Sci Fi
Treasure’s Gain
The world had been silenced for more than 30 years. The silence that had been brought on by the brutality men committed on one another. There was silence that was only broken in moments where others who had survived met in the brutality of the world as it was now. The long past world only seen in clips of the past. kept by those who truly cared about all the past had held. Photographs were one such rarity to possess. One photo was a wealth beyond reason. The fragility of this treasure made it such a rare prize some would die for it. The delicate beauty of a small child smiling in the sunshine frozen forever in time. This beauty would be a treasure no one would let slip through their fingers.
By Heather Westley5 years ago in Fiction
Awake
“Cyro-Companion” The words neatly labeled in front of me as I rumble and stir from defrosting. I cannot recall any memories, just general knowledge. I know my name, fragments of a partner who I cannot remember, and memories of events with no placement or meaning. The glass casing whizzes until a hydraulic door half opens, then halts in its process and fails. How long have I been here? I lower onto the floor where instantly my legs buckle, and my head hits the bottom of the half open Pod. Ouch! It might be a while until my legs feel ready to move. I didn’t realize the catheter until it tugged in an unfortunate way. I instinctively pull and grasp downward towards my crotch. It’s out, and I’m in a mess now.
By Jason Bond5 years ago in Fiction
Uncle to the New World
Everything went as predicted. The ice caps melted, Antarctica no longer had snow, permafrost thawed, and sea levels rose. Temperatures grew more extreme, as did the weather. The sixth extinction became an undisputable reality. Humanity clung on for a while with all their technology, but soon, they died too. So did their pets. Mostly.
By Kelsey Reich5 years ago in Fiction
Surviving in the Abyss
The cabin was cold, dark, and damp. I sat alone in a thick metal sphere crammed with computer monitors and caressed the heart-shaped locket on my necklace. As I sat alone, my mind wandered, and I thought about how far from home I was in the deep abyss. The computer screens, the only light source, compounded this feeling as they displayed the vast undersea landscape of the deep abyss.
By Chad Pillai5 years ago in Fiction
The Morning Shift
There was only a 5% chance the bite would turn me, according to Google. I readjusted the ice pack on my forearm and continued to scroll through the WCC website on my phone. The Walker Control Commission’s official guidelines stated that, though the chances of “conversion” were small, bite victims were nonetheless urged to isolate themselves for twenty-four hours after the walker attack and to contact their local WCC unit immediately if they began exhibiting symptoms of fever, dehydration or tremors.
By Petra Halbur5 years ago in Fiction
MEDUSA'S EYE
A threat to life can appear from anywhere, at any time! Unfortunately, this wasn't just a threat, but an attack on Earth in 2,394. The enemy that caused our near extinction departed long ago, at least that's what we thought. They took what precious resources they wanted and left a battered, desolate planet in its wake. At last count, some five billion humans and an untold number of interplanetary beings from our galactic federation were lost in the attack. Our weapons and forces were rendered useless against the power, speed and size of their attacking force.
By Robert Schmitz5 years ago in Fiction
Path Finder
My fingers tremble as I press a grime-covered thumbnail against the clasp to open her locket. Shuddering, the breath I hold escapes with a soft hiss from between my lips. The dim light flits across the dull, pounded-silver surface embossed with a dragonfly as the heart-shape pops open.
By BJ Whittington5 years ago in Fiction
