Sci Fi

Of Shackles Scorned
The sun drifted just above the entrance of the harbour, sending streams of light dancing across the calm waters below, dotted with the cargo ships arriving from distant Karne and the pleasure-craft that became so popular in the Fall season. Across this medley of deep blues and oranges the reflections of the sky-craft could be seen darting in all directions, as the swarm of corporate vessels and drones hurtled to landing parks across the city, or out of the boundaries destined for a distant hub. All of this made the harbour appear even more lively than it already would, the flat surface of the sea given an ever-shifting life of its own. In the distance, the short bursts of the sirens of a docking freighter could be heard. Akira was pulled out of her trance, peering out over the waters, by Boo’s gentle chastisements.
By Josiah Moore5 years ago in Fiction
Chimera
Diary Entry 7 January 2030 The Trade meeting went as expected. 3 Outcast groups altogether, our team "Beta-One" and two other groups, that named themselves, "Liberators" and the "Conchitas". The "Liberators", were a mixed team of 15 from our area about an hours drive, less if riding by motorbike. nice enough group of 5 men, 4 women, with 6 children aged between 6 months to 14 years. They had a good supply of fuel for the four-wheel drives and bikes which we traded a bountiful selection of our fresh fruit, vegetables and herbs. The teenagers loved Codys' trading cards which he had designed and drawn himself, making them original and tradeable between the outcast's younger members.
By Lynette5 years ago in Fiction
The Culling. Top Story - June 2021.
It all happened so fast that nobody had time to even realize what was happening. I've decided to write this all down in case something happens to me. Someone needs to tell this story, and anything could happen before I can pass it on.
By Jenna Curry5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart Shaped Locket
Vocal Writing Submission By James Alexander Palfi The Heart Shape Locket and the 2nd Coming The world in general is getting better. From the advent of the first two humans whether you believe in some form of creationism stories Adam or Eve or via evolution.
By James Palfi5 years ago in Fiction
Iron within a Rose
A lone tall figure toiled away in dimly lit area. Heavily covered from neck to the feet in a semi-bulky protective suit, with a clear glass helmet over the head, hunched over while tending to a row of plants. What was once a basement of the church ruins above, was now host to a variety of plant types that could grow in the colder weather inherent to the side of a mountain. Well placed, clear plastic sheeting affixed over the missing parts of the ground floor and sunken side of the basement wall kept the worst of the elements out, as well as enclosing the burgeoning crops.
By Michael Lewis5 years ago in Fiction
Asha
In the year 2025, the world changed forever. A mysterious blinding light came out from every hole and cave in the Earth and surrounded the entire planet. The rays from the light destroyed most humans only five million people survived around the world. The light had other effects as well. Some of the humans, animals, and weather had mutated and changed. Some humans developed gifts and abilities that were unique, and some were very powerful.
By Joshua Wheelon5 years ago in Fiction
The Glint
It happened every day in the hour before dusk layered the world in darkness. Tamsin never missed it, watching from the observatory perch of Station 06, forehead pressed against the thick glass, her breath turning to fog.
By Monique Hazel5 years ago in Fiction
The End
He held the tarnished heart shaped locket in his hand looking down at it with blurred vision from the sweat rolling off of his forehead and the tears welling up in his eyes. He could hear the screams coming from her like it was just a moment ago that he lost his beloved. Some days he wasn't sure how or why he kept going but he did. That locket kept him going. The hope that he could see her again. It was a quiet night. All you could hear was the crackling of the fire and his heavy disembodied breaths as he tried to gather his thoughts. He remembered it like it was yesterday.
By Melynn Marie 5 years ago in Fiction
The boy in a dream
It was a calm summers night. The wildlife in the nearby wooded area was the only thing audible at the time. There was a young boy who spent his time before bed, looking up at the stars. He always wondered if he could reach them someday. "Just maybe", he thought, "One day, I'll become an astronaut. Then I'll get there!" Every night he had these thoughts and aspirations. He would even dream about it in his sleep. It was the only thing he wanted the most in life.
By John Do'h5 years ago in Fiction
The Anatomically Correct Apocalypse
Alexa closed her eyes and sighed deeply. For thousands of years humanity had imagined the end of the world – stories, paintings, AAA films starring Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson, images of war and chaos, natural disasters and destruction on a scale never seen before. The reality of the end times was that it was less ‘fiery apocalypse’ and more ‘cold and mechanical’ – businesslike.
By MBK5 years ago in Fiction
Whir. Prick. Click. Lights on
September 13 When I was young I asked my mother what the injection was for. I still remember the unblinking, ecstatic stare, ever-present on her face. She explained that it was a single daily injection that prevents illness while regulating mood. ‘No more contagion or sadness,’ she said, sniffing mucus back into her system.. She smiled at me like there was an invisible man behind her holding the corners of her mouth with his thumbs. Perspiration covered her forehead in a thin layer, even then in the dead of winter. She was gone within a year, and I’ve concealed my difference ever since in a community of people sustained on artificial pleasures.
By Jozef Thoolen5 years ago in Fiction
Where It Belongs
“A heart locket?” You mutter as you search the ruins of yet another apartment. “Why does this matter so much?” You ask as you turn to face your companion “like, we need food more than a locket Ames”
By Marissa Picheria5 years ago in Fiction