Sci Fi
Forbidden
Finally! She’s asleep. Brynn grinned at her mother’s soft snoring as she slipped from her bed. She pulled the heart-shaped locket from around her neck and tucked it safely under the pile of rags she used as a pillow. Last night, it pinged against a metal pipe and alerted a nearby drone.
By Chloe Longstreet5 years ago in Fiction
THE FALLEN
Maybe it's the quiet, maybe it's his curiosity of the Old World, but Kyt can’t deny that he prefers the company of the dead. They don’t speak or judge him for his ‘childish obsession’ with The Fallen. Instead, invisible, mute ghosts wander the empty corridors. Giant metal spires with glassless windows jut into the sky like moss-riddled monoliths. Kyt walks amongst the debris, his deer hide shoes scuff atop the thick layer of dust coating the cracked cement floor.
By Zachary James5 years ago in Fiction
Scythe
Waiting Pale lilac eyes went dark. She didn’t need the display to stay live in order to see, but they made the patients feel more at ease. The waiting room was quiet and empty, which suited her just fine. She hummed softly to herself as she focused on the task at hand. Florence Model 1.9-10-000000 had been assigned report duty today, while her fellow 9-10-Gals aided the doctors in the back. This hospital, though in the heart of the city, was small and at times seemed over-staffed. Today she was glad that they had no pressing need of her. Her lips twitched into a secret smile since she knew the peace wouldn‘t last for much longer. She sensed that it would begin here soon, and she would be all too busy for a few weeks. She hummed to herself as she connected to her office computer, uploading the notes from the few patients she had assisted today. Her focus split between the task at hand and remembering how the increased workload she expected soon began with her first trip overseas less than a month ago. She had left her home for Moscow after Dr. Anthony’s funeral. The trip was brief, followed by her uneventful return to the United States.
By Katherine Hanson5 years ago in Fiction
The Silence
Recollection Log, Entry 2: I never thought that I would be here for this kind of post-apocalyptic B.S. but here I am accompanying a team of twelve to a rations zone. It has been three years, eight months and a day since the world changed. Some say it happened gradually at first, taking over the wildlife then spreading to humanity, but with no clear evidence, who really knows? At one point I believed we would have had a fighting chance if we caught it in time…I know now that it would not have mattered.
By Ryan Sam Fong5 years ago in Fiction
The 1%
“Testing, testing, how do I know when this thing is recording? Damnit, I was never any good with fancy tech.” I peer inside the hollo-locket Grandpa gave me on our last day together. He had squirrelled it away as we scavenged through an old tech store for usable parts. It was meant to be a gift for my 18th birthday.
By The Creative Chimera 5 years ago in Fiction
The Eruption of All Time
It was 3 am in the morning on a Thursday night in summer and the soft hum of the clothes dryer droned in the background. Molly sat at her desk pondering life prior to the eruption at Yellow Stone Park. Several days following the eruptions, universal forces began to descend on the earth in droves. Just a couple of months prior to the world changing as everyone knew it, her sister visited to assist with her son's DUI court date. Molly could not take the day off to drive him to court so her sister drove five hundred miles to visit and take him on his court date.
By Kristina Castor5 years ago in Fiction
