Sci Fi

Red Light, Green Light, Go
“Alright, so there’s this thing I have about green lights. They’re meant to be safe, warm, and inviting. Protective. You know, especially emphasis on the safe part. Intrinsically or perhaps inherently, we use it as a subconscious representation of good, while red signals danger.
By Jacob Montanez4 years ago in Fiction
ANNIVERSARY GIFT
ANNIVERSARY GIFT By: Sajdah Touré Horns honked hastily at Sandra as she sat still at the green light. The sound of the 2028 Dodge Charger behind her prompted her brain to jump back into her body; as it had been dissecting the possibility of last night’s events being real. She drove past the light and up Mulholland Dr. escaping back into her mind.
By Sajdah Toure4 years ago in Fiction
Hidden Green
The three boys stood at the edge of the woods shifting their weight nervously. Dusk was slowly settling over them. They stared past the tree line hoping to gain some confidence. When they hatched this plan, each assumed the others would chicken out. They had talked about it for months. It was a constant hum anytime they got together, which was nearly daily. They were best friends, neighbors, brothers even.
By Jerene Buckles4 years ago in Fiction
The War That Almost Ended Humanity
I woke up; it's 6:30am, at least I think it was. Looking around at the cold leaded walls encasing me in this metal egg, I slowly puttered over to the ladder and make my way up. I pushed the lid away and emerged out of the ground in time to watch the last segment of the sunrise. The horizon seemed a million miles away and there was nothing between except a graveyard of trees and carcasses.
By Arya4 years ago in Fiction
The Grocery List
DiGiorno Pizza Soy Sauce Milk Carrots Beer Ranch Bagels Bananas Deli Meat Deodorant Asparagus Cheese
By Stu Haack4 years ago in Fiction
!!!!!
“I want your love, and I want your revenge, you and me could write a bad romance...” Xentook felt as if his whole being was on fire. Rage. It had taken Xentook weeks to identify what it was he felt whenever he heard those words. No not words – lyrics, he reminded himself ragefully. So far this bit of knowledge had cost him three broken screens, two ghost warnings and one visit to the Guide Master herself. It was there Xentook learned the word ‘rage’ to describe the increase in core body temperature and pressure in his cranium that only seemed to occur when he heard that human woman’s voice screaming from his desk mate’s portal. No not screaming – singing, Xeentook sighed. He had learned that too. As if there was a difference between the two. Summoning the last of his senses he reached for what could only be described as a blue pill and swallowed gratefully. Immediately all tension and the temperature in his body decreased and he was once again in his rightful state. Relaxed, perceptive, focused. The humans had something similar to this though not as reliable. I believed they called it ‘weed plant’.
By This&That4 years ago in Fiction
Escaping The Green Beacon
His large hazel eyes look up at me and they appear to be sparkling in the dim candle light. He looks like an anime character peering up at me.
By Julie Wall4 years ago in Fiction
As the Light Turns
On the ancient, boxy TV screen, my brother-in-law awoke on the edge of a four-way intersection. The concrete beneath him was soaked in blood. He felt around his body for injuries, but there were none. A short, red trail behind him pointed towards two cars that were crushed up like wads of paper. One was his silver SUV, now with its nose accordioned flat and its windshield blown out. The traffic light above his head cast a crimson glimmer over the shiny wreckage. The light didn’t appear like it would turn for some time.
By Kyle Christopher4 years ago in Fiction
The Fabled Ones
There isn’t much I can remember about my grandparents. My older brother Kent can recall the Christmas dinners that we used to have at their cabin. My younger sister Mary carries around a ratty old stuffed bunny that grandpa gave her as a baby. Other than that I don’t think she really remembers them all that much. But for me, there are two very distinct things that I remember about them.
By Chris Smith4 years ago in Fiction
Entering the New Dawn
No one could have predicted what would have happened. A trip in our youth turned to a lifelong adventure. As my mind withers with old age, I begin to question if it was truly real or simply the most vivid experience of lucid dreaming to occur. Am I lying lifeless somewhere, adrift a deep slumber? The truth is of little importance now. Real or not, that night started it all.
By jair ortiz4 years ago in Fiction
Green Light
Igashu gets up and steps towards the barn with the painting with green light. He opens the doors and some unknown force pulls him in and straight down into a dark abyss. Igashu screams until he hits the ground and becomes unconscious.
By Toan Nguyen4 years ago in Fiction
Local Traditions
I had known Reginald since we were in our 30’s; he became a client of mine around that time when he was living in Edinburgh. We had developed a sort of friendship over the years, rarely seeing each other, but remaining in correspondence. In all the time we knew each other, we discussed many things from the latest scientific discoveries, the paranormal to our personal duties, and some times the matter of our joint business.
By Alex McT4 years ago in Fiction