Sci Fi
Imprint Pt. I. Third Place in Doomsday Diary Challenge. Top Story - June 2021.
It all started as a way to connect - Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest - and then, Imprint. I can’t even remember the year; it just feels like it was always there. That’s how they want you to remember it anyway. The government wasted so much time. Their endless debates, chronic gaslighting and constant bickering never ceased. In the end, it all added up to inaction and fear, when they should have been figuring this out. But now, the aliens had control. No one pays attention to the government, the experts or the actual news anyway. They were all too busy following trash on social media, and making mindless videos.
By Sydney Chapman5 years ago in Fiction
The End
All it took was a single heart shaped locket; that was what ended the world. The ship had crashed in the middle of New York City. There was no denying what had happened. Extraterrestrials were real and they had come to Earth. That would have been enough to have scientists and the world in an uproar. The bodies themselves could only be identified by their bones, but what took it from madness to true insanity was the heart shaped locket. The one thing that had survived in a truly whole state clutched in tightly to one of the bodies. When it was found it wasn’t of some far off world. The two pictures inside were of a family very much on Earth, in a McDonald’s of all places. Extraterrestrials weren’t just visiting, they were living on Earth.
By Justin M McGranahan5 years ago in Fiction
Dust and Bones
Three bandits rode down the outskirts of an old, bombed out ghost town. The rumble of their combustion engines a symbol of their status and wealth. Petrol was a rare and precious resource and viewed as a rich mans commodity. Captain Richards wasn’t by any means a wealthy man, but he was inventive, adaptive and conditioned to life in the hard world.
By Riley Byrne5 years ago in Fiction
Retreat
“Pour vous?” “Whisky, s’il vous plaît." Nils was the barman and proprietor of the only inn in the village, but unfortunately the best days of Le Table were firmly behind it. The dusty wooden floors creaked underfoot and the rickety stool on which I perched was in dire need of repair. Propping myself up on the ancient mahogany bar seemed almost disrespectful given its age, far in advance of mine. I felt there the combined weight of all those elbows supporting weary arms without complaint, the heavy heads of despair and drunkenness, and the jubilant dancing feet of happier times.
By Andrew Rushby5 years ago in Fiction
From The Bunker to The Sky
"We’ll be out soon, little one.” The woman looked down at the tiny infant in her arms smiling warmly. Many generations had survived in the bunker. She was grateful hers would be the last. Nuclear war had ended life above ground, and radiation took away any possibility of that life until today. The bunkers filtration system was clocking the radiation at stable levels, meaning the air from outside was becoming clean.
By Michaela Mewherter5 years ago in Fiction
Marked
Walking beneath the black iron archway made Seffy shudder. The slim band of metal secured to her wrist bleeped, and a light flicked on. Green. So far, so good. The building in front of her was ugly. Only the illuminated cold blue light of the letters gave any real colour to the grey concrete. AMIC. The company that had saved the world. Or doomed it.
By Claire Stephen-Walker5 years ago in Fiction
The Replacement Core
“Core installation complete in 10…9…8…” From his seat in the corner of the room, the Director tensed. The Core Replacement Process, his technicians assured him, was so simple the Core could practically install itself. Still, the Director was anxious. His reputation rode on the success of this process. The entire nation relied on the computing power of the Core and had suffered greatly when the last one unexpectedly expired. The Director had personally overseen the expedited selection of a new Core, a move that had thrown him under harsh public scrutiny. He’d brushed off the dissenters, the angry protestors, knowing that once the system had come back to full power and the nation once again began to flourish, he would be lauded for his decisive actions.
By Kelsey Calise5 years ago in Fiction
Poor More Years
Begin notes: 27.01.2075, offline : It seems humans cared for the intent of natural selection after all. The creature comforts of sport, gambling, exuberant gatherings, incidental encounters or significant confrontations were too long absent and after the idea that initially I considered too far-fetched for anyone to take seriously – things finally became interesting.
By paul g huntingford5 years ago in Fiction
