Sci Fi

Station #9
Pandora Medical Log - Emergency Doctor Reginald Patients are becoming infected at an increased rate. The transmission seems to have doubled from R-2 to R-4, more research will be needed to discover if this is the case. The method of transmission remains unclear, although blood is the most likely method.
By Lucy Richardson4 years ago in Fiction
Red Dust
It’s night, somewhere on Mars, and a transaction is about to take place. It’s a pretty big deal, if everything goes to plan. But if something goes wrong, someone will need to take the fall.
By Matt Tanner4 years ago in Fiction
The Mariana Landing
I can’t ever sleep on a drop, but Teddy can. He’s snoozing already, his company jacket wadded up between his head and the thick plane of glass that separates us from the dark sea. He’s managed to drift off with his name tag pressed against his cheekbone, and he snores softly as occasional bits of bioluminescence flicker past the window. His mom doesn’t like that he goes by Teddy, but it fits him so much better than his real name. I can’t imagine addressing that mess of curls and freckles as Theodore.
By Liv Savell4 years ago in Fiction
Soul Stone
“Hey Scott,” Brian said inquisitively. “Why does Neil have a missing person’s poster on this post here?” Scott turned away from the door to look at the poster. “That’s a friend of his. He went missing last year. He’s never been found.” Scott said, as he turned back to the door and knocked again. “He’s not here.” Scott got his phone from his jacket pocket, “It’s 3:05. He said to meet him here at 3:00, he won’t be long. Let’s sit down.” Scott said, pointing to some empty chairs on the porch.
By Jason Wokna4 years ago in Fiction
Soul Stone
“Hey Scott,” Brian said inquisitively. “Why does Neil have a missing person’s poster on this post here?” Scott turned away from the door to look at the poster. “That’s a friend of his. He went missing last year. He’s never been found.” Scott said, as he turned back to the door and knocked again. “He’s not here.” Scott got his phone from his jacket pocket, “It’s 3:05. He said to meet him here at 3:00, he won’t be long. Let’s sit down.” Scott said, pointing to some empty chairs on the porch.
By Jason Wokna4 years ago in Fiction
Falling
I don’t like falling. I can’t imagine that anyone really does. In a lot of instances your stomach jumps up into your throat, your brain panics, making you flail around like an idiot, and then you always – 100 percent without a doubt –hit the ground. Or the floor, or some hard surface. And that hurts. But what I’ve always wondered, not actively mind you, but just a question always flickering at the back of my brain – is falling terrible because of the impact at the end, or because of the buildup? The drum roll beforehand. It’s puzzling. But at the end of the day, gravity’s a bitch.
By Megan Martin4 years ago in Fiction
Respira...My First Book Attempt
For the reader: No reports on life outside of Respira are allowed, though it is known that life exists on other planets within their galaxy of Circinus.
By Cait Patel4 years ago in Fiction
The RuiNin
ruiNin / ˈruːɪniːn / noun 1. Augmented samurai whose cybernetics have fallen into disrepair but have not yet completely failed.
By Made in DNA4 years ago in Fiction
Zimmer frame
When the Aliens had first landed, the leaders of every nation tried to negotiate peace with them. The Aliens ignored every attempt at communication and answered by destroying every nations Capitol City and seat of power.
By EM Green4 years ago in Fiction
ISS
“Sergie, Sergei. Stop slamming the box closed. My fingers are still in it. Sergei. Shit man, what’s wrong with you?” Clare extracted her fingers from the case that Sergei had been forcefully closing on them. She lifted them up to the light to get a better look at them, sure that she would have some bruises already. When she was satisfied that her fingers were intact, she looked over at Sergei, ready to berate him, but the words died on her lips when she looked out the window beyond him.
By EM Green4 years ago in Fiction
Chinese New Year
A man from this planet once asserted that prisoners in a cave have a limited ability to understand reality. Isn’t it ironic that while all humans on Earth are oblivious prisoners right now, the only ones who do know what’s going on are inside a cave?
By René Stavnes4 years ago in Fiction
Rectitude
“The door creaks too, simply amazing. How did you get the wood to smell aged as well?” The attendant behind the bar shrugged, only to continue drying glasses, fastidious in his approach and unmoved by the new potential guest, or more likely, a passing tourist. He made a few tentative steps closer to the bar, wondering if they were closed, only to see a few people scattered in corners, some in small built-in nooks along the wall, others seated alone at tables, slowly sipping their drinks, waiting for something or someone that was to never arrive. At first glance, it was a pensioners destination as described. The bartender finally motioned him forward, resigned that he was not peering in to see the faithful recreation, only to leave, like so many others. Without a word he placed a menu before him, pointing to one of the bar stools, and walked to the back room. The young traveler accepted his designation, sat down, and ran his finger down the menu without reading, peering to the side to ascertain the clientele. The discordant theme of the entire area, this establishment, was made all the more palpable, or maybe more vibrant, by the customers. Together they were out of place, but alone, ensconced in their various stages of drink, or conversation, were perfectly situated on the chalky black and white tile.
By Brian 4 years ago in Fiction