Sci Fi

Respite
Abraham held the heart-shaped locket in his hand. He was certain it once had a vibrant color, but the mixture of time, dust, and bloodshed had long ago caused that shine to disappear. He didn’t open the locket that hung around his neck. He knew better than to do so without a reason. There was almost no time for sentiment in the new world, but even less time for it outside the walls of Respite. Still, sometimes, Abraham felt the need to hold the keepsake in his hand. He hadn’t opened it in ages.
By Timothy Morris5 years ago in Fiction
Only Happy Thoughts
When the product launched, everyone just took it for yet another cutesy gadget craze from Japan or maybe South Korea. Who else would come up with a heart-shaped light-up locket that monitors your biometric response as you explore the never-ending scroll, then automatically selects an emoticon that best represents your comment-reaction to any social post you happen to dwell upon.
By Folklore Futures5 years ago in Fiction
Alone and Hunted
Automatic electronic log of citizen Mar’Kayla-310322 I slump behind a boulder briefly to catch my breath. I don’t have long because the assassins will catch up.
By Aaron Thompson5 years ago in Fiction
A Father's Love
Blake sat safely in the living room of his inner house, or, at least what was his living room at one time, listening to the scraping sounds coming over the speakers from the outside monitors. He was crying, holding the silver heart-shaped locket his wife Devin had given him after Ashley was born, back before the “Cure” destroyed everything. He held it for a moment then opened it to look at the pictures he had crammed into it, then took it out to look at the strands of hair laced through it.
By George Jordan5 years ago in Fiction
The Happiest City on Earth!
The blinker on my wristband flashes red again signalling that I’m due for my monthly cleansing. Outside a car horn sounds, startling me from my thoughts. My daughter has come to pick me up to take me to the cleansing centre.
By joshua deacon5 years ago in Fiction
Dear Diary
"Dear Diary, It's been 282 days since the fallout. Jonny left yesterday morning to find food but he hasn't gotten back yet. I really hope he's okay. The raiders have been coming onto our side more and more. We're going to have to leave the city soon and try to build a farm or something. It's getting nearly impossible to find food. Teddy and Serena were found yesterday down by the bridge. Both of their throats had been slit. They were completely stripped! They even took Serena's heart-shaped locket! What the fuck did they need a locket for? Fucking idiots! There's got to be light at the end of the tunnel. Things are so bad here.
By Broderick McClendon5 years ago in Fiction
Department of Biological Integrity
Dear members of the District 4 Executive Council, I am writing today to express my anger at the handling of events that took place at Outpost 1 on January 7, 2143. It is clear there is an institutional rot in the Security Council that cannot be ignored. I have always trusted the Security Council to run the outposts autonomously, and their jurisdiction dictates these matters are firmly within their area of control. However, the events that took place and the handling of the situation afterwards clearly fall within my sphere of responsibility. Not only was I not informed of the events through any official channel, a week after the incident I was made aware via a debrief from an exclusion-zone patrol. As a member of the Executive Council, discovering District-critical information through back channels is unacceptable.
By Joe Lucas5 years ago in Fiction
Of Shackles Scorned
The sun drifted just above the entrance of the harbour, sending streams of light dancing across the calm waters below, dotted with the cargo ships arriving from distant Karne and the pleasure-craft that became so popular in the Fall season. Across this medley of deep blues and oranges the reflections of the sky-craft could be seen darting in all directions, as the swarm of corporate vessels and drones hurtled to landing parks across the city, or out of the boundaries destined for a distant hub. All of this made the harbour appear even more lively than it already would, the flat surface of the sea given an ever-shifting life of its own. In the distance, the short bursts of the sirens of a docking freighter could be heard. Akira was pulled out of her trance, peering out over the waters, by Boo’s gentle chastisements.
By Josiah Moore5 years ago in Fiction
Chimera
Diary Entry 7 January 2030 The Trade meeting went as expected. 3 Outcast groups altogether, our team "Beta-One" and two other groups, that named themselves, "Liberators" and the "Conchitas". The "Liberators", were a mixed team of 15 from our area about an hours drive, less if riding by motorbike. nice enough group of 5 men, 4 women, with 6 children aged between 6 months to 14 years. They had a good supply of fuel for the four-wheel drives and bikes which we traded a bountiful selection of our fresh fruit, vegetables and herbs. The teenagers loved Codys' trading cards which he had designed and drawn himself, making them original and tradeable between the outcast's younger members.
By Lynette5 years ago in Fiction
The Culling. Top Story - June 2021.
It all happened so fast that nobody had time to even realize what was happening. I've decided to write this all down in case something happens to me. Someone needs to tell this story, and anything could happen before I can pass it on.
By Jenna Curry5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart Shaped Locket
Vocal Writing Submission By James Alexander Palfi The Heart Shape Locket and the 2nd Coming The world in general is getting better. From the advent of the first two humans whether you believe in some form of creationism stories Adam or Eve or via evolution.
By James Palfi5 years ago in Fiction
Iron within a Rose
A lone tall figure toiled away in dimly lit area. Heavily covered from neck to the feet in a semi-bulky protective suit, with a clear glass helmet over the head, hunched over while tending to a row of plants. What was once a basement of the church ruins above, was now host to a variety of plant types that could grow in the colder weather inherent to the side of a mountain. Well placed, clear plastic sheeting affixed over the missing parts of the ground floor and sunken side of the basement wall kept the worst of the elements out, as well as enclosing the burgeoning crops.
By Michael Lewis5 years ago in Fiction