Sci Fi
The Man-Made Rapture
The moon never came. The sun remained high in the sky in all its glory, all it’s fiery glory. It’s rays beat down on the Earth like the flaming swords of angels, scorching the land it once nurtured. No trees for the birds to sing in, no seas for the fish to swim, no wind, no rain, only sun. They lost all track of the days, months, years, time and for many even their minds. Ever since the day it had gone, the yin to the suns yang; all balance had been broken. The only thing the people of Earth knew was hell and that those responsible were away in the sky, somewhere out behind the blinding light. Heaven? Perhaps, they once called it Mars but to its new inhabitants it was home. To those who remained, it was irrelevant they knew where they were. No God did this, this was the work of man, the corrupt stink of humankind was all over it and only the innocent knew its stench.
By Loyd Moody 5 years ago in Fiction
Twilight in the Wasteland
The wind whipped around Tozul and he pulled his hood tighter around his mask to keep the dust from his eyes, nose and mouth. The local star was doing its best to pierce the dark cloud cover, but it was never more than a pale twilight on a good day, and mostly darkness the rest of the time.
By James Campbell5 years ago in Fiction
CYCLE
Humanity lost the ability of childbearing, a gift granted to all life on this planet. Cursed with eternal reincarnation, we roam the world in different shells. Those who died returned, emerging from random bodies of water. Always the age of ten, and always as someone else. With memories still intact, we continue to live life with infinite second chances.
By A. W. Knowland5 years ago in Fiction
As The Earth Dies
“Get up!” some one shouted in the distance, “If you don’t get up, I swear to god I’ll leave your sorry can to the deadlings!”. No, the voice was coming from close by. I opened my eyes, wondering how I ended up on the ground. My whole body pulsed as if to say yes. All except for my left arm, it seemed to be fine. My patrol squad were firing at some unseen target. “For the love of all that’s left, GET UP!!”. I hurt so badly, I didn’t think I could blink, let alone stand.
By Lee Garber5 years ago in Fiction
Where the Ashes turn to Snow
Where the ashes turn to snow, he whispered to himself. The mechanic watched the great red line of soldiers march off into the distance, far from the colony’s protective field. He said that he needed help packing their mule, that he would need it fully charged, and that he must leave.
By Brett Bracalenti5 years ago in Fiction
A metal heart, much like my own
"It's not right, y'know!" The synth's head slowly moves up, looking away from the countertop he was stationed behind and in the process of wiping down for the fifteenth time since the marketplace had opened that morning. Standing on the other side was a man- A human, specifically, and not a particularly healthy one either from what he could gather- assuming his scanning equipment wasn't acting up again.
By Maxwell kattermann5 years ago in Fiction
Living?
We are being watched. Privacy is a laughable thought because we are always watched. If you want to be a part of modern civilization, you will accept this fact. With the use of cameras, GPS and microphones in smart watches, phones and smart glasses\H.U.D’s, there is never a time that you are not being listened to or when your location is unknown. The truly maddening part is that we not only allowed this to happen, we made it happen. People were worried about being tracked with microchips implanted under their skin but then chose to carry them in their devices without a second thought.
By L. A. McCullough5 years ago in Fiction
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
