Sci Fi
Old Barn
When you grow up in the country there are a lot of old barns around. We grew up where our family owned the dirt road we lived on. Thousands of acres owned by two people. That was a long time ago. Fast forward to today and most of the land is sold. We still have about 100 acres that different family members live on. There are a couple of old barns on the property.
By Jeremy White5 years ago in Fiction
Of the world before;
"In an inhumane world we forget how to be something we simply are; human". One day it just stopped, the only world we had, or ever knew. They had said it would happen. That the world would end. That billions would die. That we wouldn't ever be able to start again, not like we had before, when the world was bigger and much of it unknown.
By Simon Pitt5 years ago in Fiction
When Jerry Scanned Liza’s Barcode
Jerry sees Liza walking down the street. He observes her frilly dress, with the bouncing lace, and her light pink fingernails, which delicately caress her purse strap. She has a wisp of a smile as she squints her eyes in the sparkling sunlight. Her eyes look hazel from his perspective, and they are surrounded by a rich hedge of long lashes. Neatly embedded in the center of her forehead is a camera lens. She makes an autonomous statement by drawing mandala inspired flower around it.
By Molly E. Hamilton5 years ago in Fiction
Guardians of Eras
I have always known that I had a purpose. I mean a purpose other than being born, living, and dying. We all have a reason for being here. We weren't meant to "occur" without notice or fulfillment. The problem is recognizing what it means to be human. Humans were introduced; our cycle set in motion. Our greatest attributes are within us along with our greatest flaws, but few recognize either. We contain a survival instinct that overrules even our deepest desire to destroy ourselves, yet we live in defiance and self indulgence. Clinging to external resources to survive, we reach outward attempting to accomplish and create in order to feel worthy. We constantly seek approval from each other rather than bestow it on ourselves using our greatest gifts. When we fall short of approval or do not measure up, we blame everyone around us. We have self interest at heart, worship Gods for all times while killing in the names of those Gods. We study words and deeds set forth in practice, passed down through history, live by traditions and customs, write laws to govern, and more to govern those, demand recognition for our races, creeds, colors, and symbols, meant for specific groups, used to divide, to separate, and for justification of righteous existence. We do not trust each other let alone love one another. We surround ourselves with networks of unique individuals in which we place a certain amount of faith, love, and trust but look on the rest with suspicion, distrust, and great judgment.
By Melissa Schimke5 years ago in Fiction
When Flashes Clash, Chapter One
Once upon a time, two boys had sat together on the shores of reality and looked out at what lay beyond. This was the Seegs, an endless flat ocean of searing glaring rawness whose terrible white stretched far past the dark horizon where bolts of lightning played. No-one in this galaxy or any other could say for certain whether there was truth in the folk-song that described the Seegs as the place where the universe ended. All that was known was that those who stepped into it never came back.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Captain Rydian of the Human Galactic Unit
It was such a simple mission. Go down to the planet and collect data. Simple, right? That's what I thought. My first mission as a Space Captain, and it just had to go wrong. Why me? I did nothing but good work and heroic deeds, yet here I was.
By Lydia Booker5 years ago in Fiction
Love in the Underground, Chapter Two
Phoenix Prime’s wings were the only source of illumination in a compact cave, where the tunnel through which the girls and Kral-it-Gor had entered branched off ahead into two. For some minutes the party had held still, until they were certain from the surrounding hush that they had not been followed.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Love in the Underground, Chapter One
From the steep-sided canyons between towering skyscrapers to the rubble-mounds strewn across the battlefield below, Nottingham City Centre reverberated as if in the aftermath of an electrical storm. Office-block exteriors seemed to ring with it, giving back upon the charged and tingling atmospherics all that the shockwave had laid upon them, while ongoing battle-noise gradually warped and echoed its way back from eerie distortions to the proper register and key. Even the air was swimming with residual frissons crackling out their last. Through this static-bath a single small figure moved on a determined course, like the first animal to venture from its hollow once the tempest was over.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
