Sci Fi
A.A.G.M. Prologue
Prologue April 11, 2011 The earthquake vibrates the bullet train. Greg Sampson, a man who conceals his anger and nervousness just below the skin, tucks his briefcase between his legs and spins his chubby thumbs in circles. In the briefcase is a tiny, plastic container housing his most prized possession—a slice of Albert Einstein’s brain stem cerebellum. Greg acquired this piece from Thomas Harvey, who stole Einstein’s brain, nearly two decades ago.
By Melissa Shekinah4 years ago in Fiction
Is It Too Late?
Eli glanced around the empty helicopter before dropping his head into his hands. He hoped more of his friends would attend the Society meeting this year. They needed to work together right now. But it appeared they had given up. He traveled alone.
By Chloe Longstreet4 years ago in Fiction
A Soul, Bound to Steel
Hello there traveler! Take a seat by the fire and warm yourself. You are in the company of Finton Merrybrook, the greatest storyteller in all of D’veen! You may have heard about my tales upon the winds that carry them across this dying world.
By Bradley Ramsey4 years ago in Fiction
Which Will It Be
The decision did not surprise anyone. It was a sentence they would feel; the reason they packed themselves into the old sweaty court, on the wall to the peeling-oakwood-wall, the five hundred bodies holding the Clickers, pushing with one voice eagerly into their NutriShake feed.
By Anisha dahal4 years ago in Fiction
Where the Purple Grass Grows
There’s a planet on which no flowers bloom. How do I know this? Because I’ve seen it in my dreams. Every night for the past three weeks, I have seen it. There are strange trees with blue leaves, and the grass is purple, but those are the only visible vibrant colors. The bare ground and the mountains are gray. Even the water and clouds are gray.
By Julie Lacksonen4 years ago in Fiction
