Sci Fi
Paradisum
The wail of sirens and the hum of the drones hovering overhead made Helena run with more urgency. Her hair was flapping behind her as she sprinted blindly through the ruined remnants of the high-rise building, the crunch of glass and showers of dust accompanying her frantic footfalls. The rhythmic pounding of her dogged pursuers kept Helena moving forwards, even though her chest burned with the intensity of a thousand suns and she was becoming increasingly dizzy as fatigue began to set in. It was just pure adrenalin and instinct she had honed over a lifetime of living on the fridge of society that kept her going now.
By Ian Thornburrow-Dobson5 years ago in Fiction
Darl Gainsberry And The Last Hope For The Peet People
Darl Gainsberry looked at his heart-shaped locket, kissed it, clinched it, said a silent prayer to be reunited to his fiancé, and tucked it back under his shirt. If he want to get back home he will have to help the Peet people rid of the savage tribe and their evil wards who threaten the Peet’s very existence. The answer for him to go home and to defeat Peet’s enemies are the power crystals found deep in the planet. These crystals can be crafted into anything imaginable and provide power to accomplish much.
By Benjamin Marsh5 years ago in Fiction
Chance & Choice
Pablo was always awake before his alarm went off. It was a habit long burned into his mind; a side effect of when his wife worked night shifts and he didn’t want the alarm to wake her when he got up for work. Every morning, just before he rolled over, he wondered if she was still asleep.
By Spike Nesbit5 years ago in Fiction
The Bridger
“I am the Bridger. I keep the Bridge.” These are usually the first words anyone hears from me. They are in fact my essential truth. The Bridge is my home, my work, my life. I guard it. I maintain it. I manage it. Any threat to the Bridge, I deal with it. The Bridge is everything. Without me, the Bridge will fail. Without the Bridge, I would fail.
By Steven Test5 years ago in Fiction
A New World
Death. There’s not much life in this world anymore. I struggle to keep the life in this cave I reside in to stay. This world has hardly any food or water left, it's like one big desert. Life is dying every single hour. I haven’t seen any humans in a little over 9 years, just animals. Animals have slowly evolved into new creatures. Some would say the world was taken over by aliens, but I know the truth, I was there.
By Alijah Wrycza5 years ago in Fiction
Escape
The terminal screen gave off a faint glow. Generations of genetic engineering, and that glow was all I needed to see the whole room, though only in shades of grey. That barely mattered. The quarters weren't different from any others. I could have navigated it blind. A bed in the back left; a table, right of the door; some chairs; a dispensary unit built into the wall by the table and the terminal on the right-hand wall. Below the terminal was the body of Resident Judk. She'd been stabbed. Her species' internal fluids had leaked out and dried. The fluids gave off a sweet smell, almost like benzene gas. From behind me, Oues spoke. Their mandibles clicked intermittently.
By K. Rhen Hunt5 years ago in Fiction
Man Unkind
The end of the Holocene age didn’t happen overnight, it was a long torturous process that saw prolonged suffering for humanity and earths wildlife. As we all focused incessantly on leaving our mark on the planet so that future generations would eternalize us, none of us could see the horrific scars and irreversible damage we were actually creating until it was too late.
By Jamie D Morrison5 years ago in Fiction
Clock Record
January 6, 2121 My name is Gloria. I had found this diary not too long ago; around when the world was starting to end. At least it seems this way. I am the last of my family members... and one of the survivors out of eight individuals I have met on my travels to help in finding more. Along with this diary, I had also found tissue papers, a bar of soap, and a checkered hair ribbon- all things that may have belonged to a deceased young woman. The house was abandoned most likely a week ago as we ransacked for leftovers.
By Candis Ruiz5 years ago in Fiction
