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”.

Black Book Blessing
It was a cold Monday morning January11,2011 , Kaylee had missed the bus. She had been on her way on a job interview for a job she always wanted. It was her dream to be a teacher & Now was her opportunity. Unfortunately the next bus wasn’t set to arrive until 11:05 & her interview was at 11:30. In high hopes to make it on time Kaylee waited.while standing at the bus stop a bird pooped on her shoulder. Instead of getting upset about it she looked at it as a sign of Good luck. She then checked the time & realized it was 11:11 & still no bus arrived.Filled with disappointment & a slight bit of sadness Kaylee started to walk back home. It started to rain & she didn’t have a umbrella.Now she was cold disappointed, sad & wet.Kaylee looked up to the sky and said can things get any better?A Flash of lightening struck & she stumbled, Not only did she stumble because of the lightning she tripped over A Little Black Book.The little Black Book was New. It Was still wrapped in plastic. She picked up the Book & proceeded home.once she got home she took off her wet clothes,showered & ate lunch.once she finished her lunch she decided to take a look at the little Black Book She found. The first page read “Manifest your Desires” she looked at the time, it was 1:11. Kaylee looked through the book & seen it was 111 empty lined pages to write on.Kaylee Realized she had been seeing the numbers 111 all day & felt it was no coincidence, especially since the date is 1/11. She decided to look up the meaning online, Turns out that “11:11&1:11 “is a angel number which appears to let you know you can manifest whatever you want! With that being known, Kaylee began writing in her little black book. On her first page she wanted to manifest another teacher job opportunity,so she did just that. She wrote about manifesting a job as a teacher.she watched T.v. For a while, Ate dinner& fell asleep. She woke up in the middle of the night the clock read 1:11 she began to feel a little better weird with all these signs & decided to check her email.she seen she had a email invitation to another teachers position interview the next day.At that moment she was in shock. She went to the interview & was hired on the spot. On the way home she wondered did she really manifest that job with the little black book? Kaylee then decided to try to manifest something else with the little black book. Being that she just she just got hired& public transportation was unreliable, she wanted to manifest a car.once she got home Kaylee started writing in the book to manifest.The next afternoon she found the perfect car online within her budget. Kaylee scheduled a appointment to test drive the car that evening & bought the car. Wow this book must be a blessing Kaylee thought to herself.After going for a spin in her new ride Kaylee wanted to manifest something else.How about 20,000 dollars she said to herself.she can help her mom catch up on bills, start a nonprofit organization for the homeless like she always wanted &have a little money leftover. As soon as Kaylee got inside she got her little black book out & began manifesting again.The following afternoon Kaylee checked her bank account only to find 20,000 dollars deposited into her account. Feeling so full of gratitude Kaylee Drove her car Back to the very bus stop where it all began & left the Little Black Book on the Bench for someone else to find and manifest their desires! The End.
By A Estes6 years ago in Futurism
Where Adventure Can Lead
Where Adventure Can Lead By: Christina Meyer Margo was on the verge of burnout. She had been here before; it was familiar, and she even knew what to do in these types of moments. She was disconnected from herself and spirit. She had everything she needed, she enjoyed her job, the people she worked with and the fast-paced environment of it. She had her hobbies that brought fulfilment. She just could not help but know that something big was missing. She was to do something more that would bring her great joy and inner peace and most of all the fulfilling promise of endless happiness. You can only get that by creating something that helps others.
By Christina Meyer6 years ago in Futurism
The Child at the Edge of Time
The child stepped out of time and into the frosted embrace of a dark winter’s night. She shivered as the excess heat of travel wore off; it was late evening, and an invigorating crispness hung on the air. Bundling her cloak about her, she started from the clearing, her boots leaving impressions in the freshly fallen snow.
By Connor Cullen6 years ago in Futurism
The Man from Lipperhey
The Man from Lipperhey By Jon Plante It was midday at the station. Noisy. Crowded. Tourists scratched their heads, baffled by maps and signage. A man played a saxophone for tips. Jake and his mother were waiting on a bench. She clutched their tickets tightly. An old man sat across from them, wearing a tweed suit. His arms were folded, and his legs were crossed and from the looks of it he was very much asleep.
By Jon Plante6 years ago in Futurism
“Why didn’t anybody DO something?”
Alas, you have found me! I have been desperate for company, dear Reader, and I am so glad you are here. I suppose this is a surprise for you, but we have much to discuss- and I will make it worth your while, I swear it.
By Cara Davidson6 years ago in Futurism
The Transition
Like most problems, mine was simple to understand and impossible to solve. I needed to get home, to brew Alexys her evening mug of dandelion root tea and pour Sheila her evening mug of vodka, to finish that catastrophe of a novel, to in short, return to my life. Not the work life I submitted to or the life of my friend’s openings and readings and dinner parties, but my own private, domestic life. And that life existed between the exposed brick walls of my fifth-floor walkup.
By Sjloren6 years ago in Futurism
Robot Amnesia
I froze with one foot planted ahead of the other along the narrow game trail. Few rays of sunlight broke through the deep green canopy to play across the undergrowth to either side of me. Except for a single woodpecker, the entire forest fell silent and seemed to listen with me. Had I heard a voice or simply imagined it? I waited, sampling the aroma of the pine needles I had just crushed.
By Ben Waggoner6 years ago in Futurism
Of Life and Dust
“All the way until the end of the ridge?” Blankton called out, as Garren Klug moved the rover along in the red sand. “That’s what Hollis said.”
By Jason Daniel Chaplin6 years ago in Futurism
Reservation
I guess I don't have a lot of reasons not to go to Mars... Hector sat on his couch in his discomfited bachelor's home, in his shabby clothes, ruminating in a thunderhead of aggravation and embarrassment. He was no longer feeling all that stoned and the wrinkled pamphlet limp between his fingertips suggested he could be paid a fair amount of money–$20,000–to leave this planet behind. Mars wasn't like the place he read about in science fiction stories as a kid. Mars had a Paris right next to a London right next to a New York, all dressed in their Sunday best. Mars had suburbs out of the fifties or, if you preferred, out of the nineties. There was no crime on Mars. There was no war on Mars. Why wouldn't a person want to go to Mars? Why would a person need to be paid to go?
By Cody L6 years ago in Futurism
Anthro Universe
The bar didn’t have much to offer other than hot broth and eye-watering moonshine. It didn’t help that the alligator bartender referred to both as swamp water. Fifty-fifty chance you would actually get what you were looking for. Rob, an old tiger, took a cautious sniff of his cup. Not liking the odour he switched cups with his human friend, Sheila. Sheila took a swig, her face expressionless as she focused on writing in her little black notebook.
By Kelsey Reich6 years ago in Futurism
2431
"Read me the time, Mimi" I asked my android who rolled along my side through the moss covered alley. "4:58 am, Friday, March 8, 2431" said Mimi as it rolled further, projecting the details in the air.
By Dipra Jain6 years ago in Futurism
Survival
It was rare to find a source of water this clear so close to the city. Most of the liquid found within the city limits was toxic, contaminated with decades of waste and filth seeping out of the buildings and into anything that spent time there. Nothing thrived within the artificial jungle, other than opportunistic beasts that preyed on the weak and unwary.
By Jesse Noonan6 years ago in Futurism