Sci Fi
Craters of the Moon
"10 seconds until we are live, people!" screamed her producer. Jeannie steadied herself, knowing in 10 seconds that life would never be the same. As she waited for the green light to flash and a thumbs-up signal from her producer, she was in shock. All Jeannie could think of was trivialities: who would pick up her dry cleaning if she couldn't leave the house due to paparazzi? Should she have rescheduled her DMV appointment? Why were the hosta shrubs in the front yard turning brown?
By CK Wetherill 4 years ago in Fiction
The Tinted Painting
The soft, white artificial lights of the jail’s halls turn on at the same moment every morning. They do this to signify some sort of change from night to day, since there’s no way to know how much sun is outside the windowless walls of our cells.
By Mustafa Azeem4 years ago in Fiction
The Green and I
Slumped against a wall, she was bathed in the garish green light that apathetically wandered through the vehicle-sized hole in the ceiling of the station. Her helmet’s soft blue digital interface with vibrant red warning flashes reflected off her pale face. The orange glow of fire leaped and licked at her singed suit. She was sweating profusely, and panic was setting in, but she was not hurt. Let’s take a mental tally here… The helmet holds software that functions as her suit’s diagnostic suite and allows for remote access to the station’s central computer. The warnings indicated no damage to her suit environment, but there were catastrophic breaches to the station that resulted in complete destabilization of the internal environment of this lab pod and the storage and personal quarters. The water facilities pod was not communicating which suggests a correctable network issue. Fortunately, the main pod, kitchen, and greenhouse were unaffected by the disaster. I can work with that.
By Kevin Meade4 years ago in Fiction
Nuclear Summer
The sun burned red through the smoke, still managing to be fairly hot for the thick layer between it and the survivors. That was all the sky was now: a red sun, dark clouds, and ash and smoke. It didn’t matter that the nukes had fallen half a continent away.
By Brooke Harding4 years ago in Fiction
Die on "E"
In the future, the world has burned, but the elite live lavishly on the resources that remain, and forced all others into camps of destitute poverty. Those in camps have one chance to change their position. Race. Win, and the road is paved in fame and fortune. Lose, and lose your life. The cars and drivers are linked by a biological interface; what happens to the car happens to the driver. If your energy gauge reaches the red "E," it's game over. The drivers have one motto, "Die on E," but if you win, you might just get out, of the Rat Races.
By U.B. Light4 years ago in Fiction
The End
I awoke with the sound of automatic gunfire still ringing loudly in my ears from the night before. I sit up and yawn widely, trying not to disturb any of the sleeping bodies that lay in the floor all around me. The door to the basement is open and fresh morning sunlight is pouring in through it like an old welcoming friend.
By Wayne Coolidge4 years ago in Fiction
The Hidden Agenda Of Within The Green Light.
For many years now, the Earth had been struggling to survive alone in the universe. It was 2157 and human progression of space travel had been halted 100 years prior to today, following the reallocation of the nation's funding globally. Many of the world leaders had long ago, denied ever stating that they had ever 100% backed the human space program.
By Jonathan Townend4 years ago in Fiction
