Sci Fi

Zimmer frame
When the Aliens had first landed, the leaders of every nation tried to negotiate peace with them. The Aliens ignored every attempt at communication and answered by destroying every nations Capitol City and seat of power.
By EM Green5 years ago in Fiction
ISS
“Sergie, Sergei. Stop slamming the box closed. My fingers are still in it. Sergei. Shit man, what’s wrong with you?” Clare extracted her fingers from the case that Sergei had been forcefully closing on them. She lifted them up to the light to get a better look at them, sure that she would have some bruises already. When she was satisfied that her fingers were intact, she looked over at Sergei, ready to berate him, but the words died on her lips when she looked out the window beyond him.
By EM Green5 years ago in Fiction
Chinese New Year
A man from this planet once asserted that prisoners in a cave have a limited ability to understand reality. Isn’t it ironic that while all humans on Earth are oblivious prisoners right now, the only ones who do know what’s going on are inside a cave?
By René Stavnes5 years ago in Fiction
Rectitude
“The door creaks too, simply amazing. How did you get the wood to smell aged as well?” The attendant behind the bar shrugged, only to continue drying glasses, fastidious in his approach and unmoved by the new potential guest, or more likely, a passing tourist. He made a few tentative steps closer to the bar, wondering if they were closed, only to see a few people scattered in corners, some in small built-in nooks along the wall, others seated alone at tables, slowly sipping their drinks, waiting for something or someone that was to never arrive. At first glance, it was a pensioners destination as described. The bartender finally motioned him forward, resigned that he was not peering in to see the faithful recreation, only to leave, like so many others. Without a word he placed a menu before him, pointing to one of the bar stools, and walked to the back room. The young traveler accepted his designation, sat down, and ran his finger down the menu without reading, peering to the side to ascertain the clientele. The discordant theme of the entire area, this establishment, was made all the more palpable, or maybe more vibrant, by the customers. Together they were out of place, but alone, ensconced in their various stages of drink, or conversation, were perfectly situated on the chalky black and white tile.
By Brian 5 years ago in Fiction
Humanity's Last Custodian
Today was different for the custodian, after decades of the same routine everyday. Something had told him it would be, even while looking in the mirror this morning at the his aged face, grey flecked dark hair and blue eyes. Following his routine morning checks, a probe had entered Earth orbit, surprising him. After waiting for so long in isolation, down in the bowels of the facility that was his home for all of his life, he wept tears as he allowed for the computer to start downloading whatever information the probe brought. Information that the custodian was both eager and fearful for.
By Michael Lewis5 years ago in Fiction
The Oracle of Orbville
Lazer Rayz paints away his pain. Intensely and athletically attacking the wall in a meditative dance, the light-ray painter of Orbville, known well as Rayz, renders a scene of manicured rose gardens framing a cemetery. Always meticulous in detail, he usually busts out layered aerosol art as a daily duty; depicting family scenes of comfort, of rewards for obedience and adherence to rules. This day is a deviation from his employment by the Orbville village authorities - of serving to remind the community of their humble obligations to logical order. As a special dedication to his mother to mark the beginning of his journey as an orphan, Rayz is spraying a memorial mural of her grave site, which lays in another village that she was herself raised in, worlds away from Orbville.
By Shayley Blair5 years ago in Fiction
Enigma. Top Story - December 2021.
A soft wind brushes against a teenage boy sitting on the edge of a bridge. His eyes fixated on a book of blank pages. "Enigma," an elderly voice appears.
By Akira Mandla5 years ago in Fiction
Mission: Killer Instinct
Bethlehem, PA October 5, 2035 The cold autumn air blew through the quiet Pennsylvania town as the sun peaked out of the partly cloudy sky. The whole town of Bethlehem was all decked out for the fall season and more importantly, their Halloween festival. However, this wasn't a time for tricks and treats, zombies and ghouls, things were about to get serious.
By Trevor J Maguire5 years ago in Fiction
Green Eyes on Illon
I threw the lever with a steady hand and watched the world beyond the windshield melt into infinity. Next to me, Emmet cried out in shock.
By David Inkwell5 years ago in Fiction
Star Drifter
Year: 2057 Location: Section 10.25, Earth Character: Drifter This is a story of love and conflict. Due to poor food, air, and water quality, humans have depleted in number to about half of their original population. The focus of companies globally has turned to solving the Earth's problems in the interest of their survival. The Earth's temperature and rapidly decreasing population have made life replicas a necessity for the survival of the human race. Designed as anatomically specific testers and explorers to do everything humans could not do. However, they survived and did not succumb to the illnesses and famine that fated their originals. They survived the genetically perfect food, the smog-filled cities, and the life-threatening diseases. This made them invincible and infinite.
By Olivia Fowora5 years ago in Fiction
Orgonized
The End About three feet away stood the only obstacle between my freedom and me, a singular windowpane. Seemingly an easy feat. However, once I pried myself off the ground I would make myself visible to my pursuers. I took a few shuddering breaths, and stabled myself. I had just enough power left to create one last diversion (and still retain energy for my departure). I cleared my mind, and then slowly started to conjure an image of a robin. Crystal clear in my mind, I felt a tug at the edge of my consciousness and then a light pop. Trilling filled my ears and I knew I had been successful. My eyes snapped open and before me was a robin; perched on the edge of the bed I was crouching behind. Tilting its head, peering at me. It puffed out its chest, and then with a slight nod, it opened its wings and floated over to the door and began to sing.
By Olivia Hamel5 years ago in Fiction
THe Circular Nature Of Time
The circular Nature of Time The Earth looked like a blue marble rotating in a kaleidoscope of green, red and white swirls. The time was 7:05 P.M PDT, 31 08 3008. The sun was setting in an iridescent white glow on the Earth. Francine zoomed in on a prairie in the eastern district of Vancouver Canada.
By Hollis Whitlock5 years ago in Fiction