Sci Fi
Chroma Eyes
The setting sun scorched the sky into a beam-blade wound, cauterized clouds over raw vermilion. N8’s Vendetta idled like a resting demon with him in it. He knew el-towns dotting Noman’s Land were criminal havens, but he had to eat something real instead of more K-unit rations.
By Joshua R. Leuthold5 years ago in Fiction
Newdale
They just left, the government of Howl community that is, after installing this heart-shaped locket around my neck. They pinned the closure under my skin and boy was that painful. My locket can’t be removed and it’s similar to the one my mom has on. The only difference is mine has a clear stone and hers is rose colored. My dad had no say so about it, he stood to the side with his arms folded. We all knew this day would come, they have been preparing me for it since I was ten. This is the traditional 18th birthday gift of the Howl community. Once you turn eighteen you’re able to move freely around town. Up until today I have not been able to go out of our home without my parents. I’m so excited to finally roam this town alone with no parental supervision. Here you need no license to drive because your locket is your way of transportation. I've seen my mom do this thing where she rubbed her stone and it would magnificently take us to the farmers market and everywhere else in town she desired us to go. As far as I can remember it’s always been the three of us and a few familiar faces when we run errands. Is this how it’s going to always be? There has to be more to it.
By Brittney Jackson 5 years ago in Fiction
Unbound
Sirius began to fade into the void. Taking with him the memory of all those who inhabited the Earth. Dooming the planet to fall into chaos. Billions were killed in the carnage. Sirius gave humanity one last glimpse of hope. Those few who lived the night Sirius’ heart died, awoke the next morning with mysterious lockets around their neck.
By Lindsie Wharff5 years ago in Fiction
On a Wing and a Lagomorph
I remember reading that we would never truly grasp delight, if we didn’t know pains distress. I couldn’t bring myself to open the locket I was wearing, maybe I wasn’t ready to view joy in the face of so much despair, or perhaps I would just collapse in the sheer futility of my resolve. This cheesy heart-shaped bauble held so much power over me, if I listened hard enough, I could hear it laughing at me “come on, take a look… bunny!”
By Robert Trakofler5 years ago in Fiction
The 8th floor balcony, the beach, and a father's love
The man tapped a red square to begin recording. Before, he would have never made a recording like this. He found it odd that so many people were making these types of videos. He was more old school then that, but that was before it happened. He recorded himself every night in his living room. He didn’t really know why. The best he could figure at least he was doing something if aliens ever came down, they could see what the last humans on earth were doing, at least in this part of the world. Otherwise, just another useless app on an even more useless mobile phone. He positioned the phone and tripod in front of the fireplace. A small fire burned in the background. He always thought that these winter recordings would sound more inviting with the sound of crackling wood as a backdrop of an otherwise eerily quiet environment.
By Andrew Zaat 5 years ago in Fiction
Heartless No More
My Dear Reader, First I must apologize for the sloppy penmanship, unfortunately I am not left-handed. But I digress… We’ve all heard the saying “wearing your heart on your sleeve”. Well, now that saying is far more literal than figurative. You see, as technology began to encompass more and more of our daily routines we, humans that is, began to feel less and less. Becoming more like the programmed algorithms we had become oh so reliant on to handle even the most menial of tasks, such as finding a connection. Due to our reliance of programs such as social media, dating websites, virtual reality and anything else that could create even the slightest semblance of emotional connection, every human being has slowly lost their innate ability to foster an emotional connection with… well anything.
By Charles MacGregor5 years ago in Fiction
L.O.C.T.
Air Force Technical Sergeant Alicia Petersen scrutinized her computer screen, she had received an impossible e-mail and was trying to make sense of what she read while aware of the immediate need to report any breach such as this to her supervisor. The email though, was blowing her mind, and she hadn't even opened the attachment.
By Earle D Swope5 years ago in Fiction
A Golden Connection
Joe drank his coffee and the smell brought back memories; A cup of Joe for my little Joe, his mother used to say to him. She named him Joe for that very reason, it was an Earthly phrase that his grandfather used to use and it always made her think of him. He thought of her as he washed his cup and returned to his locker to suit up for day 3 of the sub-station cleanup project he and his team were finishing.
By Iryna Paikoush5 years ago in Fiction
