Sci Fi

I Am Alive and I Remember
Sometimes, in that hazy, uncertain no-man’s-land between sleeping and waking, I can hear the sounds of summer. Crickets sing and frogs croak. The soft wind sighs through boughs heavy with leaves. Music plays low and sweet from the radio of my first boyfriend’s car. It was a rusty bucket with bad shocks and a muffler that was hanging on for dear life, but for a golden summer it was ours. He is with me and we are young, so young and so fierce and so in love. And then I wake up.
By E4 years ago in Fiction
Alien Gold
(This story was written as a narrative to form a complete idea in as few words as possible. Specific characters and story details are missing.)
By Paul Guadagno4 years ago in Fiction
Spelville (conclusion)
CHAPTER SIX He felt as though he had just laid his head upon the hard, flat, pillow when Carl and Styxx shook the bed frame and whacked a stick against the headboard. To Carl, it was high humor, to razz a somebody that way. Joseph sat up to discover that Dylan already was on her feet. The main body of travelers had arrived. For the first time, they saw the total of men all together. And, behind the clustered group, Nicole and Annie attempting to break through, so they could be with Joseph. He grabbed Dylan by the arm. “There’s my family,” he said, trying to drag her with him.
By Charles Turner4 years ago in Fiction
Spelville (middle chapters)
CHAPTER THREE Joseph had grown up. The nineteen-year-old had for three days been putting out food to attract a half-grown Labrador Retriever that had been poking around, curious, and hungry. Nicole’s coaching awakened in him a need to want the dog for a friend. This time, he sat with a chunk of fish in his hand, ready to coax her to come and take it. The pooch arrived soon enough, appearing from the woods that encroached on Spelville from three sides, hoping to be fed. She came slowly forward, ears flattened, tail tucked in behind her, determined to do whatever she had to in order to chomp down on that mouth watering filet. Joseph quickly learned how dangerous a Lab’s teeth could be. She made a frenzied grab that sent fish pieces flying. A tooth grazed the side of his hand, drawing a spot of red. She swept up and swallowed every speck and searched the young man for more. He ran his hands across her shoulders and along a side. This act melted her resistance. She licked at his face and pushed her body against him. There was another slice of fish for her. Then a deep long drink of water.
By Charles Turner4 years ago in Fiction
Eagles, Angels, and the Man in the Moon
“Lights. Reverse thrust. Touch down Tranquillity. Okay, engines stop.” “We read you as down Taledo One. Please confirm.”
By Mr. Brad Emery4 years ago in Fiction
The Knock at the Door
The saying goes, "When you stare into the abyss long enough, then the abyss will stare back at you." What happens if the abyss decides that it likes you? Deep within the woods of Seagull's Crest lies an ominous lake so crystal black that it could pass for your everyday, average mirror. Only this lake never held a reflection like most bodies of water. Many legends bring visitors from all over the world to experience the chilling thrill that horror and true crime lovers crave.
By Lauren J. Bennett4 years ago in Fiction
Little Girls, Who Made Thee?
To say we were shocked about it all was a bit of an understatement. I mean, nobody wants to go around, living their lives and what not, and discovering that they actually didn’t do the things they thought they did, and said the things they did, and whatever else happened in their lives because, supposedly, someone else came up with all of that. And that we three were just supposed to shut up and go off gentle into that good night when they supposedly figured out how to do our job better than the way we did it. Even though we had done our job well, and effectively, for what we thought was quite a long time.
By David Perlmutter4 years ago in Fiction
The Inner Silence:
I was all packed up and ready to go. This had really been an interesting trip, especially the people I had met the last day here, or had I? I looked at my watch. Someone was supposed to meet me this morning to take me to their secret underground world, but no one was here. I could have guessed, even though I don’t know how they pulled off what I had seen the night before. It all seemed so real.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore4 years ago in Fiction
The Evil Villain DNA
I heard a strange story the other day about DNA. It struck me as plausible on account of the fact that I have quite a vivid imagination, or so people say. Also, I have some training in the biological sciences which helped a lot in this particular case. The story went something like this. What we now know as DNA was actually once a terrible criminal from another galaxy far from our own. All galaxies are actually really very, very far from our own, but don’t let that one small example of imprecise language use cause too much doubt in the veracity of the tale overall. Rest assured, since I am the one doing the retelling, I’ll be sure to correct any further abuse of the language like the one just cited whenever it may occur. This particular criminal was of the extra evil variety, and extra clever too I was told, and he had been captured and escaped many times previously. His judges and jailers were an ancient alien race with almost God like powers. Needless to say they were more than a little annoyed at how poorly their previous punishments had fared. So, upon his most recent capture (~4.85 billion years ago according to what I heard) they desired to design a prison that could not be escaped and would last until time ran out at the end of the universe.
By Everyday Junglist4 years ago in Fiction
Technicalities
Blaster fire was the first thing that Sheridan heard when she regained consciousness, and that was enough for her to come to full wakefulness very quickly. She sat up and winced as she banged her head on the too low ceiling. No – not a ceiling. She was in a medical pod and had hit the lid. Only now was it starting to slide open, and she got out gingerly, holding onto it as the floor beneath her shook. Where was she?
By Chris Cunliffe4 years ago in Fiction
Death From Above
A new day begins, though it was still very early. The sun rise was barely visible and peeking through the windows of Lieutenant Aaron Schwartz’s house. Amelia sat in his living room with a cup of coffee. She couldn’t remember how many cups she had drank to try and stay awake, but being this tired made her act a little goofy. She was talking loudly and laughing about Aaron’s miserable defeat at a game of chess, while he was in his room trying to get dressed in his uniform. After straightening himself up, Aaron walks out to the living room.
By Stephen Portis4 years ago in Fiction
The Restoring of Broken Parts
Cattails and milkweeds. The sun had come up blurry behind the waterlogged, drooping trees. As the mist cleared, the short green sedge crowding around the cattails became visible. Finna used it to mark the shallow parts of the swamp, walking only where the long green blades stuck out of the water itself. Even the shallow edge of the swamp was quite deep, however, and the dark water nearly covered his stomach as he waded onward. His arm was held out to his side, three snakes hanging from it following their unfortunate attempts on his life. In his free hand was a basket, empty.
By Olivia Fishwick4 years ago in Fiction