Sci Fi
A Frosty Outing
[SFS 7] This was the meeting place, but no one was in sight. She looked around suspiciously. It was just like him to give her the wrong time, or set the stage beforehand with a tricky prank. Then she heard his voice nearby, before she could actually see him. "Love the scarf, dear."
By Ellen Stedfeld5 years ago in Fiction
The Mystery of the Blue Zoni
The mystery of the blue Zoni What a bittersweet day it is in Mississippi. Blue Zoni High School class of 2144 is having a graduation today and for the first time in 25 years, the valedictorian is a male named Cinderella. His mother pushed him to the podium in a blue diamond encrusted wheelchair. The light from the sun reflects off the wheelchair, causing momentary blindness. For the first time in 10 years, he stands shocking the entire audience. With tears in everyone’s eyes, he grabs the microphone and begins his fare ware speech.
By Rykim Johnson 5 years ago in Fiction
The Mailman of Hole 227
Small-Joe exhaled. Vaporous crystals spiraled in front of him, then flew away into the clear, frigid air. He tapped his black Whorlskin glove against the brushed-steel thermometer on his door. Minus ten Celsius. His route would still run even at twenty degrees below, at which point his Airboard's engine wouldn't spark.
By Christopher Fin5 years ago in Fiction
Older
The invisibility cloak of time isn't a real thing. I thought it was when I was younger, but now the fight to stay in alignment with that thought has taken its toll. You see, when I was younger I saw extraordinary things. Some things you would not believe unless you were there. One encounter I tell people about is when I met the people that live in the core of the Earth. They choose to stay hidden because they enjoy living in peace. The Earth's surface is volatile and they just do not roll like that. I stumbled upon their doorway when I was exploring a cave in South Africa. I slipped and fell down a deep dark opening. I passed out before I hit the bottom because I just knew it was my time to go, but what found me was incredible.
By LATANYA N CHATFIELD5 years ago in Fiction
Secret, Impossible, Miraculous
I was twelve years old when I told someone about the pond. I knew I wasn’t supposed to. My parents had told me to keep it secret a hundred times. But it was summer and I had friends for the first time, real friends, the kind that would hang over the back of their chair in class to talk with you and always shared their gum. For the first time, I was part of the clique already formed for group projects, instead of waiting in humiliation for the teacher to assign me.
By Mehrina Asif5 years ago in Fiction
The Last Frozen Pond
First we lost streams. Water that gurgled over rocks and splashed against earth banks, their ancient source dried up and vanished forever. Birds swallowed their coos and critters scurried to nowhere, never to be seen again. Numb, we turned away from the news as each day it announced another species extinct. We lived in the remains of another time, reaping what we did not sew.
By Tamala Shelton5 years ago in Fiction
The Nook Over Lake Kalandan
The light waned as shadows pulled taut pushing snowflakes around bended air as wind whistled and whined. Atoms formed molecules to cells to tissues to organs and finally a system. A figure that clicked and coalesced; twitching matter and refracting light. A transmitted man. Solid and intent he braved the snow laden forest wasting nary a second for collecting himself. His footfall was regular and fast as he indented snow before crossing Lake Kalandan. It’s surface was frozen and solid but fissure was impending. The figure sent minute ripples and breaches through the ice. Unseen promises of rupture. The walk was careful but brisk as the lake crunched and cracked beneath steps. A break of stability and change of face that came with the approaching stranger. A stranger who tread in the vast shadow of the looming estate. Never ceasing in his ascent.
By Adam W. Graham5 years ago in Fiction
The Ice Box
Only a select few braved a chilled New York City on a day like that. These New Yorkers came in two hours earlier to beat the normal in and out crowd, and felt it was well worth it. This was a special breed of worker, who would not call themselves workers, they would say producers, entrepreneurs, innovators, or game changers. What they labored for would change humanity and that alone made them stand above the rest.
By Zee Dempster5 years ago in Fiction
The Treatment
I’m the Doctor’s assistant—one of many. The water we are using today is on Hokkaido. It’s beautiful here. I arrived last night from Finland, greeted by the exact bitter cold the Doctor loves. He chooses his locations well. As I could see from the plane, there’s lots of viable water here.
By Lexie Harrell5 years ago in Fiction
The Beginnings of a Hoax
The crack in the pond, frozen over from the lowering temperatures the night before, unsettles everyone. It is almost the full diameter of the pond long, shy only a few inches from the edges, ebbing out from a hole in the center like a spiderweb, catching the fleeting attention of passer-bys.
By Muchtar Suryawan5 years ago in Fiction
