Sci Fi

The Complicated Plant People
The night became day and the full moon that was once above me became the shining bright sun with not a cloud in the sky. The air around me was extremely quiet and when I looked around me there was nothing but the sight of a simple hospital room that I swear I had never seen before. I looked down at my hand and saw that I was clutching a small heart-shaped locket which I had also never seen before.
By Anna King5 years ago in Fiction
Silence is Golden
On the surface, nothing had changed. The world still looked the same. The birds still sang and grass still grew. It didn’t look like the barren wasteland landscape of all those post-apocalyptic films I’d seen when I was a young girl. There were no warlords, people were not hunting each other as a source for food, and the world had not fallen into financial ruin. The death rattle of society was not screamed by half insane men dressed in leather and painted in chemicals nor was it shrieked in hunger by zombies emerging from hidden places to grasp desperate living humans locked in a constant state of terror and survival.
By Christina Parkinson5 years ago in Fiction
File Doomsday Prequel
Dust turbulently swirls in the distance. It’s cloud stretches over a thin mirage on the horizon. A Sentinel droid Jo3 glides above the surface of SECTION 10, once known as, The Mosaic Dunes. The droid closely swoops across the rolling hills, kicking up dirt, marking a path from its propulsion jets.
By CR. Phoenix 5 years ago in Fiction
The Rosebush
A familiar glint caught Sawyer’s eye. There it was, peeking out from underneath the trampled, rotting rose bushes. The heart-shaped locket that belonged to her mother. “Oh thank goodness!!” she exclaimed, and gingerly picked up the necklace. In it was a faded picture of a much younger Sawyer sitting in her mother’s lap, laughing, face turned up to the sun, hands covered in sticky ribbons of melted strawberry ice cream as Rufus, their family dog, sat by their feet, tongue out in anticipation of catching a dribble of a sweet treat. Sawyer sighed.
By Betty F5 years ago in Fiction
A World Beyond
A WORLD BEYOND JAY CONTINUED pulling wires from his solar panels to the array of batteries he had cobbled together in the basement. Like most everything they acquired, the panels and batteries were ‘borrowed’ from now-abandoned homes and businesses around Jackson, Wyoming.
By ERIC RICHIE5 years ago in Fiction
A Second Venus
At first we assumed them as innocent. Our presumptions were wrong. They descended from the clouds, at lightning speed, on a large rock. The impact was felt by us below ground. I was assisting a youth, who was having trouble sculpting shape from his mind. I shielded him from the blast as we were thrown from our upright position into a tangled web of arms and legs. The heat quickly rose. The room we were in was only partially dismantled, so I advised the boy to stay and tend to his wounds, as it would help him practice healing.
By anabri james5 years ago in Fiction
Suicide Code
.-- .... -.-- -.. .. -.. -.-- --- ..- .-.. .. . ..--.. The core of my own home collapsed long before I added to the fires that have shaken and torn the walls that I built to protect me. Night by night, fumes continue to steal every particle of oxygen from my lungs, engulfing my blood cells as my veins turn black with vengeance. My mind races with memories I want to erase and yet they prick my nerves and the spasms shoot through my torso and down into the sides of my arm, sharply and uncontrollably. I feel them in my heart sometimes, the devilish worms clogging my arteries as it makes its way through just like when five-year-old's would slide through virus-filled tubes at the McDonald's outdoor playhouses. I fight this suffocation with every ounce of love I have left for myself, but it drains the life out of me. I pace around in my head, wanting people to believe me until an empty shot glass of my dignity remained. Sick out of my mind, loud ticking sounds echo in the tiny corridors of my brain, talking to each other in Morse code, knowing full well I would not be able to understand. I blink a couple of times as a way to cope with my madness. Surely someone had to have noticed, but I do not care. Maybe I do.
By Rhea5 years ago in Fiction
A Life In The Dust
Lawan and I snuck out of the village today. She's been begging me to take her with me the next time I went out. It's hard enough getting past our guards when it's just me. It's even harder with the two of us together. Her dad, Chief Onwai would be pretty angry. He doesn't want any kids sneaking out, especially me and her.
By James "Vilay" Mongkhonvilay5 years ago in Fiction
The Second Renaissance
“Just tell them the truth,” his mother whispered in his ear. If her shrill voice drowning out the drone of the car rattling along the highway could be counted as whispering, anyway.
By Madame Black Rose5 years ago in Fiction
Our Secret War
We had been fighting the war in secret for years, most without knowing it. Every day was a new hate-filled headline, stories designed to make us fear our own backyards. We were entrenched in a daily rhythm of pitting ourselves against anyone who was different. Our society was a flammable husk thrown to the wind: each passing day was a damp match struck against fate, waiting for it to catch.
By denney wiegs5 years ago in Fiction
Mongrel
Marko could not take his eyes off of it. It was a thing of beauty, being devoured by the most horrendous sink hole he had come across this week. Glinting in the hard sun, a piece of metal the size of a useless bottle cap was caught on a broken piece of wood.
By Vanessa Whiteley 5 years ago in Fiction
The Library Remembers
Sarah breathed a sigh of relief; it was still there. She took a step towards it, but a hand grabbed her shoulder and impeded her movement. She turned and saw Matt’s deep green eyes staring at her incredulously.
By Matthew Puzycki5 years ago in Fiction