Sci Fi
A Hidden Treasure
In the far back corner of the attic, the shoebox was hidden under the insulation. Inside were memories from another time. Olivia was no longer the girl who once dreamed of sharing the momentos with her next generation. Somewhere along the line she had become a woman who did what she had to in order to survive.
By Kelly Horne3 years ago in Fiction
AI Topia
AI Topia There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Today those few that are left sleep quietly deep within the caves of the Blue Ridge Mountains. Today mankind has far more to fear from science than they ever had to fear from fire breathing carnivorous flying reptiles.
By Cleve Taylor 3 years ago in Fiction
Xilah
She opened her hand. Sitting in her palm, the newfound trinket glinted a soft yellow in the dappled morning light of the forest. It’s a sign, surely, she said to herself. I’m nearly there. She pressed her thumb, dirty and lined black with grime, onto the smooth metal, crafted in a strange shape she had never seen before. A symbol, she guessed. It must have a special meaning, to carry such treasure inside. She lifted the chain on which it hung and pulled it over her head, the artifact resting gently against her heart as she walked onward.
By A M Portman3 years ago in Fiction
Procreation
Procreation Birth characteristics are no longer a matter of chance in the 2070s. In these days of manipulation of the human genome, bad DNA has been filtered out, and better or different DNA added to embryos so that the Government HR (Human Resources) Administration can ensure the appropriate mix of people to keep the country running at full efficiency. The HRA can create just the right number of scientists, athletes, drone workers, and artists by clicking on a few icons and sending algorithms to the many cloning and embryo development centers around the country.
By Cleve Taylor 3 years ago in Fiction
B. Graves: Zombie Slayer
Entry 1: They say when you die, your whole life flashes before your eyes. I wonder if that’s true for the half living or what some might describe as the undead. Did their lives play out like a movie before their eyes as the turned? Or are they constantly watching the mistakes they made on repeat as they wander the wasteland? Well, there’s only one way to find out.
By Anthony Herrington3 years ago in Fiction
The City of Misery
Nobody can hear a Scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Anabelle loves being on Facetube that her living room have three 65 inch TVs on each wall.Each TV have their own names Carl ,Zoe and Luz.The South wall TV is Carl ,with a golden name plate above it.The east wall has a golden nameplate with Zoe above that smart TV.The West wall has Luz on the golden name plate above that smart TV.
By Mariann Carroll3 years ago in Fiction