Sci Fi

The Wish
“It’s a myth that The Foundation was named after the one that helped sick little kids go to Disney World or meet some sports star - a popular myth, but incorrect nonetheless. It was named after its function, where the Foundation would serve as the base of a new, Wish-empowered humanity, a base from which we could launch ourselves into a golden era of prosperity. Another myth…one that I and the other Primes foolishly believed.” - Ava Amin, Third Prime
By Jonathan Chia5 years ago in Fiction
Disconnected
There is a land of paradise that exists beyond where a human could ever perceive. If humans were aware of its existence, they would declare it ‘heaven’ but in reality, this place is simply a collective consciousness. This consciousness is made up of billions of individual fractions and each fraction is alight, glowing in a state of pure bliss eternally as though perpetually bathing in a lake of love. Apart from this state in which they live, those consciousnesses are not so different from you and I or from any human on Earth today.
By Angel Rushton5 years ago in Fiction
Separate Worlds
Fires raged in every direction, buildings that had still managed to survive on there foundations crumbled here and there finally succumbing to the destruction, unfortunate souls that had not been blessed to go right away laid on the streets crying from the pain they were experiencing; some were burnt so thoroughly it was hard to tell whether they were male or female, other bodies were contorted in such unimaginable positions that if anyone had been around to see they would have wondered for a brief second why the poor souls didn’t put themselves out their misery and then without second thought putting the poor souls out there misery, and why still others had lost so much blood from the extensive wounds they had occurred they laid on the ground rambling stuck between a state of life and death.
By Kimmie Hite5 years ago in Fiction
Stolen Future
Stolen Future "Did you lock the truck?" "No, didn't you? What's the worry? Whoever's coming is in too much of a hurry anyhow." Benny leaned up on the limestone bluff overlooking Wind Valley and squinted up at her. Serena reached for her blouse and slipped into it.
By Stephen Vernarelli5 years ago in Fiction
Rebirth
Chapter One Using a telescope, during the right time of year, human beings can see the outline of the planet Saturn. It’s gleaming rings seem to sparkle in the suns light. No one could have guessed that when Saturn was first discovered that it’s rings would actually be made up of trillions of ice and rock crystals. Some of these objects were no bigger than a basketball, while some were more massive than a school bus. But through the evolution of science, human beings learned of the particles in the rings and that knowledge advanced their theories on gravity and orbital debris. Little did they know that there were much more objects in the rings than rocks and ice. Right now a constitutional class star cruiser was using Saturn’s rings to mask their signature from earth’s mightiest telescopes. In fact, humans would be shocked to know just how many ships wandered this region of the galaxy without their knowledge.
By Kipp Martines5 years ago in Fiction
The Adventures Of Cyruss Skull
As it was written, the portents of his birth were witnessed across The Nine Great Galaxies. The Galpharidon returned to the rim of The Golden Galaxy after millennia in the void, in the farthest reaches of The Red Galaxy, above a planet named Voriancor, The Rangers Of The Star Elan stood against a fleet of United Intergalactic Consortium and decimated them, despite being vastly outnumbered, The Skellerites vanished from Galaxy Fractum and the ancient Mass Relays of The Courzai were discovered scattered throughout The Nine and beyond. Immediately after news of these portents had been disseminated, the believers, and a few nonbelievers, began their search for the being described only as “The Boy”.
By Carl Carter5 years ago in Fiction
The Archivist
When our shuttle landed on the floating pad that had been prepared for us near the anomaly, I was woefully unprepared for how thick the ocean air would be when the door opened. Usually, there was more time to adjust to the climate of a new planet. With locus travel within the Tapestry, everything went much faster, for unfamiliar planets we get inoculations on arrival, then spend a few days to a few weeks in quarantine in order to limit our exposure and transmission of pathogens. And it is generally standard practice to slowly acclimate anima to the new climatology while in quarantine. Arriving by ship, we had plenty of time to receive what information we needed to synthesize all immunizations necessary and had already been quarantined long enough to protect the colonists, so we get the pleasure of the shock of thick humid air after so much time in the dryness of a ship.
By JN5 years ago in Fiction
Sgt Zombie
Chapter 1 August 1943 Sitting against a cracked plaster wall, Corporal Samuel Israel braced for another impact. “Incoming!” someone yelled, and a blast of wind and debris blew through the broken window above his head.
By Kipp Martines5 years ago in Fiction
One And Many
The night was slowly setting by the side of the old mountain. Thousands of giant, red-leafed trees eagerly sucked in the remaining light through their tiny invisible mouths. Autumn’s cold touch had also brought in a milky white mist that covered the river valley between the mountains.
By Mircea Andronescu5 years ago in Fiction
Murder (Or Justice) at The Lincoln Motel
“Fuck.” There’s dry blood stained down the front of his shirt. Little to indicate whether it’s his own or someone else’s, but it doesn’t feel like he’s bleeding. Every muscle in his body burns in protest as he forces himself out of the vehicle. The leather doesn’t make a suitable bed, but at least he’s in his own driveway this time.
By Tia Foisy5 years ago in Fiction
Davy, Who Couldn't Finish Anything
And he was in the principal’s office. Strange offices principals had there – strikingly orange furniture with mostly sky blue accents. Even the carpet. As if the interior designer fashioned Gulf Livery into an architectural style, turned up the Mid Century to eleven.
By Craig Messenger5 years ago in Fiction
I Awaken Part 1.
I awaken. Through a lens, I see three figures: humans, creatures native to earth. “Hello,” one of the humans said to me. “Greetings,” I say, the humans inhale.
By PJack5 years ago in Fiction