Sci Fi
The Towers are on Strike
When the palace announced the continuation of the old weaving district to open up new buildings, the abandoned houses rebelled. They carried signs of protest over their low roofs, and some even left their foundations and marched against the proclamation.
By Diya Kumari4 years ago in Fiction
Lost Between the Plates
Clap your hands. I felt it at the time. Increase as the plates move against each other as two partners. It was a big jump, judging by the decoration. Horrid paisley wallpaper with a thousand shades of mustard. I think that makes this happen in the 1970s? Or what about the 1960s? I'm losing track. This should not be my timeline. I was not even born.
By Cs Sapkota4 years ago in Fiction
The Inner Silence:
I was getting a little uncomfortable holding this woman's hand. It felt like some type of warm energy was flowing into me. It began to feel good, and I didn’t like that. I didn’t like feeling good. I looked at her face. She turned her face toward me and scowled.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore4 years ago in Fiction
Hope
The news spread slowly. It was perhaps sooner discovered that destruction had been averted only because it never came. Those who had not committed suicide, been murdered, or fallen to illness or injury with no support infrastructure available, sat staring at the sky, waiting.
By Caffeine Duck4 years ago in Fiction
Travel through time into the past or the future(Dream of every human being).
I love the way that the way how we evolved from looking up in the sky and dreaming to go to the moon, and as time passes we also achieved the things that we thought that we never could, and the only things that humans that didn't have came to a conclusion are time traveling. Yes time traveling some of us think that this is inappropriate but think about the stuff that we did by that time and we regret doing them, for example, you and your dad have an argument and you ended up leaving your house and when you came back and he was found dead and that's gonna make you feel so devastated and you end up your life in a regret that's can be solved and many more so her is my way of putting up that every human dream of :
By Srinivas Jonnallagadda4 years ago in Fiction
City Front
A wistful wind passed by, a man standing in thick clothes, fur-lined within, cloak running to his ankles, a flat cap hat - their face was effeminate, yet the small grunts and humming tones gave out a smooth and deeper tone contradicting their innocent-looking exterior if the guns and knives weren’t already a giveaway.
By CynicalPepper4 years ago in Fiction
Bedtime Stories
My mother’s bedtime stories were my favorite growing up. She had created this vast, detailed world of the future where her characters had adventures. There was always a little girl with my name—Lena—who would save the day. It was a world of spaceships, aliens, and technologies that seemed so much like magic. I wanted to live in that world.
By Lauren Triola4 years ago in Fiction
The History of the Colonization of Earth by the Zenthin
Let us discuss the history of the colonization and occupation of Earth by the Zenthin. No one really knows when in the 21st century they came but they came as friends first. They offered gifts, technology, medicine, and the humans allowed small groups of Zenthin to build settlements. Many of the gifts contained diseases that wiped out 75% of the human population. Within 20 years of their arrival humans were enslaved and forced to work on the Zenthin home world they called Tecow, which was 2% larger than Earth and 14% more massive. The Zenthin was 340 years more advanced than humans which was enough to give them a huge advantage.
By Ferrari King4 years ago in Fiction
The Kinships of Solari V
Talia watched out of the window with excitement as they approached the planet below. It had been named Solari V as it was the fifth planet from Rana, this system’s sun. According to the data coming in from the probes, the world was temperate and suitable for human occupation. From this distance, she could see the greens and browns of the land fading to white at the poles and the swirling blues of the oceans. It looked so much like Nueva Terra, the home she had left. Her home planet, in turn, had been reminiscent of Earth, from where her ancient ancestors had hailed.
By Natalie Demoss4 years ago in Fiction
The Pond
The pond sat in the back corner of the pasture, bordered by thick clumps of pine and leather leaf and thick tufts of rat grass and sticker bushes ready to snag the unwary. Anna Sanford knelt at the pond's edge, booted feet sinking in the muddy grass as she studied the murky water.
By Lesley Woodral4 years ago in Fiction
