Sci Fi
The Monster of Cameron Lake
The sky had finally gone dark, the sun having passed the steep mountains surrounding the lake long ago. We had the fire going since four in the afternoon, the autumn air already creeping through our coats, no match for the coming Canadian winter; even if we were on the coast.
By Joanna Lynne4 years ago in Fiction
The Ocean Unseen
The inhabitants of Detriti had always held a certain romantic fixation with the gloomy shell of dense ice that defined the upper limits of their world. Ahine was not unusual in this regard, except perhaps for the depths of her obsession. As a child, she joined with many others in their gleeful attempts to break through the barrier, digging at the dark surface with broken harpoon points, old hand drills and jagged shards of flint. It was a ritual of sorts, a tradition going back a hundred generations to the earliest Detritan explorers and mythmakers. There was something primeval about it, a connection to the planetary heritage that drew Ahine back even after she deduced that the effort was futile. And when she finally set aside those childish implements for good, she did not turn her thoughts back inward as most of the others did. Rather, her own fascination only became more intellectual.
By Andrew Johnston4 years ago in Fiction
Thaw Creatures
Introduction Living Conditions It is the year 2097 and almost 73% of the Polar Ice Caps have melted since the completion of "The Vast Shift". In 2032 the Earth's axis completely switched polarities and melted the glaciers. Most of what is the northern part of North America is at the North pole and under what is remaining of ice. The sun moved closer to the Earth and humans are unable to live above ground. They can soak up the suns energy and grow food in the shade, but if a living being were to step into the direct sun, they would receive major fourth-degree burns.
By Angela Gerber4 years ago in Fiction
Bar None
You always knew you were back when the neon washed over you. It was like cool water-- pinks and sky blues and greens, smoky streaks of color. An atmosphere so charged, so familiar, you couldn’t help but remember. Place always smelled the same, too. Like piss and beer. And there he was behind the bar, with a rag in his hands, polishing a glass. Or leaning over the counter, giving someone his ear. Same solemn expression. Once in a while he’d flash a grin, but these were rare occasions, little cracks in the facade. Which was not to say he was emotionless. You just had to know how to read him.
By M. S. Bird4 years ago in Fiction
In the Beginning, There was Bliss...
Once upon a moment in Eternity, there existed those known as the Eternal Sons and Daughters of Brilliant Light. They dwelt together on the Mountains of Bliss in the Level 7 Heavens. Also known as “the gods,” their bodies were made of pure Light. Even though Goldensphere was their home space, they could reach any area of the Spirit Realm, any node of thought form experience, at the speed of thought. They shared unlimited access to Universal Omniscient Mind where all knowledge existed. The Light shone magnificently in their space, and each of their unique spirit personalities magnified the Light even more. They often gathered together on the verdant hills of the Mountains of Bliss to share wonderful ideas with each other through communion of their spirits.
By Roxann Drake4 years ago in Fiction
Arnie in Seattle
Arnie Rowland's Journal April 8th: Six days after crossing the border. Canada is a lot meaner than you’d expect. The day started the same way the last few days have been. A knock on the front door right at 8:00 A.M. sharp. Two knocks and they came in, three Canadian soldiers with a cart with nothing but two glasses and two plates, juice and bagels for breakfast again, five days in a row. They gave us the usual fifteen minutes to eat before they would take us and question us for hours on end about nothing in particular. We figured out that no matter how much we ate we had fifteen minutes. I ate, went to the bathroom and got ready to be taken away. I stood in front of the soldiers waiting for their timer to go off and have them escort me away. As soon as the timer went off one of the soldiers lunged forward and punched me in the face, the shock and the force knocked me to the ground, Beka immediately started screaming
By Jared Laws4 years ago in Fiction
High Violet
There is a cabin in a rainy meadow, bisected by a rocky stream. The meadow is surrounded by firs, maples and cedars, whispering and creaking as the wind tugs at them. The skies are gray and voluminous, a confused tangle of textures and shapes. What would, on a sunny day, be a palette of bright greens, browns, reds, is transmuted by the rain into a somber range of navy and maroon, cobalt and pewter. It has silenced the birds and insects, and aside from the steady drone of the downpour, there is only the periodic thwack of a splitting maul striking wood, and the thud of logs tumbling into piles.
By M. S. Bird4 years ago in Fiction
The Waters of the Past
How long have I been here? Hours? Days? Time has always been…relative to me. Now it feels as if I’ve lost all sense of it entirely. Here in this room, these metal walls, time takes a different meaning. Seconds, hours, days, months; these simple concepts evaporate into thin air within these cold walls. Time is warped, transformed from words into questions. Time for Question 1; time for Question 2; 3,4, so on and so forth. And like any reliable clock, time inevitably resets itself with the repeat of the same questions. Why do they ask the same questions? Do they think my story will be any different? Do they think that if I give the same answers enough times, I’ll feel regret about what I’ve done? I only ever had one goal: to improve the health and living conditions of the forgotten and unfortunate. Why should I regret that?
By Maseo Jones4 years ago in Fiction
Humans 2.0
I woke up in a cold, steel ‘coffin’. I later found out this was not unusual, but at the time, there was nothing more frightening than waking up in a sealed container with no chance of escape, just waiting and hoping that someone will take you out of it.
By Mariya Barakova4 years ago in Fiction
