Sci Fi
The Locket
She kept running. After lifting the amethyst encrusted locket Lana knew she'd get caught. It was late afternoon as the boat shipped out with whole families being seen off by relatives. Running up the plank Lana was stopped by a crewmember. "Pass please." Lana just stomped his foot making the plump mustachioed crewmember begin to hop on one foot like an overweight kangaroo. She was a former street urchin. Flowing strawberry blonde hair and barely visible freckles in green and brown rags. It was painfully obvious that if only by disguise she didn't belong. The ship itself was incredibly plush with intricate and ornate decorations. Even the carpets looked oriental or persian maybe. Why this was on a ship in the ocean Lana had no clue.
John Lewis WrightPublished 3 years ago in FictionOut on a Limb
Monica sat motionless in an oak tree as she watched two men pass below. From her vantage point she saw that the men were dragging a deer. She’d seen these two often lately but like most people, they’d not seen her. Most people had formed groups that now lived behind protected walls and rarely ventured out, some like the two arguing over who had to clean the deer, lived off to themselves. These people were not normally a problem, but they could be dangerous.
Miah CrosbyPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Crypt
‘The Crypt’ The kiss of cold air woke Jago from his restless sleep, his eyes creaked open to the dull light that seeped into his cell. Blinking, Jago wiped the sleep and frosty gunk from the corners of his eyes. Looking up from his awkward foetal position at the figure looming over him, Jago saw a hooded person, wearing a thick, weathered brown coat and worn-out gloves. Was it an uncanny skill and awareness that alerted him to the presence, or simply his unconscious mind warning him of danger, the question was mute as the figure, looming near the doorway, was seemingly the exact match of presence and stature as his friend North. Taking a second to listen closely, Jago focused on this new arrival, feeling for anything awry, he sniffed the air for familiar scents, a few quick glances from head to toe completed his rudimentary assessment. Deciding finally that it was his friend, Jago took his hand of the knife under his pillow as he swung both legs out from under the thermo-blanket that barely covered him. He rubbed the remaining sleep from his tired eyes, and slapped his cheeks with both hands to shake off the lingering grip that was the comfort and warmth of his slab-like cot. When in reality, the sleep he had just had was one of the worst of his life, they all were, every single one. Jago’s room lacked any homeliness or comfort, as there was no comfort down here to speak of, the only wares, or memorabilia he held onto were the knives he honed most waking hours, extra scraps of leather, blankets, some food and a tiny heart-shaped locket that belonged to his daughter. A picture folded up inside, framed a younger version of himself, his wife and their daughter, both of them remained trapped in the locket, and in the sweet ignorance of time.
Tom McmulkinPublished 3 years ago in FictionDoomsday clock.
THE DOOMSDAY CLOCK The year was 20065 the world has been destroyed by tornadoes, floods, volcanos, and a giant dust storm destroying all crops and cars, people were starting to die until we decided to make small towns away from everyone else and ration canned food until we die. It was midnight when it happened, my mother woke me up in the middle of the night and told me to run. She handed me her locket; she never took off that locket I thought. My ears were ringing, it took me some time to realize that every clock around the world had stopped. A bang at the door made my mother scared, I heard men yelling my mother's name “Mary come on out, we won’t hurt you, we just want the girl and the necklace.” My mother told me to go. I saw a gun in her hand and jumped out the window, my ears stopped ringing as I put the necklace on. I saw everyone was yelling at each other and then 5 minutes after the clocks stopped time had stopped it was 12:05pm at night, for the rest of time nothing would happen. I heard a bang in my house and the men cheering. I never even got to say I loved her before she died. Then before I knew it the men came out from the house and saw me. They started chasing me. It was like when the dust came to earth everyone was running trying to get to shelter putting cars in garages. But this time it wasn’t dust or a storm or a volcano destroying Tokyo. They were chasing me, and I had no clue why. This can't be happening I should be in bed right now, but I was fully awake at this point. I was coughing so much because of the dust because I was running away from the bad men. When I was far away enough, I looked at the locket and saw there was a way to open it. When I opened it, I saw a note, it read.
Kiernan McCluskeyPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Search for the Truth: Trapped
"So. What're you in for?" My eyes begin to flutter open when I hear the sound of another female voice. My vision takes a minute, but when I come to I immediately recognize where I am.
SKY
Whispered footsteps announced the approach of her opponent, “Rule number 5” Lin exhaled calmly, “Never show pain or emotion!”, sweeping a low kick at Sky. She evades it at the last second by rolling backwards onto her feet and quickly counters, combining the accuracy of Dragon style, catching him off guard. This time she sweeps him off his feet and follows up with a punch to the chest, but he recovers by planting a palm to the floor, shooting another fast kick, hitting Sky's left shoulder. She backs away a step and resumes Dragon stance, rolling her shoulder over to check for damage. The punch to her stomach still aching from moments before, she forces it from her mind and turns to Lin who is standing tall, patiently waiting for her next attack, his eyes piercing and scrutinizing her every move.
Tom McmulkinPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Call of the Void
We ran undisrupted, through the swirl of bodies; this mass of void, darkened past darkness, despite long past desperation. The society creaked on itself. The last reins of power held by faceless beings, the power being nothing but an ant mill, no leaders and no direction, just enslavement, subjugation, life choices decided by these same faceless monsters. We ran, despite the mass losing hope, despite the futility of it, my hand seemed to spin into her’s until we were one breath rather than two. The Void called, as it always does, demanding more, necessitating more, seeking to engulf.
Youniverse
I was born about 13.7 billion years ago as far as I know, and for most of my early existence spent my time squishing hydrogen atoms together inside stars. I'd make bigger and bigger nuclei and then "SUPER-NOVA" them all over myself. If I look out with a strong enough telescope, I can look way back in time and actually watch myself doing it. Take a look sometime. It's spectacular!
Alaric GoldkuhlPublished 3 years ago in FictionWast
John Wolf Dragain was having a bad day. He was behind schedule moving South, he needed to cross over Scafell Pike and down into Wast Valley. He was getting agitated about his progress but he needed to get there as soon as possible.
Reece HudsonPublished 3 years ago in FictionAnjelica
Once they were confined to the locket they were in hell. There was no way out! Ahead was only the velvety red tongue of its interior; hot, roiling, endless. The party marched forth to find a dark golden intersection, a thin and perilous point slicing toward them; it was gold; to its left, a sweeping golden rounded way; to its right, a mirror-image of the same. The party, Anjelica the flighty flight attendant, Sahni the lady from the chicken shop, Jeevika the Indian cleaner, Uli the quiet Marxist, Yashica the poor mother of two, Nyra the eleven-year-old daughter of Yashica, Aarav Yashica’s scoundrel twinkle-eyed son, Nishit the big cheese government executive!, sweet Onkar singer of sweet songs, James the bouncing buffalo herder, Chanel the horse-faced bookseller, Thomas the German forensic psychologist, Andy the somewhat-acclaimed microbiologist, Henry the yellow cowboy, young Peter of failed fame, four members of the rebel gang Virskun themselves named Boris Arnold Mackintosh and Bush, Bret the white writer, Brandi the other (better) writer, Gayathri the trustworthy jeweller, Fatemah the happy Muslim farmer, Caria the beautiful dark model, Koffi the American rapper worth more in blood than those already mentioned in combined total assets!, Kodzo Koffi’s faithful younger cousin, Lizzy the sexy chef, Ama the diplomat, William the teller of times past and his sister Ella the proclaimer of those events which had not yet come to pass, Khyati leader of the free world, Lucifer the fallen angel shackled perpetually in iron chains, Ufi the spider and Maxwell the cockroach, Maha representative of assigned security personnel, tough Muntaha with her arms crossed, Vera and various bangles hanging off her, Brianna the scheming map-maker, Muhammad banging his softening head into the velvety red surface upon which all stood, Nura the fairy, Roger yelling “Roger that!”, Bob the bodybuilder (yes, the bodybuilder), Gabby the rockstar drummer, Gabriel the sad poker addict, Francesca winner of games and Carmen student of game theory, little Vishnu scampering under everyone’s feet and tiny Xavier spinning the beats, all of these members of the party and all of those unnamed divided thereupon into two camps. Virskun led the way to the left of the golden meeting-place, shouting. Ufi the spider trickled to the right, and all who had not followed the gang allowed Ufi to assume her position as their leader. Quite happy was Maxwell the cockroach with this.
Cam DustingPublished 3 years ago in FictionUntitled super hero story
In the year 2988, the world leaders formed a group known as “Guardian” this group’s purpose was to insure protection against threats, both foreign and domestic. Men and women from all over the world volunteered to take part in the rigorous trials designed to test their physical and mental abilities, only the finest and the most skilled in each class of the trials were accepted into the program. These individuals, after being accepted took part in a series of tests and experiments that would evaluate their physical speed, strength, and endurance and hopefully find the key to manipulating their abilities, when scientists finally cracked the code to manipulating DNA, the whole world rejoiced, the program had completed the first half of its mission. As the first subjects were injected with the “Serum G” they watched in awe at its effects. The serum was successful, all subjects exhibited extreme increases in strength, speed and endurance, along with mental increase as well. As time progressed and the military demanded stronger and stronger soldiers, scientists would drastically increase the dosages of “Serum G”, causing the subjects to start exhibiting abilities beyond human capability. Some of the subjects were able to bend light around them and turn completely invisible, while others could manipulate fire with their hands as well as generate it, some even showed telekinetic powers. It quickly came apparent that no two subjects ever received the same exact ability; these subjects eventually became known as “Gens” because of the fact that it was something in their genetic makeup that determined the ability that they developed. The gens were divided into 5 classes, class 1 was made up of the least harmful of the gens with powers and abilities that could be used for good, and class 5 contained those with certain abilities that could do more harm than good. In the year 3003, 15 years after the program started a set of twin boys were born as class 5 gens. There were very few class 5 gens born in the program, and they were much different than any other child born in the program. By the time the boys had reached the age of 19 their incredible powers had developed fully, they were unlike any gen before them. Connor and Alex were the prized possessions of the program. The ability which they both possessed allowed them to attain the ability of any gens around them, and keep the abilities, they were also able to have as many abilities as they wanted and still get more. The boys eventually got tired of being raised in captivity. Alex, the older of the two, felt he was not achieving his true potential, he didn’t understand why they had to hide from the world, and Connor had always enjoyed life as it was, and had made close friends. Alex eventually decided that he could no longer live in unpleasant conditions, so he led a rebellion releasing all of the class 5 gens that he could convince to help him in his conquest of the world. Connor hated that the program runners had ordered him to kill his brother, but he had no choice, but to follow their orders, accompanied by his closest friends and the love of his life, Karina Brant with the combined abilities of flight and strength, Gunter Houser with the ability of translocation, Leonard Hayes with the ability to make and control ice, and Leah Hageman with the ability of telekinesis. The team was the first of the guardian program to be made up of gens. Connor led his team to face his brother one last time almost 3 years after the start of the rebellion, by then Connor had married Karina, and Leonard had married Leah, all of the team had started a family with children of their own. When the battle ensued, there was no quadrant of the earth that went untarnished. Connor and his brother were evenly matched in every way, but with help from his friends Connor was able to defeat his brother, and end the rebellion. For about 7 years Connor and his team were given the task to protect the people of earth, gens were revealed to the public and many were allowed to live amongst the humans, Connor and his team soon discovered that they had been betrayed by the very governments that created them gens were being shot in the street, and tried for crimes they didn’t commit, Connor went up against the world leaders in court, and the whole world watched in horror as he was, captured and killed on live TV. The world leaders had ordered the extermination of all gens. Thanks to a sorceress (class 5 gen with abilities resembling magic) by the name of Dominica, no one was able to detect the children of the guardians, and they were kept far from anyone who would do them harm. One lone scientist who was courageous enough to defy authority was able to extract some of Connor’s DNA and in secret, cloned him; Allen Cooper left all of his data to his only son Thomas, in hopes that his son could continue his work after his death. For 14 long years a group known as “Salvation” replaced the guardians, they’re main mission, to hunt down and kill any remaining gens. In the year 3027 the remaining guardians received a transmission from somewhere in the cosmos from Alex, apparently Connor had never really killed his brother, but instead had let him escape into space. A special ops group of salvation had discovered the guardians hiding place, and in one night had captured or killed all of them. The team had known of Connors clone and had long been in contact with Thomas Cooper and trusted him to keep both it and their children safe, Thomas could not though; he knew that salvation would find him so he left the job to his son Allen, who at the time was a young stupid kid in high school. The children’s powers had not developed yet, the oldest boy Dan who was 6 years old at the time, was living with Thomas was left with Allen to raise as his own son, when Allen tried to get to the other kids, he was already too late, they were gone and nowhere to be seen. Allen’s mission now is to find the location of the five missing children before it’s too late. Our story takes place in the year 3038, eleven long years after the death of the guardians.
Dylan AndersonPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Should
Garret was sick of the ash. For miles, it had been crunching under his worn treads. Every plume of dust was a microcosm of suffocation. Even his mask could not filter out the finer particles. So as he walked he choked just like the countless millions that lay somewhere underneath it all or had become one with the ash themselves. His eyes might have narrowed at the thought but they had already settled into a permanent squint some years ago. Though he wore goggles nearly as dark as welders’ glass, the intense red-orange light in the sky still found a way to burn its way into his skull; maddening him, driving him forward.