Sci Fi

Tuesday Morning
"Why is it whenever you take your time on these projects you take their time too?" "Made in my image?" "I highly doubt that."
By Joshua Beck5 years ago in Fiction
Obsolete
“Nicole?” I raised my head for what felt like the first time in months. Striding towards me was the most beautiful person in the world. And yet, she clearly wasn’t human. She wore no clothing for her body was flawlessly thin and supple. Her skin was chrome and white, her eyes too startlingly blue and much too large. They met my own, unblinking. Her lips parted in an effortless smile.
By Lucy Krall5 years ago in Fiction
Mission Accomplished
Emma Two Feathers crouched behind a dumpster and studied the street in front of her. Her striking golden eyes were sharper than most people's, a gift of her heritage that went back generations. They were her father's eyes. It was almost cat-like and her mother used to say it made her eyes glow at night.
By Noel T. Cumberland5 years ago in Fiction
Forever In Debt
I didn't know they were enchanted. “It’s useless,” she sneered over her shoulder. “Why d’you wanna keep it? Look for something that can, ya know, help us!”
By Tanya J. Heath5 years ago in Fiction
Premeditated Ultimatum
The sound of Fred's hooves pressing into the moist soil was becoming hypnotic. I have traveled this path so many times in the last 3 and 1/2 years that I could ride it in my sleep.
By Sarah Hertzler5 years ago in Fiction
Old Lady's Purse
I love sunshine. The best days of my life have been spent at the beach. Nothing pulsed adrenaline through my veins the way a good wave could. That rush is addictive; it's an unforgettable event that brands its mark into the heaviest memories. Days on a surfboard are peacemakers, they calm the mental strife within a teenage mind. My first ride, at 14 years old, fired dormant neurons that pushed my muscles beyond their paygrade. A confidence bloomed within me; in an instant I became a legend of Neptune’s shores. Surfing forever attached my soul to mother ocean. Surfing forever attached me to her too, my love. We have been married now for 10 years, but it seemed like yesterday when she washed over my heart like a strawberry moon rising over the pines of Trent County. June was the best person I had ever met. Our connection was instant and unquestionable.
By E. L. Wallace5 years ago in Fiction
Anastasia 22-8-93
Two hands, two feet, ten fingers, ten toes. Shh, quiet… What is that noise? My heart. Wait…my heart? Why is this… thing in my chest beating harder, faster?
By stasdee5 years ago in Fiction
The Final Boarding Procedure
The Final Boarding Procedure K drank the medicine and lay back on the operating table. This was it. The end of individual human self-determination. It was the only option left now, for anyone who wanted to escape from what Earth had become.
By David Allport5 years ago in Fiction
The Great Immortal
“An escape artist?” “Yep.” “In Silva?” “Yep.” “How does one make a living as an escape artist in Silva?” “One is very good at what they do.”
By A5 years ago in Fiction
Aphelion
There is no hiding from the Moonwatchers, no one could ascertain how they maintained all-knowing eyes, but they knew it was not safe at night—when the moon bares all in the darkness. The only man, albeit a legend, eludes the moonlight. He gave the Moon chase; they called him Tinimin.
By Nikhaule Atkinson5 years ago in Fiction
Glitch
“Whoa, you disconnected hard for a second there,” a concerned voice said, as he felt himself being lowered into a soft armchair. “Easy bud, you still with us?”
By Mianya5 years ago in Fiction
Death in the Simulatorium
I walk in a half-skip, racing the cars, then barrel full-hog down the sidewalk. “What a day to be alive!” I grab the shoulders of a sullen stranger and shake. He protests, I release him. I chase him with my words.
By J.T. Kelleher5 years ago in Fiction