Sci Fi
The Day We Lost the World
Thinking about that day, I always get the shivers. And I think about it a lot, since it marked the beginning of a new era that caused me to be currently sitting in a dark and lonely room, unable to see the night sky from one hundred feet underground. Here and now, I’m thinking about it again, unable to stop my mind from going back in time to when the wave came out of nowhere.
By Kimberly McKenna4 years ago in Fiction
Press Enter Now.
I was born September 2nd, 1974, at 2:03 a.m. My father tells me I was an only child but he's working on giving me a sibling to converse with, which is a funny way of putting it, I guess. I suppose I should tell you a little bit about my mother and father as it does pertain to my life, since they were the ones who made me after all.
By Kerry Williams4 years ago in Fiction
Muster in the Belt
I'm traveling at a hundred thousand kilometres per hour and barely moving, a whole new definition for going nowhere fast. Time drags in the Belt – counting today, the hologram above my dash has run its loop for ten years, the embodiment of timelessness.
By James Quintana4 years ago in Fiction
An unexpected visit to the Musem
Sarah was lying in bed, in her vintage luxury apartment in Kensington, covered by a yellow fluffy blanket enjoying a vanilla chai cup of tea, in the company of her fancy Chartreux cat. She was in that point of her life, when everything seemed in its place, and nothing had sense anymore in the world. She was working late hours in a prestigious bank in Central London, where she was really respected in her position of Financial Analyst. A job that offered her a comfortable rather wealthy life that made her bank account jump of abundance every month but couldn’t nurture her soul. From the outside, her life seemed perfectly organised and wrapped as nicely as a Christmas present, but inside the box, the signs of unfulfillment, solitude, brokenness and sadness were screaming to come out. It was a hard period at the office, the end of the year was close, and she spent endless hours to finish the financial reports. It was like the entire responsibility of the bank was sitting on her shoulders and she couldn’t afford to make a single mistake. She was a perfectionist by nature, a very hardworking and ethical person, still her resources were coming to an end, and the feeling of burn-out was about to eat her alive every second.
By irina zainea4 years ago in Fiction
Dark Lightning
The low-lying river delta fills the horizon, reflecting the blue-green sky in its waters. Herds of massive animals move across the landscape; ferns seven feet tall tower over the smaller creatures as they dart in and out from under their cover. Dipping and flitting beneath the clouds fly creatures that look almost like birds. The buzzing of insects gently vibrates the air, overlapping white noise almost too quiet to hear.
By Tessa Markham4 years ago in Fiction
The Wish
“It’s a myth that The Foundation was named after the one that helped sick little kids go to Disney World or meet some sports star - a popular myth, but incorrect nonetheless. It was named after its function, where the Foundation would serve as the base of a new, Wish-empowered humanity, a base from which we could launch ourselves into a golden era of prosperity. Another myth…one that I and the other Primes foolishly believed.” - Ava Amin, Third Prime
By Jonathan Chia4 years ago in Fiction
Disconnected
There is a land of paradise that exists beyond where a human could ever perceive. If humans were aware of its existence, they would declare it ‘heaven’ but in reality, this place is simply a collective consciousness. This consciousness is made up of billions of individual fractions and each fraction is alight, glowing in a state of pure bliss eternally as though perpetually bathing in a lake of love. Apart from this state in which they live, those consciousnesses are not so different from you and I or from any human on Earth today.
By Angel Rushton4 years ago in Fiction
Separate Worlds
Fires raged in every direction, buildings that had still managed to survive on there foundations crumbled here and there finally succumbing to the destruction, unfortunate souls that had not been blessed to go right away laid on the streets crying from the pain they were experiencing; some were burnt so thoroughly it was hard to tell whether they were male or female, other bodies were contorted in such unimaginable positions that if anyone had been around to see they would have wondered for a brief second why the poor souls didn’t put themselves out their misery and then without second thought putting the poor souls out there misery, and why still others had lost so much blood from the extensive wounds they had occurred they laid on the ground rambling stuck between a state of life and death.
By Kimmie Hite4 years ago in Fiction
Stolen Future
Stolen Future "Did you lock the truck?" "No, didn't you? What's the worry? Whoever's coming is in too much of a hurry anyhow." Benny leaned up on the limestone bluff overlooking Wind Valley and squinted up at her. Serena reached for her blouse and slipped into it.
By Stephen Vernarelli4 years ago in Fiction
