Sci Fi
The Artifact
August handled the artifact carefully. It was ancient, delicate and cool to the touch. She had been drawn to this particular piece for reasons unknown, and she thought about it day and night since the first moment she saw it. She instinctively knew it was somehow a precious commodity indicative of her ancestor’s proclivity toward an elusive emotion they used to refer to as love. She had read about love in the old, wood-pulp artifacts, had wondered about love from time to time, but had never felt love, of course. She had a curious nature toward the intangible, which made her good at her assignment. She explored each item she encountered with fresh, inquisitive eyes and had been able to assess the value of many items that others would have cast aside as something ancient humans referred to as junk.
By Michele A. Hubbs5 years ago in Fiction
The City is Mine
I picked up a piece of metal from the ground and examined it. It came from an old car, long forgotten. I thought it might have been bright red once, but now it was riddled with rust and holes so I couldn’t be sure of its original color. I tossed the metal into the woven sack in my other hand. It clanged loudly with the rest of the junk in the bag, sending echoes around the crater to my right. I glanced around and I let out a short puff of air when no one appeared. I was still alone. I rolled my eyes at my stupidity as I picked up another scrap of metal and gently placed it in the bag.
By Annalisa Vivona5 years ago in Fiction
Soulmates
The object had two components: a long thin chain attached at both ends to a geometrically shaped thing around the size of her thumb. It was made of metal, but Lana wasn’t certain what kind. Of course, finding that out was the whole point of her job. She took it to the metals station and began the usual tests.
By Rachel Lee5 years ago in Fiction
Verago
“It will all be over soon,” my brother Roan assures me, giving my hand a squeeze. I do my best to give him a convincing smile in response, but the truth is, my heart is beating in my chest, slamming against my rib cage like it’s ready to escape. And my heart isn’t the only thing that feels claustrophobic, I realize as I scan the rest of the dining hall. Although this facility is all that I’ve ever known, the prospect of leaving here for something else, anything else, fills me with a yearning that makes me want to claw at the white walls surrounding us.
By Kora Greenwood5 years ago in Fiction
The Foundation
I didn't know it, when I first stepped off the neglected dirt pathway, through the rickety old gate, and into the overgrown garden, but I was stepping back in time. I was entering a world where love had lived, where love had pushed through the hard surface of a resistant heart and change the structure of a universe.
By Kristena Mears5 years ago in Fiction
Destruction
I gasped for breath; in the darkness I could barely make out the edges of the rubble crushing down on my chest. I could feel the warm streams of blood running across my face. Every breath was labored, and I could feel the dust biting into my throat with every inhale. I wanted to cough but I could not the rubble was so heavy against me. As my other senses started to work, I could hear the sharp screams in the distance cutting through the rubble, energy weapons firing and crackling amidst the dwindling screams. The only thing I could think about was how I needed to survive not only for myself, but for my parents. I struggled to lift my head from the sharp stone beneath me only to glance down at my palm, in the dim light I could barely make out the heart shaped locket my father had left in my hands only moments before they came. I found myself trying so hard to move but I could not, the rubble pushed deeper into my stomach as I tried to wiggle out of it, I could feel it biting deeper into my body. With every movement the rubble was crushing me along with my hope to escape.
By Liz Yournameisntliz5 years ago in Fiction
Sandman
Sandy watched a fly banging into the window beside him, creating tiny gong music with its small stupid head. Do flies have heads? The whole body is sort of a head. How would one behead a fly? Fucker will give himself a concussion. Might see the real world, for once. Real as a fly sees it. Mosaic of ommatidia.
By Gerard Robertson5 years ago in Fiction
Forever?
Adam closed the door, blocking the late afternoon sun and snooping robots. The study his only refuge in a world of constant surveillance. A scale model of the photon plant he managed for fifty years sat on a desk in the middle of the room. His latest project to combat the boredom of semi-retirement.
By Michael Grigg5 years ago in Fiction
Appoca-probs
Is it not strange how beautiful something terrible can be? Levi could not help seeing the beauty in it all as he sprawled out on a lounger perched upon the edge of a roof. For those who think nobody could relax in times like these, they had never met Levi. So relaxed was he that, if it was not for the rumble of the Earth shaking his sunglasses down his nose, he would have drifted to sleep. Instead his eyes drifted over the cracked uneven ground, the sun slowly roasting his skin. It felt Impossible how quickly everything had changed.
By Richard Farmery5 years ago in Fiction
