Sci Fi

Unseen
The shared gaze of blue and brown eyes was snapped away by gunfire. Graham whipped his head to the right. Across the vast desert canyon below, he could see his parents’ settlement and the tents surrounding it. It looked as calm as ever, not much different than it had in the fifteen years since they had moved here and set up a medical mission. There was still a tiny brook dissecting the camp, an orchard on the north side, and a massive boulder on the south. It did appear, however, that several plumes of dust had formed on the outskirts.
By Michael Sarpen5 years ago in Fiction
Beacon
It was the first thing he owned that was explicitly his, not to be shared with siblings or curious members of the New. Something secret that he had found in one of the many dilapidated homes that lined the border of the New and the Old. It had been covered by dust and the ghost of what had once been a support beam for the roof in a home that he or one of his thousands of siblings had cleared out so many lifetimes ago.
By Aria5 years ago in Fiction
Human Villages
Human villages had just opened around the world. These villages were set up by the Robots, that the humans had originally invented. Humans had given Robots artificial intelligence and artificial emotions giving them a bit of empathy, with which they could now live without the humans designing and creating more of them. They could make themselves, and change the world they now dominated. The Robots learned that to make the humans submissive, they needed to wait a full human generation before they, the humans would follow what they were told to do.
By Judi Guralnick5 years ago in Fiction
The Glass Ceiling
“Lights off, you little cretins!” A fist pounded his door with a loud thwack, and the floodlight on the wall clicked off. “I said lights out!” There was another, duller, thud a few doors down. “Shut the hell up!”
By S.R.Robertson_Author5 years ago in Fiction
Sentimental
After the second plague, the third World War, the fourth Civil War, and the dropping of those nuclear weapons in New York, processing the dead became big business. It was one of those careers which sucks to have, but must be done, so they come embellished with all sorts of hazard pays to bolster their employment ranks. The money was the only reason I took the job.
By SC Todd5 years ago in Fiction
Locket of Lost Hope
It ended with a war. It began with the end. Hate was, after all, one of the constants of the human condition. Hate led to violence. Violence led to war.
By Calliope Briar5 years ago in Fiction
Shadows
We sat like scared children in the alleyway. Our hearts beating. His hand covering my breath. My hands gripping his jacket. His eyes looked wild as I turned my fear paralyzed head to look up at him. We were dead. This was the day we would die. There was no story for us beyond this alleyway.
By Cameron Bauder5 years ago in Fiction
ALVIN
The thick soles of leather shoes crunched over the blackened debris of what had once been a school playground. Smoke still filled the air from natural gas leaks that had caught fire years ago, and what had once been a small stream was dried up leaving behind unidentifiable remains of any animals unlucky enough to survive the blast only to die of thirst. The aerial search had already deemed it a wasteland. 0% chance of human life.
By Colleen Sincavage5 years ago in Fiction
Pulse
Friday, August 13th, 2088 Del Rey, an affluent suburb of Los Diego The small, thin girl’s grasp tightened as she and her grandfather walked through the lush hallways of the Zenith Hotel, a towering testament to California’s economic recovery and hubris.
By A. T. CASH5 years ago in Fiction
Gizmo
Nicholas’ leg swung back and forth through the air as he sat perched upon the metal beam of a high-rise’s skeleton. He gazed mindlessly through his binoculars at the barren landscape before him. A gentle breeze broke up the heat that enveloped his sun-kissed skin. Usually, by this time of day, the torridity of the Wasteland would make the air thick enough to choke on. Coupled with the scarcity of water, it was unusual to find its inhabitants doing much more than lazing about. Today was a gift.
By Mickie Dennison5 years ago in Fiction
Barren
The chipped gold of the chain slithered like a snake from her neck. It was no longer only rusted gold but spattered in a layer of dried blood, of who’s she was unsure. As her breathing continued through husky coughs, the girl looks it over. In her admiration, she remembers the day she had acquired the inorganic decorative object. She had been much younger then. When the sky still was blue and not covered in the heavy thicket of smog that filled her lungs daily. She had been told many stories of that world and its beauty. This object was a distinct reminder of that.
By A.J. Treadway5 years ago in Fiction
We Are Droid
Red was the color of life. Fluid of the dead fueled the new births. We all streamed forth from the Father drinking of the fluid in order to survive.
By M Reed5 years ago in Fiction