Sci Fi
The Phenomenon at Derby Pond
A strange phenomenon is occurring. Many ponds throughout the world appear to be frozen to a minority of people, even though they are not. For this thirteen percent of the population, the phenomenon is disrupting their lives. It's causing division with those who question their honesty and sanity, as well as jealousy of those who wish they one of the rare people who can see the frozen ponds. Derby Pond is one of these ponds, and I'm one of these thirteen percent.
By Rebecca Key4 years ago in Fiction
The Devil’s Biographer
It was several weeks ago that I began working with the machine to write this story. I spent the first weeks getting familiar with being with it. I say machine, but it’s more of a cybernetic humanoid than a machine. Dehumanizing it in private makes me feel better, because the thing gives me the creeps.
By Chris Rohe4 years ago in Fiction
Under the Lake
“What in the world is happening?” Thought Damien Bridger as he looked out across the frozen pond. He had come to his favorite spot to relax, think, get away from it all and maybe fish. Nothing in his life seemed to be going right and this morning he grabbed a few things and headed for the nearby mountains. Over the past several years, he had found this lake to be the best place to go to clear his head; and he truly needed to be alone for a while. His girlfriend, of three years, had just dumped him for another guy (the other guy happened to be his older brother), and his boss had come up to him just before quitting time yesterday and told him the company has to cut a few jobs and one of those jobs was his.
By B. K. Garner4 years ago in Fiction
Breach
Guardian 42 pulled up to the job site in his rickety old pick up and parked at the foot of the hill. Sighing he looked at himself in the rearview mirror. Beads of sweat pouring down his brown skin, compliments of a busted AC and the merciless Texas sun. Looking in his rearview, 42’s eyes flicked up to the black medieval shield stitched into the front of his hat. “Back to duty,” he sighed to himself, as he took his half-smoked wood tip cigar from the ashtray and got out of the truck.
By Gerrad Brown4 years ago in Fiction
The Choice
Alex stepped out onto the back patio and took a deep breath of the chilly November evening. It was the night he had been waiting for, and the night he was dreading. He let out sigh, visible in the chill as a large puff of white mist, and he reached into his flannel shirt pocket for his pack of cigarettes. After 12 years of no smoking, the last few months found him back in the habit. Luckily, this would be his last one. He looked towards the westering Sun, it’s heatless light illuminating the growing frost on the grass and leafless branches of the surrounding trees.
By Anthony Stauffer4 years ago in Fiction
Business As Usual
In the main hull of the ship, the Captain peered out at the Earth with an air of confidence. Soon, they would launch the pods toward the planet and start rebuilding. Everything that they had worked for would come to fruition in the end and it made Captain Galloway's lips twitch with an excited smile. After 50 years, they would finally see their plans in action. A mantle that had been passed down from his grandfather to his father and then to him. A whole new Era of humans that would be able to repopulate and restore what the past had decimated.
By Sonny Estrada4 years ago in Fiction
CYCLE III
When the CYCLE first began, our most precious resource vanished. With society unable to reproduce, the remaining children became more vulnerable than ever. Treated as commodities, they were bought and sold. The enormous desire to become a parent was prevalent, sought by the most affluent of social classes.
By A. W. Knowland4 years ago in Fiction
The Blank Expanse Between Worlds
Two paths diverged in a snowy wood. Perfect, tiny flakes gently drifted down from a slate-gray sky. Jack turned and saw his footprints gradually disappearing beneath the falling powder. Tall trees and impassable undergrowth surrounded him. The gleaming blankness of the ground ahead filled him with the same anticipation that a fresh sheet of paper once had. He remembered how full of potential each page had once seemed.
By J. Otis Haas4 years ago in Fiction
After We Ran
Back when I was 7, all I remember were the lights. The frantic steering of cars on the street and the traffic jam that had resulted. The rain that had started to paste itself onto windows, and of course, the crying out of cars driving passed our house faster than the speed limit. Away from the city.
By Britt Gaiser 4 years ago in Fiction
