Sci Fi

A moment in time
Mars: I’m leaving I’ll see you later. (Mars treats his cat like a true friend who he hates to leave behind without explanation, saying a farewell, he exits his condo lobby and awaits his limousine).
By Ty sims5 years ago in Fiction
Phantom Shift-Petrópolis
This is Part One in a series. Please be sure to follow to Part Two at the End. ____________________________________________________
By Atomic Historian5 years ago in Fiction
The Lucky Leprechaun
Prologue The Lucky Leprechaun was an asteroid miner that worked the Kuiper Asteroid Belt. Seamus O'Shaughnessy, the Captain, was also the only crewman aboard, part-owner with his parents, who had retired to Mars. It wasn't always this way; legend had it that Seamus' great grandfather had won the Lep in a decidedly dodgy poker game over 100 years ago. Back then, she needed a crew of 12 to keep everything going. Not anymore, now it was all computers and robots. Seamus spent most of his time checking up on processes that ran perfectly fine without him.
By Chris Cummings5 years ago in Fiction
Black Obsidian
Don’t add me to your group text because I will leave the group. Group texts are like the new age chain letters luring you into a never-ending loop of obligation and regret. Ugh! Now, there is only one group text I am willingly apart of and it is worth it because my best friends Nikki and Maya are like my sisters from another mister; there aren’t many moments that go by without them. Seriously, my childhood would have been a total bust without Nikki’s over-the-top personality and Maya’s no-nonsense attitude. Baby, I just let them have the floor most days. Talk about entertaining!
By Nancymarie B.5 years ago in Fiction
Hell's Sea Bed
(click) Have you ever landed in a foreign country and taken your first step off the plane onto the tarmac, and felt the swift and consuming heat pull you in like the tide? And have you ever been so bare, so exposed to the elements, that you could feel every shift in the wind, a cold that demanded the attention of every one of your senses and pushed them to the limit of what they could accept? That’s what it felt like when I first arrived here. Even through the bodysuit I can feel it. Everything they tell you is true, all the old wives’ tales all the stories and jokes, it's all true, all of it all the time. I don’t know if I’ll wake again but if I do, I will keep going as long as I can.
By Lexington5 years ago in Fiction
When the Gods Die.
It was three in the morning. Double Oh Nine walked down the dark vacant Taiwanese street. He stopped at a garbage can. There in the garbage was a coke can not crushed to a short little pancake of aluminum, but it was crushed lengthwise. The ends were folded so they were exposed. Mr. Bind took the pull tab on the can, broke it off, and put it in his raincoat pocket. He threw back the can in the garbage. He looked down the street, nothing. As he started to walk away, a door was heard to open and close. Now, there was another man on the street. The sound of a bullet being loaded into the chamber met he obviously had a gun. Mr. Bind ducked into an alley. The man now had an associate and they were following him into the alley.
By Mark Stigers 5 years ago in Fiction
The Joy Rebellion
In our collective folklore, time travel was supposed to be invented by a secret government agency, a mad scientist, or both. It was to be a tool used in secrecy to effectuate sinister or altruistic objectives, depending on who held the key.
By Heather Orr5 years ago in Fiction
The Weight of Knowledge
“Ignorance is bliss” Gentle droplets of rain paraded upon the tempered glass, tracing the outline of a hand they will never touch. Somber eyes drifted across the scattered specs of light shimmering out in the darkness of the city spanning below the hospital window. Sarah sighed, her gaze returning to the white washed panels above. She closed her eyes, letting the gentle beep of the monitor beside her keep her company. She dreamed of rolling hills of green, her body stretched out under a shimmering summer sun. Her lips curled upward imagining the warm embrace of the sun caressing her skin. Suddenly, her bright dream was disrupted by the sharp sting of needle piercing her skin.
By Jacob Grau5 years ago in Fiction
The Chimera Complex
The Chimera Complex “C’mon! My dad gets off in an hour! If we’re gonna do this, it needs to be now!” Alissa yelled over her shoulder. Behind her was a skinny blonde with bright blue eyes and knobby knees. She always ran like she was about to trip over her own legs. “Okay, so I know we said we would sneak into the red room today but a part of me was hoping it was a joke, Alissa!” Bailey squeaked. Alissa was a dark-haired girl whose hair was always pulled back in a ponytail. Her skin was covered in small scratches and niches that could barely heal before more were added. Her brown eyes glinted at the idea of a new adventure in “the town that never wakes up”. “I don’t joke like that, Bailey.” Alissa smiled. Alissa’s father was a bioengineer working on a very important… something. He explained it to her multiple times, but it never seemed to stick. The idea of sitting through another hour-long lecture on The Chimera Project made Alissa shiver. Her father wanted her to follow in his footsteps, but all Alissa could think about was leaving their sleepy town of “Haywood” and never returning again. The world was waiting for her, and she couldn’t wait to greet it.
By The Jester5 years ago in Fiction
One minute ago
Tom and Lucy have been best friends since they were toddlers. Now they were in their twenties and felt something more profound than a friendship. Or that was what Tom thought that night. The complicity, the way they looked at each other, suggested something special going on. They sat on a park bench. It was a warm summer night. After sipping wine and eating cheese talked about their lives.
By fery15 years ago in Fiction
Planetwerk
In the midst of a howling night, a man in a black burly overcoat stood silent amongst the desecrated pillars of the long deceased.
By Darrus Myles5 years ago in Fiction
SACRED TRUST
Chapter 1 I should have let Tata pick our destination, I decided as I gazed at the presumably dead Basilian sprawled near the dais dominating The Temple of Enlightenment in the Basili world capital of Basik. Discovering a body had certainly made for an ominous start to our study of Basilian religion.
By Roxanne Barbour5 years ago in Fiction