Sci Fi
The Pigeon
The Pigeon Copyright2020 by Daniel S. Dechi On a warm summer day in the city’s public park, an elderly man sits on a wooden bench throwing bits of dry bread to his cooing pigeon friends. A confused, scrawny pigeon hobbles to join the flock. All of the other pigeons appear disturbed by this sickly looking bird, and abruptly fly the scene. The man seems a bit surprised by the flock’s sudden departure, but turns a smile to the afflicted pigeon, and feeds his new friend from the palm of his hand. The man inadvertently coughs, slightly startling the pigeon, but the feeding continues.
By Danny Dechi5 years ago in Fiction
There, Not Back
Day One “Forty five seconds until launch sequence commences” These were the words transmitted to everyone's cellular implants on January 14th, 2093. You see earth was dying at this time, all throughout my life I remember hearing scientists say the earth would be unable to sustain life after 2080 so you can say we were living on borrowed time. But now we must say goodbye to the earth. Breakthroughs in science have recently allowed humans to alter the atmosphere of Mars making it habitable for humans so we are being shuttled in a series of spaceships and my girlfriend found ourselves in the last group leaving earth, our breaths would be the final breaths of oxygen taken from the ever dwindling supply on this overused piece of rock. Elsie, my girlfriend, had to ride in a special shuttle because of her health concerns. This forty five second warning snapped us out of our warm goodbye hug. As we pulled away Elsie removed the heart shaped locket I gifted her years ago and took a picture of us out of the compartment. She handed the picture to me and said “You've had my heart since the day I met you, make sure to give it back to me up there yea?” to which I replied clutching the picture next to my own heart “Couldn’t stop me if ya wanted” and finished it off with a wink. Now I am in my shuttle waiting to blast off I suppose, this will be my first time in outer space so I am a bit nervous. So I just stare out the window at the medical shuttle that carries Elsie to our new world much like a mother carries her young to their new world.
By Carson Wallbrown5 years ago in Fiction
The Nukes of the Phoenix
I run so fast it feels as though my feet are not touching the ground. I run past different shops, no-name businesses, and restaurants and they appear to me as though I am in a car. I look down at the sidewalk and fall abruptly to the ground as the floor shakes beneath me. I get up and am welcomed by a dark shadow that falls overhead. With fear I turn and realize I am seconds away from being crushed by the skyscraper that convulses over me. My mind is moving faster than my body, I fail to keep up with the anxiety that swarms in my gut. The sound of my heartbeat throbs in my ear and I hear nothing else. A thick, pitch-black fog begins to rise from the floor, quickly tucking itself underneath the falling building. The ground shakes again as another nuke shatters the floor, rippling towards me. I cannot breathe while there is smoke in the air or I will die instantly. I am seconds away from escaping the tower but slide into the cement as it begins to rattle again. As I fall, the crackling sounds of my ankle echo throughout my body. It takes every ounce of strength I have to not scream. My lips clench against each other and I pull myself to safety as the tower collapses behind me. Thank God.
By Mady Pritchard5 years ago in Fiction
Kamena's Choice
Rutendo’s grimy fingers pried hard against the plastic seams that trapped the mechanical innards of the burned-out food synth. Whoever made these stupid things never meant for them to be repaired or adjusted, he cursed. After a solid twist, and the weight of his good knee applied to the top panel, Rutendo successfully retrieved the prize concealed inside. A full charge pod! Good for at least a month, he thought, if they were careful. He had a good number in hand now. Now all he needed was a food synth unit that had more than three working menu options. But that desire was a vanity. Food and water were a problem solved right now. Much heavier concerns showed no promise of resolution.
By Michael Van Boom5 years ago in Fiction
Notes from "Nightly Sweep, n. 483" - c.Aug 3088
"It's a cold night in August, don't cha think, Teffin?", asked a brooding figure, standing in the dark, holding a lance. The fog was heavy this evening. Another brooding figure, presumably named Teffin, responded: "Forecasts said it might be this way. Brought me a coat, just in case. Did you not look at the forecasts, Rok?"
By James Currence5 years ago in Fiction
Let Them Speak
Prologue I put on the hoodie and leather boots over my day clothes as quickly as I can. There’s no time to waste if I want to have it back to Papa. There’s no way he can take care of Isabel and me if he can’t speak, and stealing this is the only way he will be able to. Still, I feel a twinge of guilt, but remind myself that I am only stealing for Papa and Isabel. They have needed me since Mama left. I am the only one who can get Papa what he needs. I flip the hood over my head and get moving.
By Mikayla Brumbelow5 years ago in Fiction
Reaper of the Barren
The Thief was running for his life across the hot sand. The cliff faces of the gorge offered some shade but it was always hot. I knew he wasn’t going to make it far. He looked as if he hadn’t eaten in about three weeks, plus the wound I gave him slowed him down drastically. It was nothing personal. It's just the way it is out here in The Barrens.
By Jake Darragh5 years ago in Fiction
Heart of Atlantis
Honestly, I think that I’m a magnet for the destruction of civilization and I’m not exaggerating. Five months ago, I survived the apocalypse, brought on by a severe meteor shower, along with my sister and a few other random people we’ve found since leaving the doomsday version of NYC. I know what you’re thinking – that doesn’t make me a magnet, but that’s the second apocalypse that I’ve survived. The first, which I happened to find out about from my mom on the night this current destruction happened, was the fall of the great underwater civilization known as Atlantis. Apparently, my real parents were the rulers of Atlantis and after some mercenaries found the secret city and attempted to enslave everyone and steal the technology, I was sent ashore on some hi-tech submarine to survive while my parents sacrificed themselves to destroy the invaders and keep the city a secret. It became a secret ruin since the city was destroyed along with them because in order to ensure my survival, they sent me ashore with the very thing they needed to keep the city alive – The Heart of Atlantis. It’s basically the life source of the people and the technology in a small silver, heart-shaped locket. I was found and adopted by a couple from New York, along with the locket and a letter explaining how I got there. So, I basically found out that I’m the heir of Atlantis… who just stepped in the remains of some decaying animal.
By D.J. Bullock5 years ago in Fiction
Please Remain Seated
The receptionist stamped the document twice, and slid it back through the opening in the glass. “Hold on to this. It’s the door to the left, take a seat and don’t walk around or talk to anyone. Security will help you if you have any questions.” She rattled the script off like she’d said it a hundred times, already looking past me to the person behind in the queue. I sensed this was my cue to leave, and hastily thanked her before taking your hand and heading through the door. Your shoes squeaked noisily on the linoleum. The receptionist hadn’t looked at you for the whole interaction. Perhaps that’s how she managed to do her job.
By Olivia O'Shea5 years ago in Fiction
