Sci Fi

Let it Be Someone Else
“I’m sorry,” he says, voice cracking. Disinfectant coils through the air; there’s grime all over the examination room walls. She is slumped in her chair, head bearing the weight of despair.
By H Laguz5 years ago in Fiction
Captain Comet
Nathan was a sharp-eyed child and his keen eyes allowed him to see the greatest of details no matter how big or how small. Capable of counting marching ants on an ant hill or viewing the moonlit craters in the night, Nathan considered this his one superpower.
By Michael A Mendoza5 years ago in Fiction
Remember?
"I remember when I was three, holding my little brother in the hospital. I'd never held a baby before. He's wrapped in a blue blanket, and I realize that I'm a big sister. That was special. I mean, I don't -really- remember. It's just a collage of images that flash in my head vaguely, but I know it's real."
By Jean Davis5 years ago in Fiction
All that's left is snow...
Snow. Wind. Darkness. All one could see or hear was these three things while out in these barren frozen waste. A flat terrain that was given form through the ever raining snow from an unceasing blizzard. This used to not always be the case however, the world once used to be a beautiful and vibrant place full of life. The sun used to shine brightly throughout most of the world. Colors such as the various shades of green, brown, orange, tan, and yellow used to be a common sight until a sudden cold front hit the world all at once. No one knew what caused it, but as time continued to go on people began to realize it was not going to get warmer. Places that used to see nothing but constant sunlight found themselves going months with heavy cloud cover followed by unending snow. Within a few years Earth could be best described in one simple and once playful word: snowball.
By Houston Robinson5 years ago in Fiction
And Here, At the End of All Things
The end of the world had come and gone, and it wasn’t as bad as we expected. That there were any survivors at all was a miracle, though whether it was mercy or vengeance was yet to be decided. We would never know who fired the first shot, if it was us or them, and ultimately it didn’t matter. We attacked each other without the desire to conquer, but with a lust for destruction. Four-fifths of the global population had been demolished to ashes after only a few days of nuclear warfare as governments held fast to their pride and their promises of mutually assured destruction.
By K. Elizabeth Fitzgerald5 years ago in Fiction
Calypso’s Isle.
14th day of Germinal, year 300 -- Max: Let’s call it Apocalypse. The revelation that leads to Utopia. Jack: That’s bollocks. Apocalypse is mass destruction. M: Apocalypse is just the Greek for revelation, like Revelations, the last book of the Christian Bible. Which ends in heaven on Earth. J: Heaven on Earth! M: That’s like the Gyani. I’m tired. Speak tomorrow.
By Peter Winn5 years ago in Fiction
Panic
THE MISSION THUD. This was Rikyn’s fourth SoloToob landing in what felt like as many weeks. And it was getting tedious. Gone were the days when Astros could pass time with their crew between planets. Now you could barely come up with enough cash to convince a single human to launch into space. At least not without some CityState coercion. No amount of money could turn a fundamentalist Gaian – or heal raw, collective trauma – that quickly.
By Kalyeena M5 years ago in Fiction
This is a Life
“This is a matter of life and death. Are you sure you want to settle it by arm wrestling?" Aisha's face is tear streaked and I know mine is too, but I set my jaw and nod.
By Bethany Jean5 years ago in Fiction
Apocalyptic
The end is here. Stay indoors. Schooling and social functions have been cancelled. Office related businesses will now work remotely, and on and on the news went. The Mortem Virus had sprung on the world like a sudden swarm of murder hornets, plunging their stingers into anyone within reach. Everyone was susceptible, none more so than the other, and everyone had a reason to fear for their lives. We believed death was the worst of it. We were wrong.
By D. Remi5 years ago in Fiction
Radiance
The sun crept through the alleyway, dusting the cracked and decrepit red brick wall with light. It was beautiful how it framed the decades old graffiti that had been left there. It was as if it were a piece of artwork hanging in a gallery show room, effortlessly portraying the lives of those who lived before me. I was grateful for sunny days. Most days were smog filled overcast and broken dreams; it was the sun that gave me hope. I lie there still, eyes squinted up at this urban galleria as the sun prowled its way into my eyes. A beam of light fell on my forehead forcing me awake. I flipped my body over on its side pressing my hands on the earth beneath me to lift my weighted body up. Beneath my dirt filled fingernails rustled layers of oversized black trash bags and old newspapers, My bed.
By Megan May5 years ago in Fiction
Quelling Epiphany
I ...And so Mankind was brought to ruin, Plunged into an era of Darkness and Despair.
By Natalia Fernandez5 years ago in Fiction
When the Song Ends
Before I woke up to the sound of Jenny singing in the next room. She is like a personal songbird waking with the sunrise. I open my eyes just in time to see her blonde curls bouncing into the room, and she jumps on my bed. I tell her to bugger off, but secretly I love these early morning snuggles before the day starts. I pull her into my arms and smell her hair. My little sister. Equally a pain in my ass, but I love her with every fiber of my being.
By Brittany Cosby5 years ago in Fiction