Sci Fi
The Journey
With less people around, nature had began to flourish again. As he slowly trudged through something pretty close to what humans believed paradise looked like, the irony was not lost on him. Mankind had always believed that a paradise awaited the righteous after death, maybe we just got te wrong idea of who, and just how many, had to die. Shaking his head, he dismissed the notion. Those that remained could never be described as righteous, not by any standard.
By Luke Foster5 years ago in Fiction
The Machine at the End of the World
Delicate flakes of white ash were falling on the Quiet City again. The snow of the apocalypse painted the streets in monochrome, but there hadn’t been much colour left to hide anyway. With the upper atmosphere in ruins, two centuries of solar radiation had bleached the City to greyscale years before the ash started falling.
By A.R. Thomas5 years ago in Fiction
The Clone
A band of 13 sinister, wealthy and elite families have gathered together and formed a sinister plan to wipe out the human race and replace them with clones. These clones will serve as "sheeple". These sheeple will live in a world designed to keep the families in power while carrying out lives designed to keep them happy, yet unaware that the world in which they live is actually a prison. These families, who call themselves Omega, have commissioned the world's top scientist to create these clones under the impression that they are doing so to pave a new way for human beings to obtain organ transplants and live healthier, longer lives. Immortality is even considered to be a possibility if the program, labeled Kingdom Come, is successful.
By Jessie McGee 5 years ago in Fiction
They Don't Need to Kill Us
If you've ever had your planet overrun by aliens, you know that it's not nearly as entertaining as Hollywood makes it out to be. The beings usually aren't friendly, and the Avengers never come to save you. It's you, whatever outdated technology you own, and and whatever level of patriotism you can muster--the more patriotic, the better. I've seen too many people join the fight, and give in, for lack of belief in what it is we are saving.
By Carmel Kundai5 years ago in Fiction
Preservation
Applause broke out through the laboratory as the bird flew a few wobbling meters. Ryan didn't scold then. They'd been working on the wings for the last month or so. It was an exciting development. They'd gotten the shape and angles correct from the beginning, but the birds couldn't seem to connect their wings with the ability to fly.
By Nicole Beverly5 years ago in Fiction
Wanderer of the Apocalypse - Episode II
You started following my adventure in October 2023. Unmistakably, the apocalypse did not start at that moment, as you might have imagined. The whole ordeal began way before then. One might say this was the outcome of so many years of accrued egocentrism, narcissism, lack of proper hygiene, and total disrespect for human lives. Embrace what was our early 21st-century society and its collapse.
By BPDCupcake5 years ago in Fiction
AntiGravity
I stared out over the vast expanse of space at the star moving ever closer. I closed my eyes, feeling the exhaustion from the day beginning to set in. I found the remote with my hand, flicking the switch to clear the tint from the window. Bright light flooded into the room, seeping through my eyelids. I smiled, ready to drift off into sleep.
By VS Arts and Customs5 years ago in Fiction
Wanderer of the Apocalypse — Episode I
The sun is high in the sky, not a single cloud is in sight, and yet the air is still chilly. Between the stone buildings and the rain that fell last night, the humidity surrounds me. Half the trees I walk by on the street carry a mix of orange, yellow, and red in their leaves. The other half of the trees are dead. Save from the evergreens, there is no green left in the trees. The bushes have also lost most of their leaves, the only remaining ones are of a sad yellow. The flowers have long died and are merely a memory.
By BPDCupcake5 years ago in Fiction
Hope, Eternal
Amberle stood on the balcony that over looked the square. The smell of winter on the evening air. The square was full of life and fun. But she felt only the chains of her birth. Her summer sky blue dress dropped over her olive skin, her Earth brown hair intricately woven, and her emerald green eyes stared past the city to the brewing storm that sometimes came down from the Winter Realm. That was when she felt the slimy energy slither over her skin.
By Jessica Adams5 years ago in Fiction
When The World's Gone Mad
I I don’t quite remember what it is to write. Is it double-checking thoughts and not being sure that now this thing is the exact thing I want to write? The responsibility makes me anxious, and being anxious is a slippery slope no one can afford to step on these days. Writing these two sentences is the most mentally exhausting thing I’ve done in ages but it’s still not too different from thinking inside your head. Different is the physical aspect of writing. It’s so sophisticated. All those hooks and squiggles eventually combine into letters, words and then sentences. It’s a craft. We used to learn it in childhood. We needed to be consistent because like with any form of craft it requires steady practice. Maybe abandoning writing is what made us all go mad eventually.
By Anton Kutselyk5 years ago in Fiction
On Active Duty, Submerged Pandemonium
August 21, 2182 Did you know? In the U.S. Navy, there is a tradition that refuses to allow wandering souls their rest. Even now there are implications that are unnerving and fuel unnecessary apprehension. If a submersible went missing while working, it would forever be classified ‘On Active Duty.’ Leaving a lingering unease in the air, the implications they could one day return from duty were strong. What would happen should those crafts ever return?
By Crystal Ayers5 years ago in Fiction
