Sci Fi
Who is Mr. Anderson?
(Don't forget to Check out Part I and Part II before reading) Just when Amir thought things were getting back to normal his phone went off. It was strange that the number that appeared started with 999 area code, he did not believe he knew which location had such a number! He quickly decided to decline considering that he felt he had handled enough strangeness for a Tuesday morning before breakfast!
By Elijah Davis4 years ago in Fiction
Two Days Until Work
Friday Afternoon I anxiously waited for my loved one to come home from his long day of work. Truth be told, I was not looking forward to this moment of the day, or more precisely, this moment of the week. Today was Friday, and we were to spend the weekend together.
By BPDCupcake4 years ago in Fiction
The Sun Seeker- Pt 4
It began to rain lightly as evening settled, which Sehkma said was a good omen. Hash put out the banner announcing the telling hour, and Jes helped clear the courtyard and set cushions and tables about; close enough to enjoy the telling, but away from the damp drizzle trying to fight through the leaves above.
By Anna Kringle4 years ago in Fiction
Rifle Dave's American, Local, Patriotic, Homestyle, Coffee Express
It had been a lonely summer for Byron. First civilian rocket to the moon colony, and Henrietta was gone. Byron didn’t even know she’d been able to get a ticket. Her parents were rich, yes, but not ticket rich. She chose not to explain herself, leaving without so much as tagging him in a breakup meme, but all Byron could imagine, the only possibility, was that Henrietta had found herself as a Plus One. Ticket-rich people didn’t give out their Plus Ones without good reason, and certainly not to platonic strangers, so it was all Byron could do to reign in his imagination, convincing himself (unsuccessfully, evidence considered) that she hadn’t gone poly behind his back, for who knows how long, with who knows how many secondary, gamma, e-motional, and one-night partners.
By Daniel Cohen4 years ago in Fiction
Slipping Time. Top Story - February 2022.
I slipped on the wet pavement. I got to my feet and soon discovered it was five hours earlier. This was not the first time this had happened -- I knew all the signs. My phone was not broken, it was really five hours earlier. The newspaper on the ground confirmed it. The paper was bone dry, even though it had been raining cats and dogs, or big sloppy drops, anyway, where I had just been, right here, a split second ago.
By Paul Levinson4 years ago in Fiction
Spoonerism
Killick’s skin was the color of ecru. The line outside the club extended around the block. Icy blasts of wind licked up from the Newark, Delaware sky that Sunday evening. He was with his date, Dala, who was as dark as a sunberry. The stark contrast made it seem like night and day had become personified. They were finally at the front of the line.
By Skyler Saunders4 years ago in Fiction
And Then, Everybody Died!
And then, everybody died! Yeah, I know, a horribly way to start a story, but that’s way it actually happened. Everyone died. Okay, that’s not entirely true, “Everybody” didn’t die, but so many people did, that it really did feel like everybody. Seriously, 90% of the planet simply died one day, and no one seemed to know or understand why. At first, we all thought that they were going to come back as zombies like they do in the movies, only that didn’t happen either. On some level, that would have been preferable to what did happen.
By Robert J Sodaro4 years ago in Fiction
Butterfly on a wall
A spectacular view unfolded before Trichork. From the viewscreen of his ship, he saw an impressive kaleidoscope of colors that danced and swirled around his vessel, creating a protective bubble. It wasn't his first encounter with those rather spectacular fireworks and certainly not the last; it happened every time his ship decelerated from hyperspace to outer space.
By Valerie Racine4 years ago in Fiction
