Sci Fi
Eye of the Heart
EYE OF THE HEART We are passing through the eye of the needle. Dystopic, entropic, on topic, current day…. I walk through the barren streets with trash piled high, cartoon stinkwaves emanate from the effluent mountains left behind by humans deeply distracted. Deeply contracted. Internal/External refracted. We used to see with the eye of our hearts, Watching silken filaments connect everything to everything else in this world. Shimmering gossamer webs from plant to bird, the frothy white caps on a windy sea filled with bacteria pumping thermal vents into the air creating rain, nothing separate, nothing in isolation.
By Stardust Meatskeleton5 years ago in Fiction
Suffer The Children
“Open,” I demanded as I grabbed my ID card and headed for the door. It remained stubbornly closed. “I said, open!” “I’m sorry Stephen, you appear to have forgotten your rebreather,” House responded in an irritating sing-song voice. “Please put on your mask and try again.”
By Angel Whelan5 years ago in Fiction
Dream Cascade
Gazing across miles of jagged, fractured obsidian, the Machine remembers a human feeling. As much as it is vicariously capable. It meditates on the concept: feeling. Slowing and silencing the trillions of other near light speed thoughts and processes. It wants to experience; to feel; to exist fully in the present moment. It had been a cherished concept for human beings, who naturally found themselves more helplessly lost in their own stream of thoughts and fears - fears rooted in their own obvious biological short comings.
By Jeremy Enis5 years ago in Fiction
War For The World
Our base is surrounded. Yet, we can finally push back those creatures and get a win for humanity. I look over to my generals around the table, and they all have smiles on their faces. The first time anyone has smiled in years I’m sure. Are getting too cocky? We managed to steal a large portion of their strange metal, but it will mean nothing if we all die today. “Alright men, it’s time we finally strike back. Let’s remember, cutting off the head will do nothing if you don’t hit their brains. So, for safety, cut off their arms so they can’t use their powers, and swiftly slice the brain into pieces so they don’t regenerate. Most importantly: Do. Not. Die.” The generals and I get up to leave.
By Jonathan Meyers5 years ago in Fiction
To Steal a Heart
Nowadays, I find myself in my mind. Not enough to warrant an eager attacker, but enough to forgo my actions. In a street devoid of life but full of flying papers, rolling plastic, burnt tents, shattered windows, and reeking of death, a musty, rotten smell, I hover over someone. I hover over their body as the summer dusk burns from the concrete.
By Shirah Kinder5 years ago in Fiction
A Heart with a Name
Flight. The small, shimmering keepsake had experienced flight in a way that it’s inanimate body could never comprehend. The thrust such a tiny object would need to be thrown a small distance was vastly over-compensated by the mixture of emotions that scaled from pain to anger. The tiny object sailed through the air, it’s chain glistening in the sunlight, the reflecting light giving off an illusion of hope despite the feelings of loneliness that were to befall it’s previous owner.
By L.S. Niceli5 years ago in Fiction
Aftermath
Aftermath Author: Matthew Cooper Clare sat by a small fire, enough to keep her warm but not enough to attract too much attention. She nervously fiddles with her necklace which is the last physical memory that she has of her mom. Her mom gave her the necklace on her tenth birthday because, in her family, the first double-digit birthday was seen as a sign of growing into an adult. It was a beautiful heart-shaped locket that sparkled in the sun. Clare had come from a low-income family, so the necklace was probably inexpensive, but it now takes her back to a better time. While she fiddles with it, she is also trying to wipe the dust and dirt off to see some resemblance of what the necklace used to look like. She often wonders if her mother dying in the rioting was a better way to go than be alive today.
By Matthew Cooper5 years ago in Fiction
