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”.
Invasion
This is a work of fiction. All copyright held by Anna-Roisin Ullman-Smith. The wind lashed around the opening into the small alcove. She sat nestled inside the gap of the stone walls, kneeling near the opening and looking out at the world below her. The weather of late had been weird and wonderful, strong head winds blew across the landscape in such a rage that the trees bent their heads to allow the angry winds faster passage. The lakes swelled with the rain water that ran from the mountains, and the water in an endless race to reach its mother ocean.
Anna-Roisin Ullman-SmithPublished 5 years ago in FuturismValencia Vaunt's Vehicles
Glass on the board reflected in the light. Valencia Vaunt peered at the tiny glowing figures that represented where her cars went. As CEO of Vaunt Vehicles in Newark, Delaware, she commanded over a fleet of more than one million vehicles. Her face looked like an achievement of joy and determination. With skin the color of a plum, she was a hawk, honing in on the ordered chaos that remained on the board. A knock at the door almost broke her concentration.
Skyler SaundersPublished 5 years ago in FuturismWhite Hat
I watched carefully as my opponent tested the waters, taking a couple steps forward. I let him, waiting to see what he would do. I could see him put something together, slowly trying to figure out how I would react. It wasn’t much, but even a slight press forward was something to be wary of.
Thomas PhelpsPublished 5 years ago in FuturismCyborgs Like Us
Her eyes fluttered for a few seconds. It happened like this every workday. Her alarm clock under her eyelids reflected the time: six thirty. Tyquinae Sandifer would wake up to the skies, a grayness clung to the morning atmosphere. She had charged her batteries with a wireless connection. Once she undid the the electronic bed on which she slept, Tyquinae would prepare her two children for their home studies. Her metallic arms glowed turquoise and purple. They moved like dueling swords; there existed in them a rapidity that remained precise and determined. On her left arm, the news report and the weather issued warnings of possible snowstorms. She thought, I may not have to come in today. Another thought dismissed this ideation. Tyquinae knew that she had to put the work in and earn her credits. Her legs also featured the two colors of her arms and glistened as well. She pulled them from the charging pad and extended her arm to reach her shoes. She dressed herself in the usual garb; Tyquinae donned a tunic of a blue color with matching blue bottom pumps. Once she exited her room, her little ones had already dressed and been prepared for school. The school consisted of a hologram of the teacher transmitting educational materials from a space station one million feet from the Earth. The doors locked upon her leaving the domicile and the security and surveillance systems protected the children from intruders. Their day was regimented to provide breakfast and lunch samples from the private school program. Tyquinae named her little boy, aged seven, Syquan and her little girl, aged five, Ryella.
Skyler SaundersPublished 6 years ago in FuturismRaging Stars
Journal entry 645—Year 3818 Heat bakes the dry desert sands of this copper colored world. Rare swirls of weak wind pick up grains of sand and drop them mere inches from where they started. It has been several rotations but night has yet to come upon this barren wasteland. Night rarely falls here, the three suns in the system let up every 10 rotations or so. It becomes bearable for a few precious hours before reverting back to this blazing hell scape. The air feels like swallowing a raging fire with each breath. Life cannot thrive on this planet. Life cannot live on this planet. Life only dies on this planet. That is why I came.
When the End Can't Be Seen
The year is 2021, the world is at ends with each other. The United States and North Korea are in the mist of full out war. With this undergoing, Russia continues secretly is creating something that could be used as a biochemical weapon. Since the ban in April 10, 1972 of biological warfare weapons, the Russians continued study all the way up to the dissolution of the Soviet Union on December 26, 1991. With conflict that America has had with North Koreans continuous nuclear study they have finally had enough. Russia backs the Northern Korean government giving them supplies, and material to continue with their studies. When American declared war with North Korea, Russia stated they will back North Korea and protect their province. The war began in 2020, and was declared WWIII. With no sanctions from the UN, Russia was able to continue their studies from the past further.
Shane CookPublished 6 years ago in FuturismOperation 36-AB
It's the night of the mission. There are exactly 72 crew members on deck, 11 oxygen tanks, and an abundance of mysteries to be solved. Operation 36-AB was almost in session. It was Tuesday, the first of October. The seas crashed upon the ship like fire attacking fresh wood, the moon barely peeking out behind the clouds.
Hailey CorumPublished 6 years ago in FuturismHong Kong 97
March 1997. The handover was fast approaching, and Hong Kong’s long history of British rule was coming to an abrupt end, for the worse or better? Who knows! Mainland China was itching to replace what they deemed colonialism with yet more colonialism. But China was more interested in Hong Kong being a key financial sector and they wanted and needed the wealth of the region so they could then claim to the world that communism was actually working in an era where the Russians had finally got bored, bottled it and embraced Capitalism once again (well they did kinda fuck it all up).
Oluf MarshallPublished 6 years ago in FuturismThe Dome
Being left alone is never fun. Especially when it is by your own happiness. Life is a recipe, you’re given the instructions and ingredients to make the perfect cake but let’s face it, you never make it look like the pictures. But the thing is, you may try to follow the recipe to the dot, but it can still end up opposite of how you imagined. I never imagined I’d feel like this. That I would be struggling like this with no one to turn to. No one I can relate to. I get home and every night I take off this mask. Every night I must pray I can be strong enough to see another day. If I could make it through this day, I can make it through one more. Everyone goes through difficult spots, some worse than others. But we deal with them all in different ways.
Regenerating 'Doctor Who: The Classic Series' with Ronn Smith
For fifty-five years, Doctor Who has been keeping viewers entertained with the adventures of the Time Lord through time and space. What began as a series of TV series has turned into an ever-expanding universe. The Doctor's adventures can be experienced not just on TV but in comics, novels, and audio dramas and anything in-between.
Matthew KresalPublished 6 years ago in FuturismPaul Levinson Read from 'The Whether App'
My first published story in a "pro" market was "Albert's Cradle," back in 1993, in Amazing Stories. I therefore was especially pleased when my story "Slipping Time" was published in the fall 2018 re-launch issue of Amazing Stories. The magazine, by the way, was started by Hugo Gernsback in 1926, making it the oldest science fiction periodical still in publication.
Paul LevinsonPublished 6 years ago in FuturismHome? (Chapter 11)
Jerry's blood fills the air and runs under the sole of my shoe, soaking the predominantly white colour of the sneakers with a tint of dark red. His gun lays beside him, shining under the blinding and electric light that brightens up the room, as if it is reminding that I am one of the reasons for his death. I can't help feeling guilty, even though he deserved it. A question now lingers my mind like a hidden predator awaiting for fear and confusion to settle into my weakened brain: Is Max really dead? Or was he trying to scare me?
Eugenia MorenoPublished 6 years ago in Futurism