Sci Fi

Lia the Baby Light Orb
There once was a baby light orb that lived in the void. Her name was Lia. She floated for years, eons maybe - who knows how long time is where there is no time. She flitted about, this way and that, sometimes alone and sometimes with a thousand million other orbs, young and old, baby blue and royal purple, pale yellow and bright orange, peering into every crevice of the universe all the while.
By Jessica Hoffman5 years ago in Fiction
RECYCLE,REBIRTH and REPLENISH
Recycle,rebirth replenish, the three r,s a mantra, a pledge, the permanent revolution. The Visionfiles we watched,for our education, showed that during those times ,most of humanity had lived , fuelled, by both waste and exploitation. The residue, we ,the survivors, harvest, every solar cycle , was also testament to this . The decadence in their lifestyles was difficult for us to comprehend. Future structuring , the very signature of civilisation, was conspicuous by its absence .They had access to recordings from the past , so only malfeasance, and conscious negligence could explain their actions. The subjects had more than one uniform. They had no utility features at all, they wasted their precious body fluids, only having the most primitive ways of checking their bodies chemicals, there was no way of immediately indicating distress or disease. How many crimes went unpunished, how many organs were wasted , lives cut short, by some antiquated notions of self. The revolution had cut these poison vines down, and daily we sifted through the soil of recycled fields, pulling out the roots , so no more could the clamour of an individual, drown out the sweet harmonies of the reborn collective. It was in those fields doing the task I was allocated,that led to my first real experience of anxiety.
By James Gilbert5 years ago in Fiction
Eve of Glenoie
Part 1: Eve My name is Eve. Ever since the “New Dawn” regime began, everyone’s name now relates to a celestial or altruistic theme. We were told that it would remind us of where we came from and who we are. You see, my people and I lived on Earth for hundreds of years but before, we lived somewhere else. From what the history books have taught me, it was some place, some space outside of this one before the New Dawn happened. I am originally from Glenoie, a planet that hides just behind Titan, the moon of Saturn. We pride ourselves on having the cleanest ecosystem in the Universe. We are far more technologically advanced than those of Earth which has allowed our planet to be free of any pollution or waste. Our bodies have evolved to be their own recycle machines. Any bio waste or trash simply absorbs into our bodies and that acts as our energy source. Livestock and wildlife are free from fear of consumption because that is something simply not required by my people. There is no famine, war or natural disasters. We simply exist with each other and everything that surrounds us. Our political system is led by 3 leaders. Cheos is the leader of the professionals. He oversees and assigns jobs to those who are old enough to work and manages trade between the 3 sectors. Lias is the leader of the elderly. She oversees the retirement and medical treatment of the elderly. The elderly are the only ones of my people who may suffer from fatigue or illness. Lastly, there’s Effit. Effit is the leader of the hatchlings. These are the children of my population and Effit manages their care, oversees their growth and assigns them to their family. Together, Cheos, Lias and Effit forged the “New Dawn” program to purge Earth of their disasters. The New Dawn program was proposed as a means to take over the people of Earth. To seize control of their bodies and fill them with our own consciousness. That way, we could save this planet so different from our own from its ultimate demise. Originally, it was only the ones from the professional sector that were selected to go to Earth but then, we began to realize that the population of Earth was much larger than first imagined. Reports began to flood in about how the people of Earth must not have believed in self control because their population was overwhelming the planet. Scarcity of resources, water, food and even land to live were becoming inaccessible simply because these small minded people couldn’t be content with just having one offspring like the people of Glenoie were. So, the leaders decided to send the elderly to Earth. Even though their physical bodies weren’t up to the standards the Leaders agreed upon, it was only their consciousness that would be transferred. As more and more of the people of Earth began being filled with our mind and spirit, more issues started to arise. Crime so unimaginable to my people started booming. Lies began to spread that we were an alien species trying to consume the people of Earth and we were bloodthirsty. Rebel groups started forming of the disasters. Disasters was the term our leaders gave for the original inhabitants of Earth. The Disasters tried to harm my people even though we had their same physical form. After that, the leaders did what was necessary. They sent everyone including themselves and the Hatchlings to Earth and when that still wasn’t enough to conquer the last of the rebels, we had to do the unspeakable. We had to commit the first and only crime of our people, murder. It was painless as Lias had the knowledge of how to do it painlessly due to her work with the edlerly but we still mourned the act anyway. The leaders committed the acts in private as to not bring shame onto the rest of my people. The last loss of life was said to come from a female. She resembled the hatchlings and she wore a silver necklace with a pendant on it. The day was then turned into a global day of morning and the pendant was called a heart locket. Every year that goes on, we remember that final day as the Day of loss. A moment to reflect on what had to be done to ensure that the New Dawn Regime continued and from that day on, every female hatchling was granted with a silver heart locket. The locket would be opened on her 17th birthday and she would be given the chance to go back to the home planet of Glenoie or continue to stay on earth and become more and more human everyday.
By kate1585 years ago in Fiction
SKIN DEEP
Vida wiped the semen that dripped down her thighs with the rag that laid on the bed. "Good girl," said her customer looking at her while adjusting his trousers.
By Praise dominic 5 years ago in Fiction
After Mars
There was a disparity between the warm air that buffeted Lily’s face and the cool air that she pulled into her mouth via the oxygen purifier. The deepening red sky was streaked with yellow clouds like little dead bugs a windscreen wiper couldn’t quite expel. She wondered how many more years she had left. At the ripe old age of 31 she was faced with the very real reality that the planet she lived on was dying. Mars, now increasingly uninhabitable, even for the rich and especially for people like her - low means, was in the final countdown.
By Caitlin White-Parsons5 years ago in Fiction
Snow Fall
I step out into the snow. It covers the land completely. The cold is all I can ever feel, a biting frost that tears through my clothes right into my flesh.
By Evelyn Husbands5 years ago in Fiction
What comes after the "Aftermath"?
Saturday May 1st, 2090 The day that everything went loose was the day I decided I would finally start to write about everything in life and the day has come. Still it is so crazy to me that before anything ever happened THIS is exactly something I always wanted to do and to think that now that I am actually getting through with it there’s a possibility no one will ever read this it makes me upset but that’s the whole entire point of writing.. To feel something one more time, because now you’ll really never know when will be the last time this happens to you and then it really is just gone. That was the last time you felt that.. In my thoughts and in my brain I love or atleast used to love feelings. I barely remember how specific things would even feel like. I'm happy because I got to research certain words to expand my vocabulary in time and now keep them in the back of my mind; their meaning, rule to shine, their definition. One thing I miss the most is music. wow. just to say the word gives me a frisson of excitement, to think that most of the new babies here will never get to experience the beauty of walking down a hallway with headphones on, letting the lyrics run through your veins. A family party dancing with all of your cousins, the guitar strokes making you jump in the air. The violin playing in one of your favorite bands takes over the fragility of your heart and your emotions or even the drums that ease your anxious tired body from pretending to be someone you’re not for the bare minimum of response from people and the world itself. Not that the person you were was bad, it was just fear from not being accepted.
By Ana Zavalaa5 years ago in Fiction
Are You Looking?
After it refused to go down dry, Van tried swallowing the locket with a handful of water, but still it fought for purchase in his throat.
By Dmytryk Carreño5 years ago in Fiction
Almost Blue
The morning was bright and warm when George Newman woke up to the soothing jazz trumpet. "Something calm but interesting. I would recommend Almost Blue," his new Jerry had suggested the night before.
By Bill Yuan5 years ago in Fiction
Shadow of Steel
Chapter I “Coast is clear, Rick. Looks to me like the area is completely abandoned,” Mad-Dog reported. A bead of sweat streamed down the jagged scar above his eye.
By AD5 years ago in Fiction
Giant Killer Spiders!
"Tap, tap". "Come on, son, time to move," said Julian, tugging on his son's arm. "Ughh, what time is it?" his groggy eleven-year-old asked, as he tried to roll over and continue his slumber.
By d5 years ago in Fiction
Vernacular
The rain fell unrelenting among a thirsty world, but even the ground could not drink it. The city streets were lit only by the glow of billboards and digital signage covering the windows of the towering buildings. John Kline walked quickly, his head down and eyes on the sidewalk, wary of risking exposure to the toxic downpour even with a treated umbrella and protective poncho, luxuries most were not afforded. Reaching his destination, he scanned his keycard for entry into the lobby of the Vernacular Tower. A large ad above the awning of the door exclaimed, “Vernacular! Communicate YOUR way!”
By Anthony Criswell5 years ago in Fiction