Sci Fi
Impossible Tech, Part 2
Captain Tom “T-Bone” Thompson and Beauregard “Beau” Jackson had been “transported” to some unknown destination by the force signified by the green light. As they wandered in an orchard of ripe and nearly ripe fruit trees, they attempted to collect data to try to reach some logical conclusions about where on earth they were (Were they still on earth?), what had happened to them, and why that green light was always present when mind-boggling things happened. Had someone discovered a new force that made solids navigable?.
By Nancy Brisson4 years ago in Fiction
Super Who?
Much has been written and told about me, but much has also been exaggerated and purposely lied about me. My story is a simple one, even though many have tried to make it so complicated. I did not come to Earth from a distant planet as a small child, I did not grow up in a small town in Kansas. Most of all, I do not have laser beams that come out of my eyes, completely ridiculous.
By B. K. Garner4 years ago in Fiction
Becoming Infinite
PROLOGUE I barely remember being plucked from cosmic ooze and given the breath of Life. I can hardly recall all the adventures in between then and now, the times of being trained by the truly great ones, the games in the god realms readying me for a cause. I know that I forgot all of it for a very long time and knowing that now brings a sort of sadness to me that we could forget such wonder, such bliss, such power. But there I was, cast upon the winds of forgetting to wander aimlessly through the miasma of realities until one day the universe would bop me on the head and remind me of the WHY of me. Remind me of the seed that dwelt inside me, inside us all, just waiting to pour its glory forth onto the world. It was then that I gave up the journey of knowing myself and surrendered every bit of myself to becoming the Infinite in its most incredible new version of itself. I imbued myself with the power and turned from a ‘me’ into a newly formed universe of wonder and creation. I became the Infinite rebirthing itself anew throughout this universe and then joined forces with all the others doing the same here in this part of this galaxy. This is that story, that journey, that brilliant meandering into becoming infinite!
By Soleira Green4 years ago in Fiction
hacking
The world only has 256 colors. As I walked on, I secretly regretted it. I had just got the address from a fellow called "Mouthpiece" a few minutes before, and I had only met the fellow ten minutes before! He's got it all hyped up like there's no better place in a tier three world. "I can't tell you exactly how, because of confidentiality... You know." 'he whispered cryptically to me, and showed me his heart. As soon as I saw how well the heart was done, I had some confidence in him and agreed to come and see him, and of course he was rewarded with ten points of credit. In this society, there is a reward for everything.
By LUCILLE BREMNER4 years ago in Fiction
Girl on Fire
This is the third day the sun has burned in bold scarlet as it rose behind our pear tree. I take it as a sign my world is ending. If Mother were alive, she would have given some cheeky explanation to ease my fears. It is Sir Helios on his chariot, setting the sky ablaze with his personality.
By Jessica Hanisch4 years ago in Fiction
The Moons of Troponin
Splash awakened from his fitful sleep, his head twisted awkwardly between the window and the vehicle door. "Base to 2999." "Crap! Really?" It had been a non-stop double shift, the thirty-three hour days on the off-world were beginning to catch up to him; he could never remember to set his bio-clock to compensate for the difference in this world's orbit around it's massive star. Four more hours until his shift was over. "Ninety-nine, go." he muttered into the mic.
By Steve Anderson4 years ago in Fiction
A Frosty Outing
[SFS 7] This was the meeting place, but no one was in sight. She looked around suspiciously. It was just like him to give her the wrong time, or set the stage beforehand with a tricky prank. Then she heard his voice nearby, before she could actually see him. "Love the scarf, dear."
By Ellen Stedfeld4 years ago in Fiction
The Mystery of the Blue Zoni
The mystery of the blue Zoni What a bittersweet day it is in Mississippi. Blue Zoni High School class of 2144 is having a graduation today and for the first time in 25 years, the valedictorian is a male named Cinderella. His mother pushed him to the podium in a blue diamond encrusted wheelchair. The light from the sun reflects off the wheelchair, causing momentary blindness. For the first time in 10 years, he stands shocking the entire audience. With tears in everyone’s eyes, he grabs the microphone and begins his fare ware speech.
By Rykim Johnson 4 years ago in Fiction
The Mailman of Hole 227
Small-Joe exhaled. Vaporous crystals spiraled in front of him, then flew away into the clear, frigid air. He tapped his black Whorlskin glove against the brushed-steel thermometer on his door. Minus ten Celsius. His route would still run even at twenty degrees below, at which point his Airboard's engine wouldn't spark.
By Christopher Fin4 years ago in Fiction
Older
The invisibility cloak of time isn't a real thing. I thought it was when I was younger, but now the fight to stay in alignment with that thought has taken its toll. You see, when I was younger I saw extraordinary things. Some things you would not believe unless you were there. One encounter I tell people about is when I met the people that live in the core of the Earth. They choose to stay hidden because they enjoy living in peace. The Earth's surface is volatile and they just do not roll like that. I stumbled upon their doorway when I was exploring a cave in South Africa. I slipped and fell down a deep dark opening. I passed out before I hit the bottom because I just knew it was my time to go, but what found me was incredible.
By LATANYA N CHATFIELD4 years ago in Fiction
Secret, Impossible, Miraculous
I was twelve years old when I told someone about the pond. I knew I wasn’t supposed to. My parents had told me to keep it secret a hundred times. But it was summer and I had friends for the first time, real friends, the kind that would hang over the back of their chair in class to talk with you and always shared their gum. For the first time, I was part of the clique already formed for group projects, instead of waiting in humiliation for the teacher to assign me.
By Mehrina Asif4 years ago in Fiction
