Sci Fi
Drowning on Dry Land
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Myth and legend were powerful forces. Powerful enough to stir belief, and turn fear into reality. It had taken time, too much time, but finally, they had returned...
By Natasja Rose5 years ago in Fiction
I Know The Date I Die
I know the date I am going to die. I didn't dream it or any other hippy shit. I know without a doubt the exact day, month and year I am going to die. How do I know this? I found it on my dad's computer. I was searching for a copy of his latest manuscript, he has been working on it for months, and no one has seen it. I wanted a hint about what it was; that is when I found the exact date I would die.
By Sam H Arnold5 years ago in Fiction
Mother's Shells
A/N: This work deals heavily with themes of psychosis and sleep paralysis. When BET-2102 first saw the phantom she was waist deep in Val Lake. Her hands were full of mussel shells. The water was so still the afternoon sun was perfectly mirrored. She was squinting but able to see the hazy outline of a woman on the opposite shore. She shifted the other half of her horde into her left hand and raised the right to shade her eyes.
By E.L. Buchanan5 years ago in Fiction
It's not what you think
WARNING: it has been brought to my attention that some people have been hurt by this story, as it can be considered to be “queer-baiting,” although that was neither my late husband’s intent nor mine in republishing it. But as impact > intent, I am including this as a trigger warning.
By Jenn Kirkland5 years ago in Fiction
Sisyphean Anonymous.
One of the things I love most about being a writer is that some experiences can be shared by anyone who chooses to spend their time honing their craft regardless of whether or not they are traditionally published or even make a living doing what they do. During my life, I have found that the writing experience is one that we can all share, providing that we have the desire to create literary art.
By D.C Kemmicks5 years ago in Fiction
The Sands of Phobos
Saving Joshua & Samuel Jake and Susan Lee huddled in the media room of their home in New Joplin. Neither could sleep. They were waiting. Not for the cat five hurricane roaring in from the Arkansas coastline to blow over. The storms were getting to be old news. They both watched The Channel, hoping against hope that the screen would message them soon to say that their twins, Joshua and Samuel, were homeward bound. And that their four lives were not about to spiral into disaster.
By Mark Newell5 years ago in Fiction
A MESSAGE TO ALL WORLD LEADERS
To all governments of planet earth, your fragile planet’s survival depends on your decisions. It is the right of all humans to be free to live a satisfying life to travel the world and earn a decent living for themselves and their families, and this is critical for your planet to flourish. All humans on earth want the same thing to be free and to prosper. World Governments treat people as slaves in most countries, and some people on your planet will never know what liberty and freedom are or that they exist. Your different forms of government are barbaric. Communism, Socialism, Dictatorships are obsolete forms of government. Still, your planet must strive for Democracy, as your technology and knowledge have grown immensely over the last one hundred and fifty years. Your governments are after money, power, and support of their country’s wealthy individuals and making themselves wealthy as leaders with little worry about the planet’s precious people.
By Alvin Rivera 5 years ago in Fiction
The Gods of Gilgamesh
Author Note:Lake Vostok is an actual lake beneath Antarctica. It has been sealed for mpore than half a million years. In this science fiction story scientists seek to enter the lake - only to discover a message there that will impact all humankind.
By Mark Newell5 years ago in Fiction
