Sci Fi
The Hum
“Mummy…?” No answer. “Mum?” again, no answer. Tyler Osei called and called again for his mother. He’d waited as long as he could, but not now he wanted his mummy. Tyler had spent the last forty-eight hours in a cupboard, wedged right at the back behind the hanging clothes, nestled between two piles of shoeboxes. A small kid, well hidden, he might have even managed to avoid being seen if the person who opened the cupboard door didn’t empty it entirely. As it so happens, someone did.
By Sam Hosseini5 years ago in Fiction
The Secret of the Locket
Have you ever wanted something so much that you were willing to give up everything you had on the off chance that you might achieve it? Weary long nights and fevered days spent in pursuit of a dream that no sane man would believe, have you ever done that? It can be so freeing, pursuing your longing without care. That feeling of freedom almost makes up for the fool’s errand that was my own when I decided to leave The City.
By Damien Rivera5 years ago in Fiction
The Stranger
SunJohn7 felt the work timer vibrate against his wrist: only half an hour to go for the day. He didn’t need the timer; he could tell the time almost to the second by the location of the red dot in the sky, but it was regulation. He yanked at his wheelbarrow to turn it around and head back down the mountain. “Not a bad day’s bounty,” he mused, surveying the contents.
By Cindy Morrison5 years ago in Fiction
Lulutopia
At first, I feel bad for the iguana. I’m almost surprised that the drone tagged it. On infra, it’s barely yellow; just a tepid, scrawny blob clinging to a vine, suspended over brutal surf. For all I know, it’s the last of its kind in the New Grenada Atolls.
By P. D. Murray5 years ago in Fiction
A Dead Life
What is to become of humanity? Will we struggle over the cusp of a cliff to find haven on a flat plateau? Having reached a place of such stark contrast to the rocky cliff, that we sink our sore heels into the soft soil and call it home. Do we not cast at least a cursory glance to the next cliff in our catch? And what if we are to fall? From the first cliff or the second? Will we rise like a phoenix from the? Reborn to a fresh start, retaining our previous risks and rewards? Or perhaps our ember, and all energy spent creating it, will fade to blackness like the closing of a tired eye.
By Ryan Clarke5 years ago in Fiction
To Remember
Ayla sat in the grey sand, the warm froth of a late June sea lapping at her knees and toes and thighs. The hem of her khaki shorts was damp, alternately wetted by the waves and dried by the two suns positioned at ten and one in the lilac sky above.
By Amanda Lee Scherle5 years ago in Fiction
The Beginning of the End
Civil war waged in America throughout the years 2040 through 2058. In a desperate effort to at last form a peace treaty the governors of all fifty states met in New York and re-divided the country into fifteen independent nations and dissolved the United States of America. This was after the Federal government went bankrupt from overspending and widespread corruption.
By Laurie Manfra5 years ago in Fiction
The Dome
Three soft tones. It was always the same three notes that exuberantly echoed around Sarah’s pod. At first, they had been quite a pleasant sound to wake up to, but the novelty had quickly worn off and they now served as a daily reminder of her reality, cruelly served at 6:00am each morning.
By Oliver Conte5 years ago in Fiction
