Sci Fi
Safe Haven
THE CRASH WAS IMPOSSIBLY LOUD! Mo shook awake, but she wasn’t sure why, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Something told her to hop out of bed — and she padded softly towards the window. There was a light frost covering the fields outside. And there was a light, like a blazing trail across the sky.
By Nathan Charles5 years ago in Fiction
The World He Once Knew
The smell of a smoking fire mixed with the delicious scent of steak being charred, carried through the air. Mataius snapped awake, dream rapidly fading and dark reality about him came rushing in. As he gained his senses, he looked down to see his right-hand clutching onto the heart-shaped locket around his neck. "This is becoming a habit" he thought to himself, and then caught himself salivating at the smell of dinner. Mataius sprung to his feet. The dinner was not his, nor was he expecting to be a welcomed guest; that was not a thing anymore, he mused. He quickly gathered the little belongings he had, unholstered his pistol and checked the ammo, before placing it back. From his vantage point higher on the hill, he could see smoke to the north, "Good" he thought, as his journey was taking him east; another 30 miles east to Spokane. He started the trek, legs carrying him easily after having walked over 200 miles in the last two weeks. It has been a long two weeks; longer 200 miles from home; from his 4 bed, 3 bath home on the lake near Seattle. And an eternity from the last glimmer he had of normal life.
By Andrei Borodin5 years ago in Fiction
The Carter File
Molly slowly opened her large green eyes and blinked at the glowing red numbers on the bedside clock. 1:30 a.m. silently cut through the dark. Perfect. The meeting started in half an hour. That gave her more than enough time to grab a quick snack and check on the house before heading out. She stretched her long, lithe limbs, arched her back, and let out a satisfied sigh. Once on her feet, she stretched once more for good measure. The catnap had been a good one. The kind that left one feeling rejuvenated and clear-headed.
By Cynthia Varady5 years ago in Fiction
A Point in Spacetime
It had taken three days to go through my Great Grandpa’s house. He had the old mill converted over to generate power for the property. It seemed to be working. That was good because I had no idea what to do if it broke. It powered the cherry orchard he had inherited from his father. He had made it work for him all his life.
By Mark Stigers 5 years ago in Fiction
Float
To Float was to be happy––like winning a twinkling grin from your boyfriend on a miserable day, like kicking off your heels or unhooking your bra and sitting and digging into a tub of ice cream after work––Floating was, well, living. So that's what I did at eleven o’clock on a Friday night, so sick of stressing and dreaming and thinking that I sat up in bed and pressed the tablet on my tongue and Floated. Physically. Mentally. It pulls you away from reality, a gentle, placating hand that you take every time.
By Chloe Cramutola5 years ago in Fiction
When Your Home is Alive
Hey everyone in the past. It’s been a long time. Shuu here. Your favorite rat-boi scientist and content creator. I know rats don’t normally live that long, but being a special lab rat, it turns out that I live for a super long time. Anyway, I wanted to say hi to all my past fans. Hope you’re doing well. I miss you.
By Daniel Goldman5 years ago in Fiction
Avalon, Chapter Two
Flashshadow’s talent for going quietly unseen was put under rather more of a strain at a well-lit outdoor rumbustification, but it helped that Petunia subsequent to her opening number had daintily descended the stage and taken things down a notch. Most of the guests were dancing to her pre-recorded backing-tracks, their attention safely on each other, while Petunia herself held court among just a small proportion of the party’s complement. Flashshadow, though keeping a discreet distance, looked on curiously.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Avalon, Chapter Three
The party was still only just getting started when sandstorms whipped all at once round bare ankles and legs, searchlights swept the clearing, and live music was summarily supplanted by burgeoning engine-din. Girls and boys and other creatures ceased their spirited wriggles to gape skyward at the looming pig-backed crowd-control cruiser which had elbowed itself into the airspace above them.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
