Sci Fi
Close Encounter
It was 9:30 PM when Audra arrived home from the café. The gleam of moonlight gave an ethereal quality to the night, but the welcoming glow of the front porch light was always a comfort to her. After she shuffled through the front door entryway and locked the door, she paused in the kitchen to get a glass of water. Through the window, Audra could just make out the shape of unripe pears that clung to the tree her parents had planted when she was a kid. Even though her parents were gone now, she had the tree to help remind her of them.
By Christy Rentschler4 years ago in Fiction
Order of the Heart
Darby worked closely with the mysterious lady from the café and the veterinarian, at least when it came to her new friend. She decided to call this mare “Sky” as she found her as close to the sky and heavens. Within ten days, she found herself an English saddle and would often be seen riding her new friend for short distances. The general belief amongst those in the RV camp and at the radio transmitter was Darby enjoyed adopting half-dead beasts.
By Bruce Curle `4 years ago in Fiction
No Ordinary Pear(Pair)
If I could only turn back time to bring you back to me if I could reverse what’s done just to see you again my friend. These were the words Joshua said while standing under the Bartlett Pear Tree. Joshua was thinking of his friend Michael who passed away suddenly two weeks ago. Joshua and Michael were closer than brothers. Michael had a rare kidney disease that took his life unexpectedly one Friday afternoon. Joshua wept bitterly for days. Joshua and Michael met under this pear tree for years. Under this tree they would have long talks for hours and it felt like only minutes went buy. Joshua was now 30 years old the same age as Michael. When they turned 21, they shared a drink under this tree an aged bottle of Bourbon Joshua found in his parents’ basement.
By Jamie Robinson4 years ago in Fiction
Proxima Centauri Extreme Red Shift.
As Captain Chamberlain sat in his vacuum pressure suit on the command bridge, he looked down at the console in front of him gathering his thoughts. Looking up at the main bridge display Chamberlain studied the planet below him. Currently, the planet’s surface was engulfed in heavy cloud cover. Doubts had begun to nag at him as he studied the featureless planet below him. Without a functional navigational system and long-range scanners, the lack of information created severe self-doubt in Chamberlain’s usually decisive mind.
By Brad Morse4 years ago in Fiction
Down, Down, Down
Computers in the Main Hull whizzed and clicked as people adamantly punched in coordinates and logged in launch codes for the pods descent to Earth. All personnel were swiping monitors or pressing buttons. Isaac walked through the middle of the hive, down a long walkway until he reached the Captain.
By Sonny Estrada4 years ago in Fiction
Man on the Clock
“You know, Frank, there really isn’t that much trash in the ocean.” Frank Minor looked up. He had been cutting the plastic hi-cones from the office’s weekly soda supply when his older colleague’s voice had broken his concentration. Reuben Schneider stood over Frank’s desk, his fingers holding an unlit cigarette to his smirking lips.
By Nicholas LaCerva4 years ago in Fiction
The End....Chapter 2
Scooter Jenkings sat at the table staring down at the straight flush that he was currently holding. It was by far the best hand he had been dealt all night, and he planned on milking it for all it is worth. His face was straight up expressionless as he called Sam's five dollar bet. "I'll see that five and raise you ten..." Scootter said, looking across the table towards Sam Benson.
By Wayne Coolidge4 years ago in Fiction
The Anatomically-correct Adventures of a Spider-like Man
“Aww man, I didn’t want this.” For Christmas that year, Jack had asked his parents for the latest Virtual Reality game setup. Instead, his parents decided to go full science on him and got him a “Do It Yourself Bacterial Gene Engineering CRISPR Kit” from one of those catalogs that arrive around Christmastime.
By Anton Crane4 years ago in Fiction
