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”.
Winnie in the Fields
The basket dinged as Winnie dropped another onion into it and wiped her dirty brow. The readout showed fourteen more until she hit goal and could go sit in the shade for lunch. The soft purring behind her reminded her that the Helper Hob needed its motor cleaned before she checked it back in to avoid the same fine she got last week. It buzzed close like an eager fly around a carcass. Winnie reached down to grab another onion top, digging her hands into the cool earth, and noticed a shadow pass over her.
By E. Weatherly Richardson6 years ago in Futurism
Dying World
They only took 300 civilian volunteers, in addition to select militia and scientists, to go to our new home in the solar system. Our planet had been rapidly dying for the last 100 years and it was becoming unlivable. With brutal weather, infrequent rain, and ever-increasing temperatures, it was getting to the point where we could hardly grow food or keep animals alive. People were starving and billions more had died from a disease that thrived in the extreme heat. It was rare that babies were born because everyone understood the fate of our dying world. Although Earth was vastly degraded from what it had been even 10 years ago, we still mostly functioned like normal. We had jobs, schools, hospitals and for once in a long time, a fair government.
By Jamie Smith6 years ago in Futurism
Phantom Shift
6:13 am, Jason waiting for his bus. Ugh, another Tuesday morning, another cup of cheap coffee from Carlo. It’s not as terrible as I make it sound. I just wish I could treat myself to something from The Bean. I will never understand why Rebecca left the way she did. She knew I loved her with all my heart. And the kids, god, the kids. Why is it she ran off, but I’m stuck with only seeing them one weekend a month? How is it that a court can look at her and say that I am incapable of providing a stable home? The school loans were almost paid off, and the agency was taking care of law school. Now, here I am stuck paying minimum balances, funding her and Meredith’s best life off in who-knows where their so-called “influencer” life takes them. At least the kids are with Rebecca’s mother now, even if that means they’re two hours outside the beltway.
By Atomic Historian6 years ago in Futurism
A Guiding Light
Luci let the warm steam and fresh aroma of espresso fill her nostrils for a brief moment before taking a sip of her steamy Americano. It was a brisk autumn morning and Luci sat alone at a corner table in the busy Florentine cafe’, enjoying the quiet murmur of nearby conversations as she scribbled original Italian poetry in her little black notebook.
By Laura Cianci6 years ago in Futurism
Writing near the water
It’s the year 1950. Sally Stacy jumps for joy because today is the 1st day of 9th grade. She is excited to compete in the Poetry-extravaganza, a competition between poets at her school. Sallies parents are both writers for the New York City (NYC) times; Sally loves reading the stories they write and wants to work with them one day. Sally experienced catharsis through writing at summer camp and decided to hone her skills and participate in the Poetry-extravaganza. Camp was also where Sally met her best friend, Jessica Lampart. Jess wants to compete in the Olympics, like her parents.
By Justin Frey6 years ago in Futurism
Bound Sanguinity
Beams of light huffed, as the rays that slithered through the slats bobed against the waxed walls. A taunting game of sanguinity laminated the mess of blonde curls that splayed out in protest. I gazed into the pair of blue holes that the sun seemed to have had it's way with, sun golden threads swimming through the blue in spiraled snaggy lines; lines that were panicked and spurning to escape the incessant holes. Shadows brushed over the spirals of blue in the form of long spidery legs that flarred out to form a curved lid. The blue dissembled as the set of spider legs kissed one another; manifesting the blue into now a fader shade that melted in and out of the bulged lids through a maze of veins.
By Brittanica Goodrich6 years ago in Futurism
