Sci Fi

I Need A New Robe Belt
A bold wind blows in off the ocean, fluttering my silk robe open. My fingers clutch at the edges to pull it closed, its usual radiant red dulled to a dried-blood brown in the silvery moonlight. Other than the twinkling satellites in the night sky, the only illumination is the distant logo broadcast into the clouds. An eyeless, glowing smile looms overhead. It was intended to inspire happiness. Instead it conjures a sense of foreboding deep within my gut, as if I’ve been poisoned, promising a slow, painful death. Like that of our planet.
By Lindsay Rae5 years ago in Fiction
THE DAY THE WORLD WAS UNITED
In the early spring of 2053, a year seemed to start as other previous years with warm weather, blue skies, and plenty of sunshine flowers blooming and warm breezes. Everyone enjoyed the outdoors, having BBQs, going for walks, kids playing, and riding bikes. Everyone seemed to be saying goodbye to the previous frigid winter.
By Alvin Rivera 5 years ago in Fiction
The Inner Silence
By John W. Gilmore Time had passed. Sheila and I were in a small lab located in a dome in one of the many gardens, working on the cultivation of new plants that would produce more fruit and seeds. By that time I didn’t have to speak anymore, I could simply send telepathic messages. The amazing thing about that type of communication was that one could communicate with anyone from any distance. All that was needed was for them to have the ability to pick it up and hear it.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore5 years ago in Fiction
All Or Nothing
All Or Nothing, An Anunnaki Story Chapter One Apsu, dressed in his formal attire, walked through the corridor of the Ma'adim’s Guardian Headquarters heading for the office of Admiral Tolk. No one ever gets called to Tolk's office unless it is something of extreme importance, Apsu thought. He had to admit he was a little more than nervous. He couldn't even imagine why Tolk had summoned him to his office.
By Susan F Weimer5 years ago in Fiction
Invaders
'Don't tell me what to do, Gray. I can handle this myself!' I spat at my longtime friend who was just trying to make sure I didn't end up killing myself. He grabbed my arm to hold me back, but I swung it up and caught him on the chin hard enough to break his hold on me. That was the last time I saw him.
By Ashleigh Riley5 years ago in Fiction
The Water Bearer
Then it dawned on me. I was drowning in the deep and no one had the empathy, or the compassion to save me. I was doomed. My destiny, one of those who are chosen to inherit good fortune and good will. Had turned into a mockery, because I could not stay present long enough to see the evil shadows and false prophet that occupied space in my mind. The uncanny result of a self-induced psychosis caused by my own lack of accountability was driving me insane. It was pure guilt. I was the weakest link, and because of it I was drowning in the deep. Night after night I haunted myself in my sleep.
By MysteryGirl5 years ago in Fiction
Perspective
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By Zingers online 5 years ago in Fiction
The Incursion, Chapter Four
Picking up speed the Silver Cat Lord seemed to tense its suspension-springs. Powerful pneumatic hind-legs slammed tarmac and in one phenomenal pounce the mobile mass careened clear over beachside apartment complexes, its spinning tank-treads passing penthouse gardens while a purposeful prow and flying forepaws pointed to the path of inevitable descent. Landing in an explosion of sand the Silver Cat Lord growled about to face across open shore the stalking Grindostater unit, for the etherium actualizor had replicated geography as faithfully as it had architecture, and an inland sea shimmered as far as this new Nottingham’s crest. Above the waves Heaven’s arch was all but taken up by the orb of Nereynis, like a moon far nearer than Earth’s own, and whose celestial ring made the Mini-Flashes think of Xandreth while Joe’s reflections, as they had done earlier that day, ran on Saturn. A relatively recent astronomical feature, it was made of rubble which had been a sister-world called Drenthis before Dylan cracked that planet.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
The Incursion, Chapter Three
Joe strode down the Stronghold’s cold corridor, thankful Mini-Flash Splitsville had given him something to smile about. Her regular warnings that theirs was to be a strictly casual affiliation had commenced the very day they met, as if she herself had yet to notice she’d become a key member of Joe’s most trusted inner circle from effectively that moment on. Indeed, our hero wondered whether the moody loner of her own self-perception would recognise the Mini-Flash Splitsville he knew, that small silver-blue-haired permanent presence asking him endless questions about Rebel Without a Cause. Joe wished there were more like her. No Mini-Flash besides Flashtease gave him greater reason to suppose his theories on this galaxy were valid.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
The Incursion, Chapter Two
Petunia’s performance of the three odd-numbered songs from her repertoire had gone down well on the Rings of Xandreth. True, it was only a small nightclub some distance from the VIP ascension of that galaxy’s ten thousand mega-mile orbital pleasure-strip, but if Petunia had touched even this handful of lives with that which she represented, she was satisfied. From their hoots and howls and waving pseudopods it sounded as if she had, so with a last half-circle twirl she treated them to one more look at the symbol they were doubtless cheering for.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
The Incursion, Chapter One
Beyond the ornate railings a rock-lined lane wound its way through parkland densely roofed by trees in the thick of their late-summer leafage. Breaks in the black boughs disclosed a sky gilded with sun, and to exit the deep green tunnel was to move through heat. A light patina of sand that crunched in whispers underfoot hinted at seaside nearby. Along this track of cooling shadow slanted and dappled through with gold, Joe and Flashtease were strolling.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Perseverance
I have to find it. I have to find it. I have to find it. The thoughts going through his head weren't anything of real, serious value. In fact, they were the opposite; hindering thoughts. Thoughts that took effort away from his survival instinct and thrusted them toward his already strained mind. It wasn't healthy, and he knew it. And so, with survival in mind, he repeated (with a little more desperation than the first 87 times):
By Andrew Havens5 years ago in Fiction