Sci Fi
Everything Lost
She raised the delicate chain up to look at the tarnished silver of the heart-shaped locket. The warm glow of the dusty sunset casting a dull, but still visible shine. Her eyes squinting; not from the light, but from the exhaustion, the heat that has become something of daily life. "I will find you," she whispered into the warm breeze before gently resting her lips on the fragile casing and tucking it back into her front right pocket.
By Deth Angel5 years ago in Fiction
Bright Illa
No one looks up, and the only sound is the shuffle of small, child-size feet scraping against the cement floor as Jaro passes. He keeps his eyes down and moves through the stone room. Wood benches are full of men and women in silent meditations, heads upturned to the very top of the Tower, still as rocks, almost lifeless. Children sporadically swing their legs back and forth, the only visible sign of life. No one turns to stare, no one moves, except Jaro, and he does so stealthily. The last bits of daylight are slipping out of the far end of Baldic Tower, and it is that light that Jaro presses towards. He is almost there.
By Crystal Davis5 years ago in Fiction
In the End
You know once we found out that aliens existed in our galaxy we thought we could win if they tried to invade us. However, we didn’t know how wrong we were until it was too late. The year is 2206 about 150 years after the fall of the United States of America, England, Germany, China and Russia. Once these great countries fell after World War Three, the leaders came together and created a unified nation they called the United Federation. Ever since then, we as a nation stopped invading countries on earth, we started conquering space. That is when the United Space Command Federation was created. About a hundred years later our worst fear became a reality; we found a planet with stable life. We called it planet HF 56-45. The creatures that lived there called it Talteria. Everything was perfect for a few years until the Talterians realized their planet was dying and they needed to find a new one.
By Jorden Dunbar5 years ago in Fiction
The Eleventh Hour
I sit with my toes curled over the edge of the ragged black hole you dug in our floor and stare into the void - into the secret world you found beneath our kitchen - and listen. Crouched. Frozen. Like a rabbit in long grass, too terrified to move or to make a sound.
By Caleb Walker5 years ago in Fiction
Sentiment
March 21, 2185 B.C. ("Before Cataclysm", formerly labeled as C.E.) "Winner! We have a winner! The lucky lady wins a prize!' It was the "pop the balloon" game at one of those random traveling carnivals that come into town for a week or two. I had my daughter Maddie (although I always called her by her other moniker, Candlestick Jack) for the weekend, and she wanted to go to the carnival, so that was that.
By Josh O'Neill5 years ago in Fiction
Grandma Jenna's Heart-Shaped Locket
Sunday, August 6, 3256 Dear Elephanie, Let me start with that question you asked. There wasn't enough of "the usual stuff" for us to keep living in bodies. Mom put it to me this way some time ago when I was younger, when my data was less developed. Before that, I kind of figured I was different from the Spacers I saw in the Feed and met at Convention. We're still a little like you. We go outside (never further than the mailbox for me), stay inside sometimes. Watch the Feed, eat and all the rest of it. Go to the bathroom. Go to Convention. Fall in love when we get older, sometimes. Mom never did but I'd like to, with another Wave of course. Make friends (mostly at Convention), buy groceries, pet the cat, feed the cat, react to the cat dying. Mittens died again this morning, I'm still mad about it. But I always felt a little different from the Spacers on the Feed and at Convention, even when I was really, really young data. Mom’s older than me, over a thousand. That’s pretty old, huh?
By Carl Creighton5 years ago in Fiction
Creation
Creation He stood and stared at his reflection pulling faces like a child would, to see if it caused any reactions stirred any memories or caused anything, that would be a change to the subsistence that was his present existence. He’d done this thousands of times and dreaded the thought that he would do it thousands more, he looked down at the sink and gripped at it aggressively, the anger at the situation coming up hot and fast. Then just as fast as it had come on it was cooled, tempered.
By Joshua Parkinson5 years ago in Fiction
Heart and Soul
London 2025 Eric runs his hands through his long, tousled blonde hair, sighing as he takes off his glasses and cleans them on his sweater vest. The tablet sitting on the table before him flashes TEST FAILED. After hundreds of attempts over the course of four years, he takes a moment to focus on his breath alone, considering his options before trying again.
By Logan Wheeler5 years ago in Fiction
I Am Ruin
No-one could remember when the words began appearing on the architecture of modern civilization. It was a hideous graffiti, painted without care of style or aesthetics. The words dripped a heavy black ink that ran as if slowly applied to the surface. The style was not artful and it had a homogeneous consistency that suggested the same author. The message was unsettling and filled with rage as if the words themselves were sentient. I Am Ruin the words read, the implication was ominous and malignant. It wasn't noticeable at first, the placements were haphazard and random, not robust but thin and crooked. It was only after it was too late that people made any sort of connection to the writing and their arrival. Memory cannot recall where they came from either or when exactly things began to change, there was no big show of it. It was a reconnaissance operation and then an infiltration, an operation of stealth and silence. Did they arrive or were they born of the earth? A question never to be answered.
By Jared Bushnell 5 years ago in Fiction
