Sci Fi
Vision
I can't believe they convinced me to go on this blind date and this isn’t any blind date. This is with Everald Howard III. His name sounds strong and royal. It is pronounced like ‘emerald’ , just replace the ‘m’ with a ‘v’ (this is how he always introduces himself, like royalty). He is the new lawyer at my best friend’s firm. Once on board at the firm, he was very open about being single and ready to settle with a Queen who has her own throne. All the women there, both my best friends, are happily married. I was the only one left, so naturally one thing led to another and here I am driving to downtown Brooklyn to have dinner at Horizons, a beautiful seafood restaurant with live music, right on the edge of the water that switches to DJ by night. I could see myself letting loose and dancing with the man if the mood stays right. Look at me already letting my guard down if he makes me laugh a few times and isn’t arrogant.
By Christina DeFeo4 years ago in Fiction
UNDARK
People often like to think outrageous trends and fads are a side effect of modern day situations & social climates, but popularizing things in that way in fact seems to be more due to human nature in of itself. Sensational obsessions overtaking the masses have swept across countless generations, all throughout human history, repeating similar patterns, as well as usually fading out eventually in time.
By Noah Madrigal4 years ago in Fiction
Match Day
Putting the finishing touches on her curvy top lip, and with a light finger brush through wavy amber locks; she wants to look her best. It was nervous energy that motivates her. Created by what her imagination anticipates. Smart, strong, and handsome, thoughts of him made her ensure there was not a smear on her lips; careful like the childhood focus on the edge of a coloring book picture. After adding her image to the same bathroom mirror as millions before, she exits the Pittsburgh Intercontinental Airport.
By Pablo Angel Castro 4 years ago in Fiction
Growth
Warm light filters through the curtains, and I feel alive. The sun once more has awoken me with its warm embrace. I breathe in the scent of fresh rain. It was carried through my window by the light breeze that whispers outside. Even the dew outside glitters as if it were nature's crystals- a beautifully bedazzled lawn. The emerald lush foliage reflected back a gleaming green light.
By A.R. Zeller4 years ago in Fiction
Breach
The walls were rough. The rags he wore were rough. Even the air scratched at the walls of his lungs. His dirty hair hung from his head, obstructing his vision. Not that there was anything to see, his containment cell was always the same gray concrete, and the fluorescent bulb hanging from the ceiling always flickered in the same irritating pattern.
By Caleb Arentz4 years ago in Fiction
Dreaming the Dragon
WHITE DRAGON In the Beginning In the beginning there was not the word. There was fire and ice and brimstone and chaos ruled everywhere. The universe was a frozen pond ... a wasteland of potent potential as yet unfurled and the fire came to make it so. In the midst of that chaos, the fire and ice collided, alchemically united and became CONSCIOUS. And thus was born GOD!
By Soleira Green4 years ago in Fiction
Yellow Worm
The Yellow Worm is probably one of the most disgusting things I've ever seen, or touched, in the Wasteland. No, you really don't know. Tiny Biters and Paraskiees are nothing compared to this "thing". Twenty? You wanna add anything to this? Any words of wisdom or scientific... bullsckrick?
By Kerry Williams4 years ago in Fiction
Emerald Lights in the Sky
Lying in my bed each night and having troubles falling asleep, I look out my window. Listening to the crickets chirp and the fireflies blinking through the trees outside. The gentle rustling of the leaves being brushed over by the wind, and the fresh summer breeze drifting in. Filling my nostrils with its gentle scent. The as my eyes slowly close, and I feel the calm drifting over me, I begin my journey in my dreams.
By Ashley Tenold4 years ago in Fiction
Alien Transparency
Sammy and Alan laid on a blanket staring at the sky. It was a beautiful midsummers night, the sky was clear and they could see the stars. Three beautiful shooting stars had passed them so far, and they could see the satilites in the sky. The sky was a silky, shimmery emerald green sheet, and it was breathtaking. They laid there for ten minutes with their arms entwined around each other, not saying a single word, just observing the sky.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Fiction
