Sci Fi

Old Doors
The things you hold on to are important. I’d had a very long time to think about that. It was that feeling that kept my knuckles white as they gripped the sleek, plastic relic in my hand as I stared along its barrel. Well, my knuckles would have been white if they were still knuckles. I had found this thing a ways back on the road and, as you can see, I was starting to get attached.
By Aaron Senese5 years ago in Fiction
Blue Rain
It started with the blue rain. We had been so worried about acid rain, but then it started to rain in big, beautiful blue plops. They didn’t sting at all.
By Zephyr Zywick5 years ago in Fiction
The Light We Leave
It began with the pandemic of 2020 spreading its tendrils into the years to follow. Lock-down never lifted, because the virus never left. Or so the world had been told. Tensions in America only grew more intense, and in the following years, the country split right down the middle. At this time, the world was rife with a growing number of compounding problems. Plants and animal species began dying off inexplicably in droves. An extinction event, some whispered. Famine and drought soon followed, and a once-civilized planet plunged quickly into frothing mobs of fear and misdirected panic. The society that had been so well put together began to fall apart at the seams.
By Halcyon5 years ago in Fiction
Monarch
“Monarch” by Lauren Ptolemy The Bird flew over the debris of what was once the city of Los Angeles. From a 21st century perspective, this wasteland looked nothing like Earth, let alone the City of Angels. The land was littered with bones and metal; clouds of chemicals floated all around The Bird. The much anticipated Singularity had come in 2049, however, humans experienced many unforeseen problems in the merging of mankind and technology.
By Lauren Ptolemy5 years ago in Fiction
Timeshare
Valdez was pulling so much OT he hadn't seen the sun in a month. Not that you could see anything through the smoky firmament which hung permanent across the sky like dirty cotton. But even a sagging horizon was better than the monolithic roofscape, stretching so far you forgot you were inside.
By Oliver Coulter5 years ago in Fiction
Heartward
“You’re staring again.” “Hmm?” Kormeu was only half paying attention, absentmindedly twisting a copper wire around a magnet- though, of course, electricity no longer flowed through the coil.
By Josef Kahn5 years ago in Fiction
The Last Honey of the Bee
In the year 2108, the only thing more valuable than water was honey. As far as humanity knew, bees were extinct. Only the Militia knew the beekeepers were still out there, hidden as they were.
By Alexandria5 years ago in Fiction
Locket Skin
Atlan appeared outside the fuzzy portal facing Bion. He lifted his torn shirt up high enough to reveal the tattoo that he knew would allow free entry. Bion could barely make out the distinctive marking buried beneath the deep lacerations across his chest. He nodded for Atlan to enter while stepping aside to clear the opening.
By Dana Jae 5 years ago in Fiction
The Unsatisfied
I could feel myself fighting desperately to float back up. To open my eyes at another start and another chance. Past the heavy and the dread. She was all I had left in the world, and I would not let her down if it was the last thing I did.
By Tiara Morris5 years ago in Fiction
The Chosen
Artemis wrapped her delicate fingers around the heart-shaped pendant. She could feel its energy pulsing around and through her, matching her heartbeat, synchronizing with her breathing. It was getting stronger with every pulse, and it at once was as soothing as being held by her mother, being sung a sweet lullaby, and also as energetic as electricity running through every nerve. Her 12-year-old self did not feel like twelve anymore. Instead, she felt the surge of knowledge and emotion of more than her lifetime.
By Tracy Tison, Sr5 years ago in Fiction
Legacy
The reflection of the sunset on the waters horizon was stunning. An NFT digital asset of it would draw 4982,000 billion in ether coins. Wuhan18 was finishing his nutrition wafer and staring down from his 20,31ft 6190.5 m sea level open air scaffolding loft. Wu had company coming tonight and they were going to tour, with the five wing man jet packs on the landing platform.
By Julianna Voth5 years ago in Fiction
The RISE & Fallout
April 22, 2123 “You failed Miss.” The examiner looked up from his clipboard; his eyes had a hint of sadness or pity. I couldn’t tell, nor did I care at that moment. The exam room seamed to shrink around me. The muted gray tile floor stood out in stark contrast to the dark blue striped walls. The soft glow of a computer screen lit up the little room. I suddenly felt so cold.
By Ashley McLachlan 5 years ago in Fiction