Sci Fi

Planet Mina
When the ship landed on the surface of the planet they knew that that was when real work began. It hadn’t been too long of a journey from the Celesta, the ship they called home, but the knowledge that they couldn’t contact the last people who had been sent to the planet didn’t do anything to assuage their fears of what they might find either.
By Glory Duda4 years ago in Fiction
Monster Behind the Wall
The rain fell with rhythmic cadence on the windows of the car. I waited for the door of her house to open. The yellow of the porch light cast long shadows over the old concrete driveway. Without that light, it was pitch black outside. I drummed my thumbs on the steering wheel as I waited. God, I could go for a cigarette right now, I thought. Two years off the stuff but it never got any easier.
By Annalisa Vivona4 years ago in Fiction
Space Apples: The Burden
While our heroes make their way to the following location, perhaps it will help to tell you about this "Burden" The Stranger cares for so much.
By Derrick Idleburg Jr.4 years ago in Fiction
Light Giver
The magistrate stood off to one side as the woman was guided in. She was a thin thing; were she a little bit younger she would be called gangly. Though she was well groomed now the magistrate could see the signs that this was not the case until recently. Every few minutes the woman ran a hand through her hair with a look of awe on her face.
By Megan Chadsey4 years ago in Fiction
what fish feel
“What happened?” When she asks me that, I honestly don’t know what to say. I suppose it all started fifteen years ago, back when I’d first been hired for the VESNA project and met my four teammates. Our first day, we’d been so awkward around each other that Angeal took us to a bar and spent a quarter of the initial grant money taking us back through our college years. Or their college years, at any rate; I was forty-six years old then, and when I’d been in college, the closest I’d ever gotten to drunk was the night I consumed a liter of my best friend’s “Death Wish” coffee and didn’t sleep for a week and hallucinated for two.
By Mehrina Asif4 years ago in Fiction
Death is Not The End
It always happened the same way. The scream tore up and out of me like lava bursting from a dormant volcano, leaving my trachea raw and painful as I struggled to comprehend my predicament. The darkness was all consuming. It was not the black that comes with nighttime, but the nothingness that overwhelms a person when they are enclosed within six walls. The memory of my own cry reverberated through my chest as I realized the ringing in my ears. The seconds ticked by, the ringing subsided, and I heard my own breath, I noticed the subtle creak of wood around me, I recognized the sound of the earth shifting slightly above my body, the worms crawling in and the worms crawling out. My inhalations became ragged as my mind slowly remembered the truth of my existence. I forced a sigh and started the process of digging out of my own grave.
By Sam4 years ago in Fiction
Everybody Has Them
by: Dennis R. Humphreys The city was different when I was born there years ago. People that lived there didn't have money, like my family, and usually they didn't have cars. You took the bus to work and walked to the small grocery store on the corner. Kids walked to school. Everyone knew each other and although crime was there, it hadn't become an institution yet, you could walk the streets at night and be relatively safe. Kids weren't kidnapped and the perverted people that prayed on them seemed to stay indoors, keeping their perversions to themselves.
By Dennis Humphreys4 years ago in Fiction
Field Test
Commander Garroskin stood atop the battlements, if the blocky assemblage of ferrocrete could even be called such, and surveyed the battlefield through his binoculars. Lines of trenches surrounded the central bastion, all of them manned by regiments of the guard. Several artillery batteries were in place as well, their heavy barrels pointed out in all directions. In the distance their armor rolled with a rumbling, clanking tread that shook the ground. Huge iron hedgehogs were embedded with their spines facing outward in a haphazard pattern that made them nearly impossible to navigate, and hidden within their shadow were caltrops with hooks to prevent them being torn out once they’d sunk in. Though it was hard to see, he knew there were stretches of razor wire, along with carefully concealed landmines just waiting for an unwary step. Outpost Avernus would be a tough nut to crack, but as an explosion lit the sky and the vox crackled to life he knew the enemy was about to try.
By Neal Litherland4 years ago in Fiction
RUPTURE 2121
I pictured this more as being a Graphic Novel but I have absolutely no talent for drawing. I feel like it's a good story and I can see the pieces so clearly in my mind but have no other avenue to get them out of my head other than words. Typing out all the excruciating details in the hopes that I can paint the same picture in your mind with my words.
By Quinten Larsen4 years ago in Fiction
The Pantheon Project
On the continent that would one day be known as Australia in the year 1000 ad. Hero and Hachiman faced each other in the first contest. Communicating with comm spheres for over two years setting up the rules. Very few were in attendance on the first day among those were the other six Shinto gods along to cheer on their pantheon's guardian, along with Babalu an African god of healing, Seshat and Eddie. Barrels filled with wooden weapons sat around a table with a bowl full of wooden tokens. The arena is a raised wooden platform only four or five feet off the ground.
By E.B. Ray4 years ago in Fiction
New Bloom
Sitting on a cold rock with my hands pressed into my drenched face. The morning breeze is chilling as dawn approaches. I lift my head slightly upward, my eyes now peeking over the tips of my chilled fingers. In the distance, an exquisitely large barn owl glided past the setting moon, like the whisper of a ghost lightly making its presence known.
By Vanessa Caley4 years ago in Fiction
War Babies Pt. 3
Chapter 3 Walt was there promptly at eight as usual, I answered the door when he rang and he was surprised that I was the one opening it up for him to enter. “Wow, He exclaimed, “You seem to be having a good day today.” Then he got a look on his face like I was going to shoot back with one of my usual snide comments. “Nope, feeling pretty good the last couple of days. Must be the new meds and my little garden I have now. I have something to keep me busy.” I said. He looked relieved like my father did earlier. I kept reminding myself to not go overboard, just stay positive and let things flow smoothly. I did all the work I was given and playfully complained about how hard it was. Walt looked like I had become a different kid than he was used to. He was still cautious with me, trying not to set me off. I think I have this handled, and the afterthought of don’t you always? I knew this was a game that I had played before, only this time, I’d win. If I kept on track and not overdo it, they would buy whatever I was doing. There was a sense of accomplishment when Walt left. He and mom talked for a bit at the front door. I knew it was about me and my new attitude. Mom had a weird schedule, working odd hours as she was needed and sometimes taking small trips for business. That’s when I was kept in my room most of the time. Dad wasn’t sure of how to handle me and kept the phone on him at all times when she was gone. He’s the one who usually called Dr. Caltin and had them come get me. I think he was afraid of me. Maybe I had done something to make him this way. I don’t really remember the last five years since the accident. I have vague memories of throwing things, pulling my own hair out, starting fires and hitting people. My most prominent memories are of being in the ward. The same room it seemed every time I was admitted. The same staff, even though that had to be impossible, we had moved three times since then. I had to just be paranoid right? The thought still remained, even though I knew it wasn’t possible. I mean, why would they move with us? I wasn’t the president's kid, with their own medical team. It had to be paranoia, it had to be.
By Mysticpyrate4 years ago in Fiction