Sci Fi

Surviving a pandemic
It began with a simple virus, one that we thought had been accidentally created, or mutated from nature. The virus mutated 10 times in 3 years, outstripping our vaccines that we thought would defeat it.
By Terra5 years ago in Fiction
Pyre
Eugene knelt down by a broken egress window and shined his flashlight into the dingy basement. The beam cut through the darkness, illuminating a barren, filthy concrete husk of a room. Eugene looked over his shoulder, through his visor, nodded at Amy, then climbed through. He landed in the basement with a thud. Eugene heard a soft scratch and whipped his light around. Two mice, squeaking madly, scurried behind a pile of trashed furniture and rotting books in the corner of the basement. He turned back and watched as Amy limped over and, nursing her left foot, slid through the window.
By Mac Lunkey5 years ago in Fiction
Keeper
I’m not ashamed of loving someone I’ve only met once. It was almost a moment forgotten. Some meeting place on the corner of a side glance.
By Elle 5 years ago in Fiction
SafeGuard Up
“Lucy! SafeGuard up in an hour! Finish whatever you’re doing out there and get inside!” Gloria called out the window to her daughter. She’s 16, she should know better than to be outside this late, Gloria thought. Always on the overprotective side, Gloria didn’t like her kids outside more than an hour before the shields went up. There was only a very small chance of getting stuck outside at night, but she wasn’t willing to risk it.
By J. Lozada5 years ago in Fiction
Marnie and Jack
The fields beyond the wall grow barren and grim as the years continue forward on their path towards extinction. Jack and I have been walking the border for weeks, hoping to find a new source of water to settle down by until the next raid. He's the only thing I trust in this world, Jack is; I found him a few years ago, starving beneath a willow tree after the Cascades attacked through the Eastern gates. They beat this poor puppy and left him chained to the willow's trunk, whimpering and alone. It was easy to name this grateful boy, Happy Jack, for his enthusiasm to heal was extraordinary. He's my life now, and I am his.
By Angela Ebell-Solomon5 years ago in Fiction
Escaping Hopelessness
Under the hazy red sky, a lone figure ran across the barren wasteland. The sound of grit and gravel crunched beneath her feet. Amina's chest burned from the hours she had spent fleeing in this vast abyss of hopelessness. She could still hear the blazing sound of sirens in the distance. It had been years since the Earth's collapse but the air still reeked of death and decay. It was a constant reminder of her own fragile mortality.
By Melissa Shivers5 years ago in Fiction
The Solaris Warrior
It was the year 2250, the world everyone knew as planet Earth had been reduced to a near desolate wasteland after being invaded by the dreaded Umbraxians. Gargoyle-like aliens that possess dark magic called the “Necroforce”, but the true extent of this power could only be unlocked by a large ingestion of water. Something their planet lacked. Twenty-Two years prior Earth’s astrologists discovered a mysterious 10th world, in the Solar System and initiated a homing beacon to attract possible life. This action proved to be dire, as the lifelong fear of an alien invasion became a reality. The beings from planet Umbra followed the homing signal to Earth and drained the latter’s entire water supply; from the oceans to lakes to rivers everything was drained, causing worldwide drought and decimating over half the planet’s population.
By Kylecovey Smith5 years ago in Fiction
Tomorrow
Tomorrow. The rhythmic sound of the wheels bouncing mix with the swirling melodies of the wind and quiet sobbing to lull me into a restless sleep. I jostle awake every few minutes, bumps in the road battling with exhaustion.
By Andrew Scott5 years ago in Fiction
Your Heart's Desire
I want you to close your eyes. Close your eyes and imagine what it would feel like if one day, you woke and everything you knew about yourself was gone. You knew nothing about yourself. Not your name, your age, not even the color of your eyes. You wake up in a white room, and while you don’t know who you are, you still know things like what the small hard things in your mouth are, the ins and outs of politics, and the fact that at this moment there are nine other people waking up in the rooms next to you and in front of you.
By Erick Mendez5 years ago in Fiction
The Homeowner Association
Willy did not mind the monitoring chip in his brain. He thought nothing, did nothing, considered nothing that he was afraid to have observed. He conformed to all rules, standards, and guidelines; he had the right education, the right extra-curriculars, and the right club memberships; he paid the right subscriptions, voted the right way, and disapproved of everything.
By James Daniel Little5 years ago in Fiction
K-Pop-Apocalypse
Part 1: After the Apocalypse At work in a corporate sound studio, T-Hope mixed music in despondence. He yawned and rubbed his eyes. He made a record scratch effect on his nanotech turntables that was so unenthusiastic it sounded like a seagull’s last squawk before flying into a jet engine. He sighed. Seven years ago, the K-Pop-Apocalypse changed everything.
By Tyler Clark (he/they)5 years ago in Fiction
Chain Code
CHAIN CODE By Nathan J Baxter A nondescript man sits in a dark room, his face illuminated by a single computer screen. A mug full of coffee that had long since lost its heat sat untouched next to a half eaten pastry. The only door in the room was directly behind the man. It suddenly burst open revealing a sterile hallway filled with impersonal fluorescent light that spilled into the dark room. A disheveled woman in a lab coat and glasses rushed in, closing the door behind her and returning it to darkness.
By Nathan Baxter5 years ago in Fiction