Sci Fi
CYCLE IV
On a warm sunny day, a twenty-seven-year-old Lebanese woman reads beneath a pear tree. Her attention sways, hearing sounds of laughter from a distance. She glances to the side, observing the merriment of children. As she returns to her reading, her book slips from her lap. A handsome, tall man with long dark hair and kind eyes retrieves it for her.
By A. W. Knowland5 years ago in Fiction
My Name is Attached to the Bark of the Dark
Aioli, I am the sauce of my own dreams, then again my mother named me by her own means. She was entertained by a cooking show and heard the name blow, got a pen and wrote it down it seems. And to top it all off, what's next— you know, my middle name is Cake, she likes to bake sweets; can you imagine if she liked different kinds of meats? Thank God it wasn't a name with something more in common with what we all eat, how often Italian is set on many of our programs in specific, for us to observe their treats. It would have been horrific, just like this name that sounds oily, if it were an Italian cuisine show it would have been an echo of Cannoli or Rizzoli. Terrific. Shove a name onto a child because the impression seems good. Let me mention again for the greater observation of food, it sounds nice for the sake of a plate; but for a friend or a mate, it's an unkind mistake. The sound of a block of wood sliding up and down a grater, or an irritating deflater— If I could change it I would, it's in need of a tabulator, to sort out what's misunderstood.
By Jamelia K. Fynn5 years ago in Fiction
The High-Tech Lynching
The error prompted a red light to illuminate. “I’m sorry. You have a forty-six point six percent melanin count. You may not enter the Wilmington, Delaware courthouse.” The checker moved onto the next patron and a green light passed. Her blond hair, cerulean eyes, and pearl-colored skin flew by in a blue light as she entered the building. The checker was black as the patron he whisked away. Paula Gander shook and raised her head. She walked back to her car. In the passenger seat, sat chemicals that would make her skin snowy white.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Fiction
Impossible Tech, Part 2
Captain Tom “T-Bone” Thompson and Beauregard “Beau” Jackson had been “transported” to some unknown destination by the force signified by the green light. As they wandered in an orchard of ripe and nearly ripe fruit trees, they attempted to collect data to try to reach some logical conclusions about where on earth they were (Were they still on earth?), what had happened to them, and why that green light was always present when mind-boggling things happened. Had someone discovered a new force that made solids navigable?.
By Nancy Brisson5 years ago in Fiction
Super Who?
Much has been written and told about me, but much has also been exaggerated and purposely lied about me. My story is a simple one, even though many have tried to make it so complicated. I did not come to Earth from a distant planet as a small child, I did not grow up in a small town in Kansas. Most of all, I do not have laser beams that come out of my eyes, completely ridiculous.
By B. K. Garner5 years ago in Fiction
Becoming Infinite
PROLOGUE I barely remember being plucked from cosmic ooze and given the breath of Life. I can hardly recall all the adventures in between then and now, the times of being trained by the truly great ones, the games in the god realms readying me for a cause. I know that I forgot all of it for a very long time and knowing that now brings a sort of sadness to me that we could forget such wonder, such bliss, such power. But there I was, cast upon the winds of forgetting to wander aimlessly through the miasma of realities until one day the universe would bop me on the head and remind me of the WHY of me. Remind me of the seed that dwelt inside me, inside us all, just waiting to pour its glory forth onto the world. It was then that I gave up the journey of knowing myself and surrendered every bit of myself to becoming the Infinite in its most incredible new version of itself. I imbued myself with the power and turned from a ‘me’ into a newly formed universe of wonder and creation. I became the Infinite rebirthing itself anew throughout this universe and then joined forces with all the others doing the same here in this part of this galaxy. This is that story, that journey, that brilliant meandering into becoming infinite!
By Soleira Green5 years ago in Fiction
hacking
The world only has 256 colors. As I walked on, I secretly regretted it. I had just got the address from a fellow called "Mouthpiece" a few minutes before, and I had only met the fellow ten minutes before! He's got it all hyped up like there's no better place in a tier three world. "I can't tell you exactly how, because of confidentiality... You know." 'he whispered cryptically to me, and showed me his heart. As soon as I saw how well the heart was done, I had some confidence in him and agreed to come and see him, and of course he was rewarded with ten points of credit. In this society, there is a reward for everything.
By LUCILLE BREMNER5 years ago in Fiction
Girl on Fire
This is the third day the sun has burned in bold scarlet as it rose behind our pear tree. I take it as a sign my world is ending. If Mother were alive, she would have given some cheeky explanation to ease my fears. It is Sir Helios on his chariot, setting the sky ablaze with his personality.
By Jessica Hanisch5 years ago in Fiction
The Moons of Troponin
Splash awakened from his fitful sleep, his head twisted awkwardly between the window and the vehicle door. "Base to 2999." "Crap! Really?" It had been a non-stop double shift, the thirty-three hour days on the off-world were beginning to catch up to him; he could never remember to set his bio-clock to compensate for the difference in this world's orbit around it's massive star. Four more hours until his shift was over. "Ninety-nine, go." he muttered into the mic.
By Steve Anderson5 years ago in Fiction
