Sci Fi
The Hole In My Wall
“Everything in my life is a disaster!” I thought to myself, as I planted my body down on my mattress and glanced at the hole that I had punched into my wall. I analyzed it, and noticed that the darkness inside it stood in stark contrast to the color of ivory white that was painted on my walls. I become aware that the space inside the hole was greater than what I had in my bedroom.
By Stephen Caron4 years ago in Fiction
Dissolve
Some people in this world are born right. They were born knowing what love and affection are. They were in caring families that had children out of love, they grew up learning their emotions, and learning that losing control is okay. They know they will always have someone in this world who loves them. Some people in this world are born normal.
By Isabelle Jensen4 years ago in Fiction
Resonant
Excerpt from “The Agrimonium Compendium” by Forsythia Tituba Sage The knowledge, the deep knowledge, was revealed slowly over time. Those paying attention to it were certain scientists, who started a collective called Scientific Exploration of Witchcraft (SEW). SEW experimented with spells, Tarot, astrology, auras, plants, crystals, sound frequencies, prayer circles, and other magic, collecting data and rigorously following the scientific method to open their minds and hearts to the worlds within our worlds. One project catapulted SEW into the mainstream of humanity’s current, touching all parts of the human community in the way that water does; the Humanity’s United Memory (HUM) project used in-depth longitudinal studies of cleft palate surgery cases, collecting and analyzing data through newly developed energy measurement techniques. Combining this methodology with listening to young children tell stories from when they were older and observing their pretend play as researchers took meticulous notes, SEW unlocked the memories of past lives, sealed shut in the divot above our upper lips. The myths were true, of the angel placing their thumb upon our faces and gently removing the memories of one life as we moved to the next. Except they did not think it was necessarily an angel, perhaps a different heavenly body, stardust or cosmic rays, planetary energy that moved and changed the soul. These myths blended with others, opened previously locked ways of living, and led to the opportunity to learn from our individual soul’s history using a device that harnessed cosmic energy, empathic energy, memory energy, and focused them on our memory button directly above our mouths. For the procedure to be effective, participants were required to cultivate an open attentiveness, but the procedure was free as long as one was willing to share their results, reflections and data with SEW to further their goal in connecting us all-past and present.
By Laura Sunshine4 years ago in Fiction
MASTIFI The Ancient Chronicles
Kendra yells out to Mega through the rear window of John’s car, “Let Mega Go!” Natasha replies, “Don’t be so dramatic darling. John, let me lead you to a safe place and I’ll explain everything.” John slows down to follow behind Natasha’s car. Joe asks John, “Can we trust her?” John replies, “Mega is with her, so we have no choice.” They arrive at a private air hanger and get out of the car. Kendra’s hand begins to glow neon blue and grabs Joe’s hand.
By BeliefsUnlimited4 years ago in Fiction
Time Travel Pop
The year is 2021, It’s Monday morning and Tyler Tomlin is asleep in his bed. On the bedroom walls there is a poster of Darth Vader and Luke Skywalker. Tyler’s phone was on his nightstand. The alarm on his phone went off, the Star Wars theme music started playing. He woke up sprung out of bed, and got dressed. Tyler is in his early 20’s, he has short dark black hair. He is wearing a solid black T-shirt that says “Crazy Cola” with blue jeans. He lives alone in an apartment. He wants a girlfriend, but is very shy around women. Tyler works at the Crazy Cola Pop Factory. He has been working there for four years. He grabbed his car keys and headed out the door.
By Jmjulius15 Jay4 years ago in Fiction
Diptych
Petunia for days on end had been striving hard to sunbathe her heartbreak away. The suburban planetoid she called home had all but dipped to shadowside, meaning the sun-lounger on which she reclined was subject only to the very last traces of the condition for which it was named. That was why Petunia thought at first the dusky slanting beams must be playing tricks on her eyes, but when she pulled herself up into a sitting stance and peeped blinking over the rims of her sunglasses she found she really did recognise the crimson-coloured interplanetary racer parked opposite in the lane. Her astonishment jumped about ten petuns at once, and her heart began to beat. For there standing by the gate were Flashtease and Joe.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Centennial Omega
The world of Centennial Omega was once a bristling world teeming with life. From the tallest tree down to the smallest blade of grass it was a planet full of riches just waiting to be taken. Humanity had transformed this world into a farming colony with a population of just under two million. That was before the war started. Now several years into the war the enemy forces have finally come to Centennial Omega, in hopes that they might be able to disrupt Humanities supply lines. It started with fire raining from the sky as the plasma bombardments fell to the ground destroying everything it touched. The cities got it the worst, many died in the initial bombardments but those that survived dug in and prepared for the invasion that would follow. The men and women of the Earth Colonial Government fought bravely in the hellish battles that were to follow. They prayed for reinforcements, but after weeks of fighting their hope was running out. But what they didn’t know was that inside the drop bay of the Infiltrator Drop-ship The Apocalypse. ECG Navy had dispatched an elite team to aid in the fight against the Empire. As soon as Drop-ship entered real space it activated it’s cloaking systems to get past the enemy fleet around the planet. As the ship decent into the atmosphere the team in the drop bay was preparing for their mission. The mission handler code named Saber prepared the team for their mission.
By Sebastian Kramer4 years ago in Fiction
The Prelude
There's no sun in the sky today, dark clouds have covered it, and it's pouring down with rain. Or it would have been had it been a normal day. These days though, the clouds that are blocking the sun are actually thousands of planetary warships and carriers, and the rain is actually highly concentrated plasma being fired from these ships. Every break in the sky between clouds and ships showed how great the human fleet fought against the brutal juggernaut known as the Sqorpion Empire. On the ground many major cities like Ottawa in Canada, Moscow in Russia, Berlin in Germany, Paris in France and London England have been destroyed in a matter of hours. The enemy were ruthless, leaving none alive. Parts of the old USA was in ruin, Reports from China showed that several billion of their inhabitants were dead, Russia was holding its own in the ruins of their cities and Europe was in stalemate, Canada wasn't faring well either many of their civilians had taken refuge in the northern forests. Intel had lost all communications with most of the third world countries that were still located in the red zones and were still rebuilding after the three wars. The remaining satellites showed images of nothing but burned earth in the red zones and very little of a civilization left in these parts. Zack grew tired of waiting for information from Intel and stared back into the sky from behind his piece of cover. A planetary carrier was flying overhead, releasing more single ship fighters which Intel had dubbed 'Stingers' by the hundreds, which differed from the ‘Viper’ which was the enemies’ main space fighter. Zack looked back at the ground. His gloves had burns through them, as he looked around he saw that some of his men had taken off their helmets and were paying for it by getting burns on their faces. This isn't the first time he was glad he never took his helmet off in a combat situation or at least not for a few hours after the combat stopped because that's how long the plasma particles from the enemy weapon shots stayed around for was two hours after the engagement... yet another new trick of the enemy.
By Sebastian Kramer4 years ago in Fiction
The Supply Run
It’s midnight in Ottawa, the capital city of Canada, and the city is in ruin as the dead walk the streets. Human life is nearly extinct with only a few hundred thousand people known to be uninfected around the world. The virus had mutated from an experimental biochemical weapon produced by an unknown weapons company to end any war. However, after a successful weapons test had reduced a test site to ashes, leaving biochemical particles in the air, surrounding areas had massive civilian casualties; 24 hours later the zombies started to rise. The virus which had now been dubbed the Untote strain was quickly quarantined and those infected but yet to turn where placed under lock-down. It seemed the virus had a desire to live and it started to mutate forming the first of the Berserkers. A creature whose muscle density and size was five times that of any man and it broke out of the quarantine zone allowing a tide of infected and zombies alike to spread out into the world. The virus’ desire to live grew as another mutation came into the light, later dubbed the Carrier, a zombie that’s entire body was covered in the virus as giant blisters covered its body. Once this new form had escaped into the world all hope of containing the virus was destroyed. Humanity’s weapons were ineffective and growing sparse so they scrapped them for parts in order to produce older models as they are easier to manufacture and maintain. The military had started protecting the last of the civilians in small settlements around the world. Canada has a few of the larger settlements but some of the food stores were running low so the military had started sending out small teams to gather materials from the streets. These teams had to be careful because the zombies were attracted to loud noises and always traveled in at least groups of ten. Unless a horde was on the move then you could expect to see anywhere from fifty up to two hundred of the bastards. About a year into the infection Humanity managed to find a temporary cure for the virus and it protected them from airborne, water, and food. However, a direct bite from a zombie or direct contact with a carrier still managed to infect new people and those who weren’t infected were afraid to leave their houses leaving it to the military to protect them. Delta is one of the retrieval teams that the military ordered to gather food and other supplies. Lead by Lieutenant Damian Chatterson a young man who had a tendency to bring hope back to the people of the settlement he helped guard. Damian had led his squad into the heart of Ottawa to raid another store house for any supplies they could gather.
By Sebastian Kramer4 years ago in Fiction
A E T E R N U S
DUSK The furrows of battle still scarred the skies with the essence of what is and what was to come. Gloom cast far and wide, but unbeknownst to those below who settled in for the night, a small, wilting body of a woman tumbled from what some thought were the heavens, as she tried to helplessly cling onto the thought of morrow’s horizon, even as she struck ground.
By Ellie Reeves4 years ago in Fiction
Guardians of the Dark
Sleep has abandoned me, forced me to lie awake, counting the water stains on the ceiling until the numbers blur in my mind. Two. Six. Eight. They’re growing by the day, spreading like a sickness, eating at the plaster. I could do something about it, try to treat it, but it’s no use. Nothing heals out here in the Dark.
By Growing Up As An Adult4 years ago in Fiction
