science fiction

The bridge between imagination and technological advancement, where the dreamer’s vision predicts change, and foreshadows a futuristic reality. Science fiction has the ability to become “science reality”.

  • Jake Mansbridge
    Published a day ago
    The Man That Gravity Forgot

    The Man That Gravity Forgot

    “Corporal Stevens,” crackled the radio of my re-entry pod, “Come in, Corporal Stevens.” It crackled again, followed by a brief period of radio silence.
  • Jake Mansbridge
    Published a day ago
    A Walk in the Park

    A Walk in the Park

    “I'm sorry, Sir—but are you completely mad?” My assistant, Jonathan, asked me on a particularly brisk Thursday morning as I enlightened him to my proposition. We were walking in the park opposite the Venusian Experimental Celestial Colonisation Laboratory in which we both worked. “You want to—what?” he asked again, in utter disbelief.
  • Tonya Moore
    Published 6 days ago
    Perish the Thought

    Perish the Thought

    “If this boat hits one more swell, I swear I’ll hurl that slop they called breakfast back up on the deck.”
  • SKYLERIZED
    Published 7 days ago
    Swift and Blithe

    Swift and Blithe

    “You mean I can’t even get a square? No e-cigs? Nothing?” The woman shook her head no and placed a patch on her arm. Her eyes rolled back in her head. “Damn, that feels good.” This spring day, where the blossoms have burst open bearing the gifts of the trees, saw the predawn decades before the Great Transition in the state of Delaware. Before every right was respected, the lawmakers had to tinker with the apparatus. Yellin Boer, gaunt and smart in dress and appearance, strolled up to the counter to buy some nicotine gum.
  • Celestial Bard
    Published 8 days ago
    Tea Time

    Tea Time

    Author's Note:
  • SKYLERIZED
    Published 11 days ago
    Befitting a Militia

    Befitting a Militia

    The babies cooed at each other in a playpen. It was large. The structure supported about 30 young children who looked like multi-colored cherubs. Soon came crying. Tears rolled down faces like water oozing from a spring. A single cry turned into many cries. It grew louder and louder. Their bodies fidgeted and fussed. Adults, mostly women with breasts bare and men with no shirts on their backs, rustled towards the infants. It didn’t matter whose baby one picked up. All of the adults owned all of the babies. No one cared. The women fed the babies. Their baby? No way. They just took up a child and let him or her nestle up to their bosom.
  • Tonya Moore
    Published 19 days ago
    Big Voice

    Big Voice

    Terry could hear the clickety-clack of the prosthetic leggings on Number 876’s spacesuit as they ambled down the ship’s corridor. The octopi didn’t really care about names. Terry called Number 876 Klara because it made her feel better to call her partner something other than a number. The nickname scrawled on Klara’s helmet in radical ink had been their own choice, though.
  • James Crawford
    Published 21 days ago
    Interplanetary Sunsets (Chapter 1?)

    Interplanetary Sunsets (Chapter 1?)

    Leaning on the synthetic carbon guardrail, Voltrex seemed to be lost in thought as he peered over the majestic metropolis he called home. Not far in the distance stood an “under maintenance” digiboard, that was currently installing a firmware update. He recalled stories from his grandparents telling him of the pre-deceasing “billboard”; how bizarre it sounded, that a giant... well, board... was considered so valuable yet could project such outdated information. “You had to go to the store or visit their website to see relevant information!” They would say.
  • Tonya Moore
    Published 22 days ago
    The Quiet One

    The Quiet One

    I remember sitting on my uncle’s verandah as a kid, watching Star Trek through the living room’s glass-paned window. I remember the voice of Captain Jean Luc Picard speaking of exploring strange, new worlds and seeking out new civilizations, of boldly going where no one has gone before.
  • Tonya Moore
    Published 28 days ago
    Space Age Mermaid

    Space Age Mermaid

    Sulily sleeps suspended inside a transparent, cylindrical womb filled with luminous blue fluid. Her suit sticks to her body like a second skin and has knobby nodes that run up the length of her spine and end at the soft helmet's base at the back of her neck. From the center of the helmet, wires fan outward and upward, gathering at the control center at the top of the container. Her mouth and nose are covered by a breathing apparatus with a serpentine root that coils and stretches down to the base of the cylinder.
  • Celestial Bard
    Published 29 days ago
    The Workshop

    The Workshop

    Author's Note:
  • Eddie Loud
    Published about a month ago
    Rebirth (Part 3)

    Rebirth (Part 3)

    Pupil looked at Erika, not at all offended by the look she gave him. He took his plate and set it up on the table and climbed into the chair. He looked at Bambi and smiled. “Aren't you a pretty puppy.” He said as he rubbed her head.