After a long 12 hour shift day at the hospital, Rebecca returned home to an empty apartment. Lights were off due to the hurricane alert that has been over the city of Cleveland for three days. For three days, she was without power, which is okay with her—she had tons of candles her mother sent her every year for her birthday–she was dying of the light. She walked into her apartment, what welcomed her was broken windows, glass, and water everywhere in her apartment. Her cat Milo was crying at her closed bedroom door.
Science fiction comes in a number of flavours: Space opera, cyberpunk, post-apocalyptic, afrofuturism, etc. My favourite of these though is hard science fiction, stories in which the science parts are made as realistic as possible. The science might be speculative, the story might feature ideas and technology that doesn’t exist yet, but they should be possible based on the science of today.
(Note: Writing prompt is taken from Publishing School)
I had just finished reading yet another book. As I closed it, the pages now witness to all the emotions I had felt while reading, I looked up. Staring at the wall trying to wrap my head around the reality that it was just a book. Only an adventure that lives in my head and the pages it was written on.
Retired Marine Colonel Sebastian “Bastion” Hills stood on the tarmac in Dover Air Force Base in Dover, Delaware. The gleaming aircraft possessed wings that jutted out like fingers. The fuselage was an electronic cigarette and the nose looked normal. No drop nose here. It was unlike any previous supersonic jet or any conventional airplane ever. This day marked the first launch.