Sci Fi

Tachyon 1981
Zuri sat with her ankles crossed and hiding her scuffed Nike sneakers under the church pew as mourners passed her father’s open casket. She nodded with a tight, somber smile as they shuffled over to her one-by-one offering condolences. Ever the brave twelve-year old girl, Zuri never shed a single tear throughout the service; even as elderly strangers squeezed her thin arms and told her how great of a man her father was. That great man was once a promising computer science professor at Purdue University. But lying dead in a polished casket now he was nothing more than collateral damage during a late-night shooting gone wrong. Dr. Francis Fairchild Lawson had been startled by a man hiding in some bushes on campus when a police officer rounded a corner and fired two shots. The first hit the man in the shoulder, spinning him around. The second went straight through Dr. Lawson’s heart and stopped it immediately.
By Joe Deez4 years ago in Fiction
Second Interview: Laurance Lo
For a second time soft jazz sifted through the speakers, and once again the lights came up to disclose Joe taking his ease with a celebrity guest.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
First Interview: Bolotran Eyes
To a bar or two of soft jazz piped through the amplifiers, the symmetrical silhouette onstage shaded to Joe and one of his interviewees facing each other in leather recliners.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
All Or Nothing (Continued)
Chapter 7 “Everywhere we go, we hear the same complaints,” Apsu said into his wrist device. He was sitting in a shuttle just outside of one of the mining camps. “leg pain and back pain. They look at me as if I should have some answers, but I’m not a doctor. I don’t know what to tell them.”
By Susan F Weimer4 years ago in Fiction
Tea Party
You spread out the blanket on the floor. The edges are frayed, the pink fading, there is a red stain in the corner in the shape of a child’s footprint. You open up the basket, inside there is a porcelain tea set with hand-painted purple flowers decorating the teapot and cups. You set the teapot in the middle of the blanket, take out two tea cups and place them on either side of the blanket. Then sit and wait.
By A. G. White4 years ago in Fiction
The Hero's Conundrum/Chapter 3
I don’t believe this is happening, we underestimated him, is over, we lost! I should have known better.
By Angel Delgado4 years ago in Fiction
A step out of bounds.
Ivory truffle. That’s what is said, plain as day. Scrawled on a scrap of paper and backed in plastic, tinted blue, it lay like it had business there. The sparkle of the singular key was almost blinding in the evening, like catching sunlight on the rise of wave. On the floor, beneath the bench outside ‘Casper’s’ I had scooped it up, amusedly. “Ivory Truffle?”
By Zak Walters 4 years ago in Fiction
SPINS
Chapter Six Day 3 - in an Alien Murder Investigation I didn’t know how Deepy would be received but Jack and I took him to work the next day. I supposed we could have found doggy daycare but I didn’t have the time to find one. Mom would be home pretty soon, so Deepy could hide in a corner of my office for the time being.
By Roxanne Barbour4 years ago in Fiction
The Fortress
The freight elevator stopped at B1. From there, the small group I was part of got out and went down a corridor. Everything was still concrete all around me: walls, ceiling, flooring. The cool blue lighting was provided by the usual neon lights. We eventually reached some metal doors. The group leader put his left hand above an illuminated platform located on its left. The red light turned green. The doors opened and we moved on into the next section. The doors closed themselves.
By BPDCupcake4 years ago in Fiction
The Blue Heart Sword of the Ice Grid
Zenny looked at his watch and to the large red door standing in front of him. The gold lining and round door knob made him nervous. The large package he held in his arms was heavy and slightly uncomfortable to carry.
By Cyber Dragon4 years ago in Fiction
Tactical War-Shell Saga Code Name: F.U.R.Y
"My father's memory has been the defining moment of my entire life. Life changed the moment I picked up this USP45 Compact Tactical handgun."
By LUiS Wrote THiS UNiVERSE4 years ago in Fiction
I am Observant
A chaotic shifting, swirls through my crown, resting in a most uncomfortable area to throw shade in painfully pulsing waves. Once settled, it creeps throughout various areas, stimulating here then there. Pain arcs and resonates upon landing, occasionally disrupting and constricting reactions feasting on any strongly' instigated effects before migrating to the next area. The chaos displaces the residing light, leaving an empty and impressionable grey in its wake, arcing back for a quick bite on occasion.
By Brandon Palomin4 years ago in Fiction