Sci Fi

Karina Corona. Top Story - July 2021.
The bright green light scanned Karina’s face and took her temperature before allowing her into the building’s antechamber. She stepped in. A fine mist containing fuck-knows-what descended on her, and then a tray slid out of the wall to her right. She loaded it up with the hamburger and chips. Back in it went. Another successful delivery. Another day, (and quite literally) another dollar.
By Cas Nolan5 years ago in Fiction
Message in a Bottle
David opened the front door. “Anyone home?” Only the sound of wind and the cry of birds answered. He shrugged and turned to Alice. “I think it’s safe.”
By Allison Oesterle5 years ago in Fiction
The Hyper Hour Stage
The first sign of the virus is melancholy. Sometimes I wonder whether it's the human brain opposing death or the human soul struggling to leave the fragile body when they die. Usually when I am about to kill them, my remaining sense of humanity makes me hesitate in doing the act and an opening glimpse of these people's lives flash on to me as their dead eyes stare deeply into mine. Too deeply in fact, I could almost feel their touch, and their warmth. It all reminds me of one thing - Momma.
By ncee writing5 years ago in Fiction
Fairy tales
I was born almost four Jovian years ago. The malnourished child of malnourished parents – scratching out an existence in an underground settlement on Callisto. My mother would tell me stories of old Earth – a beautiful blue world with open skies, endless water and room enough for all people to live. It always felt like a wonderous fairy tale to me. Fantastic and unbelievable. I had never seen the stars, let alone blue skies and oceans of water.
By Chris Bagnall5 years ago in Fiction
Excerpt From A Guided Tour Of The Museum Of Terrible Things
1. There it was, hidden among the whut whut whut of the comings and goings, hidden—just barely hidden—behind the pearly voice of Glory Good as she ran through the morning announcements: savory pudding dust for dinner, mandatory march at four, may the good ones keep us safe and similar. The sound was unmistakably there—and it went on until Mondita could no longer ignore it.
By Are Kölsch5 years ago in Fiction
A New Dawn, A New Day
There was nothing Nix enjoyed more than watching the golden sun rise slowly over the fog, the dawn of a new day. For once, her air filter was offline and the chipped helmet was clipped to her harness next to the main and belay lines she’d used to climb to the top of The Eiffel Tower. The toxic radiation that hovered over the city in a thick green cloud lay a mere twenty stories below her dangling feet, completely obscuring what remained of the capital city of France.
By Brooke Farrar5 years ago in Fiction
Trapped memories
It was quiet inside the house. The storm outside receded, kept at bay by the thin wooden walls and the shards of glass that remained inside their window frames. But we had to be careful to listen - houses, I’d learned, had voices of their own. They were built to keep the world at bay, but they had their own little worlds inside; filled with creaking wood, sighing draughts, and whispering curtains. There were no people here anymore, that was true, but their lives had a strange way of echoing throughout the dwellings they’d once called home. It was my job to listen for those echoes, find their source - and silence them.
By E R Hall5 years ago in Fiction
The Scout and the Old Parish
Humanity, in constant reach of the constellations, have now grasped its core and ignited their futures. With planet earth now uninhabited; Gaea set forth on rejuvenating her surface. Lush forestry exfoliate the concrete jungle with hyacinths and hibiscus, skyscrapers became the foundation for moss groves to germ and populate.
By Burcad Badeed5 years ago in Fiction
The Irony of Fate
I’m almost running to the door after seeing the USPS drone passing by my window. My hopes are fulfilled – the package is there. I start tearing frantically the padded envelope while I’m still in the driveway.
By Cristian Carstoiu5 years ago in Fiction
Dumb Luck
Looking back at that day, I never realized my future, wouldn't become my past. That day, the overcast weather, the traffic jam. Maybe it had something to add that caused my predicament.
By Chelsea Sheppard5 years ago in Fiction
Rescue Day
K walked over to the man and looked down. He wasn’t making any noise, wasn’t pleading for his life or even breathing heavy, but K could see his hand, sprawled out in front of him, opening and closing against the dirt covered concrete as if in a useless attempt to drag himself forward.
By Jason Emmitt Caudill5 years ago in Fiction
01001001 00100000 01000001 01001101 00100000 01001000 01010101 01001101 01000001 01001110 (I AM HUMAN). Top Story - July 2021.
“I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.”
By J. R. Lowe5 years ago in Fiction