Sci Fi

I'll Sell It In The Morning
They told me I have the right face. Approachable, but not overly-friendly. Familiar, but not memorable. Non-threatening. And in this line of work that’s important.
By Sam McLean5 years ago in Fiction
Is This Entity a Monster?
Can this entity feel? I don’t think a single day has gone by since those words haven’t echoed in my mind. It’s the singular phrase that started a revolution and the exact point where humanity’s end began.
By Cooper Lavallée-Roberts5 years ago in Fiction
Murky Fate
The fate of anyone facing their last moments is to watch the events that made them. As I embrace my imminent demise, I think back on my short existence on this planet- heart shaped locket clutched in my hands. The locket I refused to give up, the small trinket that set me free, the gift that ensured my execution.
By Jessica Williams 5 years ago in Fiction
The Pact
I awaken before the ring of the first alarm. Somehow, I always know when it will go off and rouse just moments before. I hate that sound. 6 a.m. ”Rise and shine”, my mother used to say. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed.
By Wendy Macario5 years ago in Fiction
Seeds
SEEDS By Carolyn Royce “Quick”, come with me! the voice was friendly but rushed. She discretely hooked arms with the seemingly intended captive.
By Carolyn Royce5 years ago in Fiction
The Earth Princess
In the mauve and metal city, suspended in the black recess of space, a lone figure sits tucked away in a tiny room on the edge of the floating colossus. The room, manufactured in steel but draped in reds and browns and greens, is warmed in a scale called Fahrenheit to a temperature alien to the city-dwellers. It is here where the fate of an obsolescent race – once rulers of a bygone planet – remains safely in stasis, but it is here, too, where its fate is eventual.
By Calvin Rose5 years ago in Fiction
The Doctor's Paradox
Before the hospital’s staff could administer anaesthetic to the screaming patient they had to confirm his contract would cover the cost, so when the doctor entered the room the patient had only been strapped down to the table in order to stifle his thrashing. The straps dug into his papery skin, blood oozing from his ripped flesh.
By Littlewit Philips5 years ago in Fiction
The Map of the Lost
There was a lone figure standing on the roof top of a decrepit building. It was the only one in sight. The entire world looked grey, filled with dust and ash. The rubble from the other skyscrapers stretched as far as the eye could see, at least, hers. Desiree, at least that's what she thought her name was, looked out at all the destruction and felt very alone.
By Karina Ruiz5 years ago in Fiction
World War J
My name is James Luke Watson. Born in Oxford on 3rd March 2029. Son of the late Jimmy and Joanne Watson. I have one brother, Joseph. I am unaware of his exact location and status, but I am certain he is safe. If I could make it this far without them setting upon me then, without doubt, he would have made it as well. Probably faster too.
By Philip Krafft5 years ago in Fiction
Colour
Colour. It’s what draws her to it, her hands digging through the dust to reach it before it disappears again. Colour.
By Carly Gibbs5 years ago in Fiction
Too Dark Without It
Mothram turned the locket in his fingers and thought about the lyrics to an old song from the twentieth century he had heard one time while working in the archives.
By Drew Kizer5 years ago in Fiction
The Spy
Slowly, she began to regain consciousness. She opened her eyes slightly and was blinded by the brilliant lights in the room. She squinted and tried to move her arm to block out some of the light, but her arm wouldn’t respond. In fact, she couldn’t feel anything below her collarbones. It wasn’t that she was restrained, but rather that she simply didn’t have a body. How could that be? She was awake, and her eyes obviously worked, but why didn’t the rest of her.
By Christopher Schalk5 years ago in Fiction