six years ago replayed in his mind - I have certain appetites that I could more freely indulge with the cooperation of a medical professional like yourself. What happened here today can simply go away, assuming you agree to be that person. Or, I could send the report through. It’s your choice, Dr. Taylor.
By John T Talbert5 years ago in Fiction
The Boy and The Mainframe
"We will end not with a bang, nor even a whimper, but with the whir and clank of metal" - Fritz Wulfram The human race was doomed by one snotty nerd tippity-tapping his LED keyboard at work. There had been many nerds, of course, and many keyboards, but one particular dingus executed the program that unwittingly spawned the great A.I. Singularity: Ada.
By Christopher Fin5 years ago in Fiction
