Sci Fi

The Cold Fusion Generator
Three mad scientists had been working non-stop to try to find a solution to put an end to the peak oil and energy shortage issues. The problem was getting worse by the day, and it seemed like they were running out of time. If they couldn't find an answer soon, their entire organization would collapse under its own weight. They need energy to keep things rolling, and they need it now more than ever before.
By fery14 years ago in Fiction
The Owl, the Fog, and the Village
It was the perfect night to drive out of the city and into the wilderness . The moon was high and I thought for certain I would be able to take some great pictures. I grabbed my camera and packed a quick snack and took off for the Everglades. The drive was a little longer than usual as I wanted to explore a new spot that I heard had a lot of wildlife. Once there I pulled over on headed out on a trail.
By Laura Cottone4 years ago in Fiction
The Invisible Touch
She recoiled like a mamba. Her skin turned dark and enveloped her whole body. Listy Lowell’s flaxen braids became kinky deep dark brown strands. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Her blue eyes turned hazel.
By Skyler Saunders4 years ago in Fiction
Dear One
I jolted awake. My body was alert and tense. Streams of sweat raced down my back, pooling on a cold metal surface beneath me. My mind lagged trying to grasp my surroundings. On the edge of my consciousness I felt a presence patiently waiting, but right now my main concern was catching my breath. I focused on summoning air from deep inside my diaphragm and drawing it up towards the top of my head. This was the only technique that could, and had, broken the spell of sleep paralysis, which I have endured countless times before.
By Olivia Hamel4 years ago in Fiction
Maiden Voyage of the Tytonidae
9 August 1886 My Dearest Arabella, As I write, my mind drifts to the night we met, how we danced as if we had known each other all our lives. I had never danced so well before, nor have I danced so well since. We slipped away from the dance and sat together, under the full moon, just holding each other and chatting about everything and nothing. When I tried to kiss you, your refusal was so impossibly kind.
By David Brumbaugh4 years ago in Fiction
The Verdant Tower
Day 2 The girl grasped at the ledge as she fell, debris slithered from under her feet and cascaded into the lush glittering depths below. The edge was sheared and sharp, a ruptured steel composite. But it was weathered and pitted like stone that had worn the veil of millennia of rainfall. It had been softened enough to make for a narrowly adequate handhold. Her grip was slipping. She considered just letting go. Her memory was still fuzzy. She couldn’t recall how she had ended up here, what she had left behind, or even who she was. Like she had blinked into existence. She questioned what she was fighting for since she woke, bare and empty like the day she was born.
By JN4 years ago in Fiction
Stolen
Stolen Twenty-seven is just too old to be a student, “wait, what, is he talking to me, or do I have it all wrong,” she thought? He twiddled the back of his hair as he continued to release his persistent side grin. Her heart pounded and she halted, “what.” Confused, perplexed, and in disbelief, the complete opposite of what she had come to know. Teachers didn't do that, school was a safe place, a place for peace, a place for learning, a place where all walks of life joined together in the pursuit of profound enlightenment. “Am I Trippin, or did he just rub up against me?”
By April Chavez4 years ago in Fiction
The Last Ark
A dim light began to slowly fill the tight-enclosed space of the shuttle, building over time to rouse its sole human inhabitant.
By Peter Christian McCord4 years ago in Fiction
Ecosystem Reignited
"Everything and anything", they said. "That’s not very scientific", we said. But the first rule of science is to be upfront about what you don’t know.
By James McCulloch4 years ago in Fiction
A Brief History of the Next 500 Years
In August 2025, an elderly Russian woman suffering from severe lung disease woke up one night to a strange sight. Later reports would be highly conflicting, but most historians agreed that she had awoken in her room, engulfed in a bright white light.
By Brian Loo Soon Hua4 years ago in Fiction
Undetected
Things have been real crazy this past year on this planet here that we call earth. People have gone crazy having to always stay in quarantine in their homes. That really messes with the minds of people, even mine. About a year ago what I call the zombie apocalypse happened. Now people were not actually eating people brains, but it was driving everybody insane. It is a virus that is contagious and, the symptoms were like symptoms from if somebody smoked wet. Also known as Angel Dust. The actual name of the virus was Mad Man. Oh my god, it really made man, woman, boy and girl go mad. Sometimes the person would just look crazy and most of them would take their clothes off so that they would be naked. But the worst ones would attack you if you did not kill them, and if when you killed them, and some of their blood would get into your blood stream, then now, you are going mad to. I have witnessed so many killings. I feel so many diverse types of feelings when I think about everything I have witnessed and encountered over this past year or so. I feel sad, I feel mad, I feel horrified, and terribly disturbed. If life were to ever go back to how it was, I would be very, incredibly surprised. Last night I had to knock some girls head off her shoulders with a shovel because she wouldn’t stop trying to attack me.” Shakes head sadly. “That really messed me up because she had to be no older than sixteen, maybe seventeen, and yes it was a girl. I feel terrible for laying my hands on a female, but I am trying to live. I constantly remind myself that these people are no longer human, to these people I am prey, so I will kill when necessary. “
By Venesha Owen4 years ago in Fiction
So Quick
Her stomach didn’t hurt anymore. Maybe her head was even beginning to clear. She blinked, tried to focus on anything nearby. Was that a fluttering of wings she was hearing, perhaps an owl was swooping down to say hello—like the ones so often seen in the barn they would meet in after school…why wasn’t she in school—but it hurt too much to focus, and the fluttering was gone anyway. She closed her eyes back tight, and hoped that might make things better.
By Jonathan L. Rutan4 years ago in Fiction