Sci Fi
Who Is Who?
”Wake up, Liilii! Or you’re gonna sleep your life away.” Lilith slowly opens her eyes, temporarily blinded by the light shinning in through her bedroom window. As she raises up and sits on the edge of the bed, turning to her left and staring at her reflection in the mirror, she is overcome with a feeling of fatigue. Her mother, Athena, walks back to her room to see if she's awake. "Good afternoon, my little night owl. You plan on doing anything productive today?" Lilith with an annoyed look on her face replies, "I planned on fighting crime. With your permission, of course." "Great!" Exclaimed Athena, adding "you can start by helping your brother clean house. He seems to be Setti today, so it shouldn't go as bad." Lilith turns and looks at her mother, asking "so you're asking the hero to help clean up the world alongside the villain, who made the mess? That's not how it works, mom." Athena smiles as she turns to walk away, responding, "that's how it works in this world, my little hero. Or are you the villain?" Lilith turns back towards her reflection in the mirror, mumbling, "good question."
By Will House4 years ago in Fiction
The Owls Come Out at Night
2021 was the first full year of the coronavirus (COVID-19) pandemic. In the United States, total deaths went from 500,000 in January to 800,000 by year's end. Northern, liberal cities like New York stayed on lockdown. Southern, conservative states like Texas reopened first.
By Brandon Ford4 years ago in Fiction
The Repository
Elliott opens her eyes, squinting as the sunlight peaks through her curtains. It's another warm muggy day. She breathes out heavily and peers at her clock. It’s 5:58am. Two minutes left before her day begins. She smells coffee brewing and the comforting sound of her girlfriend, Rhein, humming a tune. THIS is home she thinks to herself. Her alarm hollers.
By Paris Yasmin4 years ago in Fiction
What's Beneath The Surface ?
Ch. 1 Financial Disaster is Imminent The US National Debt is completely out of control with no end in sight. Knowing that this will eventually end in a economic collapse , a movement begins to push a new gold standard to back the US dollar. After years of heated debates and mysterious murders of certain gold activists, within the government, the current president is sure of foul play and extreme manipulation in the deepest regions of the US financial markets. Now he has no choice but to force a true audit of the national gold reserve.
By Paul Guadagno4 years ago in Fiction
Burned Out
Another perfect day, a sky so aqua it approached neon in the 16:34:12 afternoon light. Direct rays from the sun were actually somewhat rare down in the Gamin Core. Today was no different, a series of reflections from the nearby buildings zig zagged the light all the way down almost a kilometer to reach street level. The scrappers were so monstrously tall that you had to be at the right place, or the right time to feel the rays of sunlight on your face. Not that I was happy about this perfect day. Normally the cloudless sky calmed me, helped me feel less penned in. Today I was working. Waiting in a borrowed Hazah, in the lead passenger position, my hands lie on the armrest, in a relaxed position, head comfortably forward, alert. Some Hazahs came with manual interface controls, but those could draw an onlooker’s suspicious glance. Where are you travelling that you need to find your own path? I wished to be invisible. The sun was toying with me attempting to cook me in my travel oven. It knew that if I sweat enough I would lose the dull invisible layer of Drux that coated my hands. A layer of super fine resin that covered my skin from the wrist up. Impossible to feel unless you really knew what my skin texture felt like. But if I sweat enough my fingerprints will come back through, I wouldn’t want that. So I turned on the Air control, as this was a heavily repaired older model Hazah. The air made a slight noise while it cooled me, gusting slowly through the cabin. All the while I watched the street. I was in a row of Hazahs, all parked on the righthand side of Dweal St. A busy area right downtown, the buildings overhead watching as people milled like ants following each other around both ends of the boulevard. I waited. My guy would be here soon. In the meantime I watched the fish. The large six story screens on the outsides of the Scrapers, these ones worked together to form a panorama of open ocean in the street. This helped keep Citizens from going stir crazy, feeling trapped.
By Ryan Wilkins4 years ago in Fiction
THE IMMORTAL SAVIOURS
It’s a cool Autumn night on an empty forest road. The howling of the wind through the trees overpowered by the booming sounds of blues music from Andy’s car, as he sits lifeless on his car’s bonnet. His thoughts are broken by the shrieking of a barn owl in a tree nearby, looking down at Andy as if mocking him. He tries to brush back his long dark hair and his fake gold watch becomes stuck. He rips the watch off in frustration and throws it towards the trees. He throws his head back, eyes closed as he lets out a deep sigh as if overwhelmed with sorrow. The sighs keep coming until the stresses on his face seem to be replaced with peace and determination. Without warning the shine from incredibly bright lights force him to cover his face!
By Marty Medrano4 years ago in Fiction
The Hollow Planet - part one
The sun peeking through her window cautioned Gwenn to get on schedule. She appreciated that she would be slightly late this morning, as it had become the norm for her on these troubled days. It was so much harder to be motivated anymore. Nevertheless, she, a tall, wiry, kid, gulped some orange juice, ate a bite off a bagel, then took up her backpack and left out the door. Gwenn was ready to challenge the world one more time.
By Charles Turner4 years ago in Fiction
